<?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-8195207817776353788</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:21:07.489-06:00</updated><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Insecurity'/><category term='Submission'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Beth Moore'/><category term='Books'/><category term='So Long Insecurity'/><title type='text'>Chick Chat</title><subtitle type='html'>An Air Force wife and soon-to-be mama shares lessons learned as she walks through life--one day at a time</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>218</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6007224008674800947</id><published>2012-02-13T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T10:15:35.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So Long Insecurity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insecurity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Take It Like a Man</title><summary type='text'>So Long Insecurity is still kicking my tail. I haven't had as much time to read this past week as I wanted, but I am still over 200 pages into my reading and I have realized a most embarrassing, yet revealing, fact about my insecurities.....

I DEAL WITH INSECURITY LIKE A MAN. 

I'm not kidding. 

The last chapter I read discussed how we as women need to view the men in our lives with similar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6007224008674800947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=6007224008674800947&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6007224008674800947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6007224008674800947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/02/take-it-like-man.html' title='Take It Like a Man'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7430155186118936696</id><published>2012-02-10T18:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T18:20:10.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoherent Thoughts, Overwhelmed Life</title><summary type='text'>I was going to do a serious post about my learnings from So Long Insecurity this evening. But, alas, I can't seem to put my thoughts together coherently, and I won't post something important that isn't going to make sense.

Life in our little house has been somewhat chaotic of late. It might not sound like it on the surface, but if you walked through every day with us you might sense why it has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7430155186118936696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7430155186118936696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7430155186118936696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7430155186118936696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/02/incoherent-thoughts-overwhelmed-life.html' title='Incoherent Thoughts, Overwhelmed Life'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8044980544204632850</id><published>2012-02-01T07:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:23:01.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know Me</title><summary type='text'>"Savior You have known me as I am. Healer You have known me as I was, as I will be. In the morning in the evening You have known me....yeah You know me." --"Known" by Audrey Assad

 My Savior knows me. I can't hide before Him. My innermost thoughts, struggles, pains, complaints, joys, triumphs, and angers He knows. That is humbling, slightly frightening, and yet so thrilling.

Yesterday was not a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8044980544204632850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8044980544204632850&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8044980544204632850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8044980544204632850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-know-me.html' title='You Know Me'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3935722613710858310</id><published>2012-01-30T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:49:16.492-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So Long Insecurity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Insecurity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beth Moore'/><title type='text'>So Long Insecurity</title><summary type='text'>I promised a weekly book review once I got my book and got started, and here it is!

This book has gone absolutely everywhere with me. I have taken it to work every day and a new habit I have started is a long, soaking bath in the evening with my So Long Insecurity book in tow. If you have ever been a woman or pregnant you know what an irony it is to read a book on insecurity while you feel like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3935722613710858310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3935722613710858310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3935722613710858310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3935722613710858310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/so-long-insecurity.html' title='So Long Insecurity'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8837949214412595993</id><published>2012-01-23T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T15:46:44.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Talk</title><summary type='text'>Let's talk cravings. I heard women say at the beginning of this experience that they had weird cravings and gave in to these desires. I was determined not to over-gain, so I was so worried about what cravings I might meet. I have craved NOTHING weird in the past 30 weeks. Well, nothing weird for me. I have thought, "hmmmm that sounds good" a lot. I have also heard "WOW that tastes really good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8837949214412595993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8837949214412595993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8837949214412595993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8837949214412595993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/lets-talk.html' title='Let&apos;s Talk'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1208928913185328412</id><published>2012-01-22T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T22:00:43.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Rotten Inheritance</title><summary type='text'>Inheritance. We have all heard the word--usually uttered at the passing of a loved one or in the legal mutters of a lawyer.

When many people think of inheritance they imagine a sum of money or family heirlooms passed down. Some picture beautiful jewels that adorned a grandmother's neck, others think about a father's tools that crafted masterpieces from a garage. I think of my mama's quilts. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1208928913185328412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1208928913185328412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1208928913185328412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1208928913185328412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/im-rotten-inheritance.html' title='I&apos;m a Rotten Inheritance'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1125443464421625389</id><published>2012-01-21T20:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T20:56:16.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Changes for Bigger Ones</title><summary type='text'>Our sweet little house has undergone so many changes in the last 8 months of marriage. Slowly, it has morphed and become more of a home.

When we first got married, our second bedroom was our office/guest room/crafting room/extra storage. Now it is slowly becoming the nursery for our son. Is the room finished? HA! Hardly.....but in the chaos I am starting to see baby preparations.


Before: an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1125443464421625389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1125443464421625389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1125443464421625389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1125443464421625389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/small-changes-for-bigger-ones.html' title='Small Changes for Bigger Ones'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KiXQsav0iaI/Txt11HXI7WI/AAAAAAAAAzw/X7_7dVa4RCI/s72-c/BabyRoom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8259310132743594583</id><published>2012-01-19T13:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T13:59:04.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flax Banana Bread</title><summary type='text'>This recipe was a quick find on the internet a couple days ago, and it is one I will be repeating often. I will include the original recipe, as well as the changes I made to it. Let me know if you make it, or if you would make any additional changes!

Ingredients:
1 3/4 c. unbleached flour (I used my flour blend of half whole wheat and half white)
3/4 c. flax seed meal
3/4 c. sugar
1 tsp. baking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8259310132743594583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8259310132743594583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8259310132743594583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8259310132743594583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/flax-banana-bread.html' title='Flax Banana Bread'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1W8rJG43rrM/TxhzeikQ63I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/n_MEJaBd7eo/s72-c/_MG_0956.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8160817849108736891</id><published>2012-01-18T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T14:29:18.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just A Bit of Silliness Really"</title><summary type='text'>Name the movie this blog title comes from!!! 
And then I'm including just a few Instagram shots to update you on the happenings of the last few days.....

1. I played with my raspberries....and made funny faces. My husband laughed at me. 
2. Hubs and I enjoyed a MLK holiday by having cinnamon toast and eggs for two in bed :) Precious memories....
3. We banged down the door of 29 weeks in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8160817849108736891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8160817849108736891&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8160817849108736891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8160817849108736891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-bit-of-silliness-really.html' title='&quot;Just A Bit of Silliness Really&quot;'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X22pGB12fss/TxcpnaBpzKI/AAAAAAAAAy8/NpwcSbDz2H8/s72-c/Photo+Booth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1853212792588317573</id><published>2012-01-17T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:40:53.691-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning</title><summary type='text'>Each day is a learning opportunity if you follow the Lord. When you truly desire to become more like Him, you become play-doh that He can mold into what He wants you to be. I guess that's what I want.....to daily be transformed.....but sometimes it's painful.

I've known for a long time I had a major spiritual flaw in my walk with the Lord and the way I reach others. That flaw often makes me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1853212792588317573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1853212792588317573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1853212792588317573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1853212792588317573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/learning.html' title='Learning'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4211154347680041235</id><published>2012-01-15T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T15:58:06.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><summary type='text'>Warning: I'm about to brag on my husband. Because he deserves it.....and just because I wanted to.

I love being married to Kyle. I am reminded daily of how much I love the privilege of calling myself his wife.

Yesterday was extremely busy for us. We met my mom, sister, grandparents, and a couple of my grandparents' old friends to celebrate Mamaw's 70th birthday over lunch. It was a special time</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4211154347680041235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=4211154347680041235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4211154347680041235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4211154347680041235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6794505301510046735</id><published>2012-01-12T10:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T10:22:51.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Passions</title><summary type='text'>I read this on one of my favorite websites today. It was an encouragement to me, as my passions are sometimes scary as well. Read it today, think about it, and let me know what your thoughts are!

Happy-day-before-school-is-out-for-the-week ;)

http://www.thetinytwig.com/2012/01/12/what-if-your-passion-is-scary/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6794505301510046735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=6794505301510046735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6794505301510046735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6794505301510046735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/scary-passions.html' title='Scary Passions'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-863881068613107827</id><published>2012-01-10T22:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T22:04:45.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gracin</title><summary type='text'>Sweet boy, the doctor said last week that you had long legs and big feet according to your sonogram. I feel those legs! Today you moved so hard your daddy watched my whole stomach jerk. He then proceeded to gently
push and jiggle my bump a lot in hopes you would move again. Mama made him stop that very quickly. Hurry up and grow so you can come kick him in person....

Love, Mama.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/863881068613107827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=863881068613107827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/863881068613107827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/863881068613107827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-gracin_10.html' title='Dear Gracin'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-433531691600593963</id><published>2012-01-07T20:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:13:02.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day at a Time</title><summary type='text'>I am a natural worrier. Don't judge. 
I worry about finances, work, health, weight, friendships, dreams, time management.....I can make myself worry about a lot of things. Honestly, I have no need to worry about ANY of the things listed above. I just let myself get worked up over....nothing. 
With talk of Kyle leaving for Afghanistan in 4 months I have allowed myself fall into worry over the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/433531691600593963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=433531691600593963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/433531691600593963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/433531691600593963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-day-at-time.html' title='One Day at a Time'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8119951887378088946</id><published>2012-01-04T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:05:09.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Gracin</title><summary type='text'>Little man, you are certainly growing! I know this because your MAMA is growing! We are at 27 weeks--it's hard to believe that you could be coming within 12 short weeks. It sounds short when you say it in weeks, but when I think of nearly 90 days more, I am both excited and anxious. I can't wait to hold you in my arms, nuzzle your neck, kiss your sweet face, marvel at your little feet, and take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8119951887378088946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8119951887378088946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8119951887378088946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8119951887378088946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-gracin.html' title='Dear Gracin'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j9-J7ND7vIg/TwR9g64_X_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/J2Ob0gH8jBs/s72-c/27+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3432015803697701934</id><published>2011-12-29T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:33:29.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out With The Old</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe the year is over. The past week has been quite filled with family gatherings, Christmas presents, playing with new toys, traveling to and from cities, and the blessing of hand-me-downs for our little nursery.

As I sit on the couch nursing a cough and cold, I am reminded just how much as transpired in the past 365 days. It was in the past year that my man got back from his first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3432015803697701934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3432015803697701934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3432015803697701934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3432015803697701934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/out-with-old.html' title='Out With The Old'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eZCen65rWgc/Tv0ip0r2beI/AAAAAAAAAyM/MxO5OkhQyQU/s72-c/postcard_happy_new_year_2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7070454180901863916</id><published>2011-12-25T15:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:12:11.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7070454180901863916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7070454180901863916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7070454180901863916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7070454180901863916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jz72wRrdnkw/TveRnknaE8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uwmZe2Sp25I/s72-c/Recently+Updated3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7823125079439351100</id><published>2011-12-19T22:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:32:27.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal.dotm   0   0   1   305   1744   School   14   3   2141   12.0          &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   false         18 pt   18 pt   0   0      false   false   false                         &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; 
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You kick up high.....you kick down low.....when I was laying in an odd position I felt you kick on my side. Son, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5054649925256269928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=5054649925256269928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5054649925256269928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5054649925256269928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-gracin.html' title='Dear Gracin'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7131838850649993326</id><published>2011-12-13T23:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:14:22.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><summary type='text'>
My night is finally winding down--which is great considering it's after 11. My floors are vacuumed, the laundry is done, the dishes are done, there are French Breakfast Puffs made and ready for hubby tomorrow, presents are over half-way wrapped, and the dogs are demanding to be held and loved. Much of that completed list is thanks to my husband, who, after 6 days of hydracodine induced sleep has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7131838850649993326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7131838850649993326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7131838850649993326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7131838850649993326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEs88IPmUyM/TugwsfN8yDI/AAAAAAAAAxY/hr2NnK3Ncws/s72-c/Recently+Updated2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7000108720329742243</id><published>2011-12-10T18:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:09:56.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thousands of Words</title><summary type='text'>I don't get asked to do photo-shoots for people very often. Like...ever. The main reason for this is I am far from anything professional. Basically, I don't promote myself, and I'm the housewife who is always shooting things around the house or at events without trying to get a name in photography.

So, when my friends Ashton and Brice asked if I would take their Christmas pictures, I was so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7000108720329742243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7000108720329742243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7000108720329742243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7000108720329742243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/thousands-of-words.html' title='Thousands of Words'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ROt5acySevc/TuP47ttOMrI/AAAAAAAAAwA/l3yj1111oKE/s72-c/_MG_0493_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3101064910553845771</id><published>2011-12-08T08:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:01:03.417-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Glory</title><summary type='text'>It's morning in the Bartlett house. I slept alone in the bed last night, as my poor husband is still sleeping in an upright position on the couch. Recovery day 3 has commenced with more pain than we had yesterday. I praise God for the dinner a precious friend brought us last night, and the Sprite refills another sweet church friend delivered. I'm learning to just accept and ask for help, rather </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3101064910553845771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3101064910553845771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3101064910553845771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3101064910553845771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/morning-glory.html' title='Morning Glory'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3_RsV6qvEOI/TuC-W2Nqf_I/AAAAAAAAAvI/RudLGFCvRNc/s72-c/Recently+Updated.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-468249963969778078</id><published>2011-12-07T14:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T14:42:58.371-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Canned</title><summary type='text'>I love canned soup on a cold day. Actually, I love soup made from scratch more....but when I'm ravenous upon arriving home from work and my husband is sick on the couch, a quick can of soup to heat and serve is such a treat.

When I took the time many months ago to flip over the can of "cream of tomato" soup, I was mortified at the ingredients. Many soups off the shelves have ingredients I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/468249963969778078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=468249963969778078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/468249963969778078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/468249963969778078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/canned.html' title='Canned'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_fDuJ9jLIFc/Tt_Kp3CHPEI/AAAAAAAAAug/Oy0giRj_RLI/s72-c/_MG_0431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-789981519222348438</id><published>2011-12-06T17:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T17:09:38.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately</title><summary type='text'>I feel like I've been slightly MIA as far as regular posts on the blog recently. Life has been happening in my little world and I have been trying to keep up!

We are 22 weeks into pregnancy....and I am growing more and more. Little Gracin has been oh so active and with a heart rate of 160 bpm, I understand why!! He is constantly moving, kicking, and keeping me awake because he is so active. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/789981519222348438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=789981519222348438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/789981519222348438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/789981519222348438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/lately.html' title='Lately'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BjBaNQeAGfk/Tt6ds3UqZ2I/AAAAAAAAAtI/afnlS_OlnxE/s72-c/IMG_1555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6617254009329125724</id><published>2011-12-04T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T20:58:08.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><summary type='text'>God, I want to speak purposefully. I want my words to be seasoned with the saltiness of YOUR Word. I want my actions to be purposeful in impacting and blessing others. I don't want to be mediocre in the way I walk or in the relationships I form. I admit it, Father....I'm a chicken. A chicken doesn't force spiritual conversation on people if she doesn't know how they feel about You. A purposeful </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6617254009329125724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=6617254009329125724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6617254009329125724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6617254009329125724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/12/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8738120488692859892</id><published>2011-11-26T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T14:29:54.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Thank Thee Oh, Lord.</title><summary type='text'>I loved Thanksgiving Day so much. My favorite part of the day? Walking with my husband in the chilly afternoon. Wanna see some of our pics from the week?




I love my best friend



Sister-in-law made "Brookies"!



Caleb letting Shelby chew his shoe



My father-in-law going chipmunk cheeks in his helmet



Cutie-pie kiddos




All the "kids"--with my husband's mouth open and me looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8738120488692859892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8738120488692859892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8738120488692859892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8738120488692859892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-thank-thee-oh-lord.html' title='We Thank Thee Oh, Lord.'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kf1SOQMdRhg/TtFDZvnCJkI/AAAAAAAAArg/8EtxV7k_OA4/s72-c/_MG_0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-5336918944449127532</id><published>2011-11-22T23:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:47:16.637-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks</title><summary type='text'>It's late. 

I don't want to fold clothes.

I'm so exhausted I'm dizzy and can't hold my eyes open. 

I've cleaned house today.

I've spent 6 hours in the kitchen today making gooey cinnamon rolls with Ashton and Rachel.

I know it will be worth it tomorrow. 

I've made it to hubby's softball game. 

I'm sitting on the couch folding the 1,987,453,260 socks my husband had in the laundry.

I lay my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5336918944449127532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=5336918944449127532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5336918944449127532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5336918944449127532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/11/socks.html' title='Socks'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-294042348833825994</id><published>2011-11-20T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T08:35:24.978-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhhh Hindsight</title><summary type='text'> Remember this post from back in June???....  The Things They Say.......    I love kids. I love hearing them say the darndest things--as exampled by  my friends Jack and Tye. Please observe the conversation we shared  while playing on the swingset this morning:
 
Jack: Do you have a baby in your tummy?
Me: No I don't!
Jack: Will you have a baby in there soon?
Me: I don't know, Jack. I don't think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/294042348833825994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=294042348833825994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/294042348833825994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/294042348833825994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/11/ahhhhh-hindsight.html' title='Ahhhhh Hindsight'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9rGS7yDa1S8/TskP9ZRzp4I/AAAAAAAAAqI/NZ7hd6FMGzo/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8815020006858493947</id><published>2011-11-17T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T14:47:50.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Do It?</title><summary type='text'>How do you do it all? How do you accomplish every task on your plate to the satisfaction of everyone wanting your best?

How do you............

snuggle with your husband in the mornings when he rolls over and sighs in happiness while the alarm tells you to get up? 

wake up, only to dry heave twice into the trashcan you keep by your bed?

pack his food for the day, making sure he has all he will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8815020006858493947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8815020006858493947&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8815020006858493947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8815020006858493947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-do-you-do-it.html' title='How Do You Do It?'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8487382090185891685</id><published>2011-11-09T11:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T11:30:20.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amens on a Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>
~Amen.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8487382090185891685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8487382090185891685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8487382090185891685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8487382090185891685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/11/amen.html' title='Amens on a Wednesday'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo_ReHmiGF0/Trq4cMLhnEI/AAAAAAAAAp4/jCxqcVNcDPs/s72-c/Quote.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1551582244374463521</id><published>2011-11-07T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T10:23:48.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises for a Humble Heart</title><summary type='text'>This morning, as I was very sleepily reading my Bible, I was reminded of God's grace for the heart that accepts responsibility for sin. Because of an upcoming Bible study lesson I am teaching, I am thinking a lot about the fear of God. Let me just remind ya'll of something: God is worthy to be feared! So many people emphasize on God's love, mercy, and grace that they forget that He is also a just</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1551582244374463521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1551582244374463521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1551582244374463521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1551582244374463521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/11/promises-for-humble-heart.html' title='Promises for a Humble Heart'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OCy3HsSqvRI/TrgGBB304XI/AAAAAAAAApw/Ry8GhjCcj9Y/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7999944020779636467</id><published>2011-11-02T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T16:44:26.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hormonal Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Wow. I don't look as fat as I feel. 

I can't see my toes--and it isn't my stomach that is blocking them. 

When did watermelons grow on my chest???

I'm going to burst into tears. I have no idea why. 

WHY DOES MY HUSBAND WEAR SO MUCH UNDERWEAR THAT I HAVE TO WASH??

I'm hot.

I'm cold. 

Those dishes are breeding and multiplying, I just know it. 

Little student, please don't ask me yet ANOTHER</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7999944020779636467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7999944020779636467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7999944020779636467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7999944020779636467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/11/hormonal-thoughts.html' title='Hormonal Thoughts'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5Tb24RymO8/TrG5UjM6x7I/AAAAAAAAApI/SY_kjHtjZBI/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-536045637237479318</id><published>2011-11-01T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:31:05.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown-ups......</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wanted something impractical? No, you didn't need it, but in your heart of hearts you really wanted it? Yep, I've got a few of those....and this is one of my current obsessions: 

Sigh. The Brighton "Laugh" perfume smells absolutely heavenly and it is one scent I can still enjoy even while pregnant. It's not something I'll go buy for myself, but isn't it fun to dream??

I've done </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/536045637237479318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=536045637237479318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/536045637237479318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/536045637237479318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/11/grown-ups.html' title='Grown-ups......'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QOKiITOXqZQ/TrAcIwCe59I/AAAAAAAAAo4/sqpIA9PrW18/s72-c/LGNF2020_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-80644259281458000</id><published>2011-10-31T10:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:20:05.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baby</title><summary type='text'>Dear precious baby boy,

Today marks 17 weeks since God first started knitting you together. As of today, here are the statistics for you:

Gracin:
Size: 5 inches
Weight: 5 oz.
Comparison: turnip....I'm sorry about this.....
Movement: I haven't felt you that I can tell, but the sonograms consistently show you jumping, flipping, kicking, and punching. You are going to keep me busy, I can already </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/80644259281458000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=80644259281458000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/80644259281458000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/80644259281458000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-baby_31.html' title='Dear Baby'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C4iMMoJOk3k/Tq66fYxC17I/AAAAAAAAAn0/w79IuizKgjA/s72-c/BabyBoyOverallsDenimOveralls_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4948056639853037493</id><published>2011-10-25T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T10:18:32.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi. My Name's Sarah, and I'm a Wallbuilder</title><summary type='text'>"Wallbuilder"....pretty sure that's not a word in the English dictionary. But it is the word that describes me. I knew I was so careful to protect myself from pain before Kyle and I got married. But during our marriage counseling with the pastor that married us, I discovered I was more protective of myself than I thought. I've always thought "hurt me once, shame on you....cause you won't get a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4948056639853037493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=4948056639853037493&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4948056639853037493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4948056639853037493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/10/hi-my-names-sarah-and-im-wallbuilder.html' title='Hi. My Name&apos;s Sarah, and I&apos;m a Wallbuilder'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLPjJZg6FUg/TqbTL2BJKMI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/oIWUBc9nto8/s72-c/brick-wall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3755230154217808609</id><published>2011-10-13T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T09:17:01.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You.....Fall?</title><summary type='text'>Is it cold yet? Is it sweater, boot, coat, scarf, glove, and cuddle weather yet? With temperatures well over 100 and NO rain this past summer, I am praying for a freezing winter with plenty of moisture. 


This picture makes me want to go put on my new maternity sweater and courderoy pants for a stroll through damp, colorful leaves with my hubby and our pup. 


As for baby bump...................</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3755230154217808609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3755230154217808609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3755230154217808609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3755230154217808609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-are-youfall.html' title='Where Are You.....Fall?'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5DLMEz302is/Tpbu_sx9VoI/AAAAAAAAAm8/fqWJkT9z-es/s72-c/Fall-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4671016814613688453</id><published>2011-10-11T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T19:34:33.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Adventures</title><summary type='text'>They say there's a first time for everything.

I don't know who "they" are, but the vague pronoun doesn't completely understand the concept of "everything." After yesterday, there are things that I experienced that I never want to endure again.

Curious?

I'll give you some clue words: truck. traffic. puppy. rest stop. 1 AM.

Why we drove to Plano on Friday to get a very old but new to us Ford </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4671016814613688453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=4671016814613688453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4671016814613688453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4671016814613688453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/10/lifes-adventures.html' title='Life&apos;s Adventures'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kFaqf328PCo/TpTf7vYF-ZI/AAAAAAAAAm0/M007handGpk/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8432245655228285701</id><published>2011-09-20T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:25:26.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornerstone Confessions</title><summary type='text'>Each morning after their pledges, I hear the sweet voices of 2nd and 3rd graders as they recite their "school confessions" aloud. I don't think they completely think about the words they say, but their teacher does, and she is learning from it. 

Cornerstone Confessions﻿Teach me Your ways, oh Lord. I am teachable. I am quick, sharp, and bright. I remember everything good. I am healthy, strong, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8432245655228285701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8432245655228285701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8432245655228285701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8432245655228285701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/cornerstone-confessions.html' title='Cornerstone Confessions'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KdmK7yYndx4/TniwSMxCRdI/AAAAAAAAAmw/k92JX_8zedU/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3503005438570435557</id><published>2011-09-17T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T14:02:31.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel the Fizz</title><summary type='text'>Water makes me nauseous. Surprise surprise. Orange juice gives me heartburn, *always has* and milk makes me throw up faster than anything in the morning. I have drunk a lot of lemonade lately to compensate for my liquid intake.

I have LOVED carbonated drinks for the moments of nausea and slight headaches, since they seem to both help and calm my upset stomach. I have not really liked drinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3503005438570435557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3503005438570435557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3503005438570435557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3503005438570435557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-feel-fizz.html' title='I Feel the Fizz'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cTTo9YLKosY/TnTuikKbBBI/AAAAAAAAAms/-FRPxgBX_wY/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8885331340374722209</id><published>2011-09-15T19:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T19:52:28.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baby</title><summary type='text'>
Dear Baby,

Today...your mama and daddy saw you. You stole our hearts with the way you waved at us and jumped while the doctor tried to measure you. I loved the way you completely astounded your daddy....he didn't think you would be that big or visible! As he said, "It's not just two lines on a pee stick anymore." When he saw you his mouth fell open and his eyes grew wide. I guess I reacted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8885331340374722209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8885331340374722209&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8885331340374722209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8885331340374722209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-baby_15.html' title='Dear Baby'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH-Gg6_m1RM/TnKac345_nI/AAAAAAAAAmo/GBasxPTstUM/s72-c/baby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-2112010550265286889</id><published>2011-09-13T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:10:52.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dessert Chips and Musing</title><summary type='text'>My husband is showing off and doing P90X tonight. I am....watching. No, I WANT to be doing it with him, really, I do. But honestly, I am just now escaping the pounding headache and extreme nausea that has kept me down all day. So while he is grunting and being extremely manly, I am in the kitchen trying to fix his dinner and be productive.

Annnnnnd I tried a new recipe that is so easy you will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2112010550265286889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=2112010550265286889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2112010550265286889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2112010550265286889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/dessert-chips-and-musing.html' title='Dessert Chips and Musing'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GRZsNxF7Wkg/Tm_4QGE-2FI/AAAAAAAAAmY/_CwhEftzouU/s72-c/_MG_0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-2426544052339840857</id><published>2011-09-11T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:42:09.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me Back</title><summary type='text'>My husband and my dad are watching America, the Story of Us on Netflix this beautiful Sunday afternoon.  While I usually don't click on the show when I'm on my own, I do love watching the episodes of our history.

I have always loved history.....and I'm blessed that my husband loves it too. It amazes me how America has changed over the decades. Some changes have been for the better--others for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2426544052339840857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=2426544052339840857&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2426544052339840857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2426544052339840857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/take-me-back.html' title='Take Me Back'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e9hIQtlYXD0/Tm0lUdAHfmI/AAAAAAAAAlM/L9Ed_LIakh0/s72-c/1942vogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-5742253673423717213</id><published>2011-09-10T09:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T09:16:35.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><summary type='text'>I am a dreamer. I dream about places I want to visit/live, things I want to see and do, people I want to meet, goals I want to achieve......it's a long list.

Kyle and I were talking about dreams last night, mainly if we were putting our money where our dreams were. Right now, bills are such that we pay what we owe--and our dreams fall by the wayside. But we are planning and working to be in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5742253673423717213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=5742253673423717213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5742253673423717213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5742253673423717213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ4_d0NvTmo/TmtpQHxQosI/AAAAAAAAAlE/13HGXbYVdh4/s72-c/_MG_0027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8353151504473572167</id><published>2011-09-07T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:53:17.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Psych" Me Out</title><summary type='text'>We have lately become obsessed with the show Psych....ok....more hubby than me....but he LOVES the show. He will roll in laughter at the snarky come-backs the show brings into our living room. It makes me so warm and happy to see Kyle belly laugh.

But apparently my husband is trying to become Shawn Spencer. 
He is now trying to look at our house and see "invisible clues." He admitted nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8353151504473572167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8353151504473572167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8353151504473572167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8353151504473572167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/psych-me-out.html' title='&quot;Psych&quot; Me Out'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pmwjVmiHAgQ/TmfXWvdD64I/AAAAAAAAAkw/C7Htob6tu2s/s72-c/psych' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-9167292256311212582</id><published>2011-09-06T19:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T19:02:13.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Hamburgers....Ever</title><summary type='text'>My husband gave this recipe 5 stars.....and most of this was non-verbal communication through his loud moaning when he took a bite. I call that SUCCESS, women!

What made this burger awesome?

I don't have pictures to show you because I was more focused on getting dinner made for my man rather than photographing every step. But I'll give you the ingredients I used and how I assembled this "best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/9167292256311212582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=9167292256311212582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/9167292256311212582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/9167292256311212582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/best-hamburgersever.html' title='The Best Hamburgers....Ever'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-704yQ9zz8Kc/Tmaz2TSpfYI/AAAAAAAAAks/oGINBxm5V58/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-2929008355278047776</id><published>2011-09-05T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T18:45:26.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Careful What You Pray For</title><summary type='text'>I'm learning all kinds of spiritual lessons lately. It's amazing what you learn when you are flat on your back or throwing up. I have been informed that I am vitamin deficient in the B6 area if I am throwing up. Hopefully I can get my hands on some vitamins soon, and hopefully it will help me stop the morning "up-chucks."

not to be confused with "nun-chucks."

though just as dangerous.

what WAS</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2929008355278047776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=2929008355278047776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2929008355278047776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2929008355278047776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/be-careful-what-you-pray-for.html' title='Be Careful What You Pray For'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oRdIC8hWBnQ/TmVfB8yZ8iI/AAAAAAAAAko/GadOA8c-C_g/s72-c/signature.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7781763552447729492</id><published>2011-09-05T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:38:02.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Ballpark</title><summary type='text'>My husband believes in all things baseball. I don't see him more excited than when he's playing or talking about the sport. Before we got married we discussed wanting to go to a Ranger's game in Arlington sooner rather than later.....well marriage happened, bills happen, and we didn't see buying tickets any time soon. Then my mom calls and says that she and Dad have two extra tickets to a Rangers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7781763552447729492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7781763552447729492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7781763552447729492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7781763552447729492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/day-at-ballpark.html' title='Day at the Ballpark'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYpgZ83AuzE/TmSmi1TgrAI/AAAAAAAAAjk/sm02LQlJXb8/s72-c/_MG_9896.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1449119348500186605</id><published>2011-09-02T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T05:02:09.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Baby</title><summary type='text'>Dear, Baby,

Your daddy is asleep in bed (probably on my side and pulling covers) while I am sitting in the living room since I can't sleep, can't breathe, can't swallow, and can't keep anything down. Don't worry, I don't blame you. The throwing up is because you are getting bigger, and the cold I have is making the other symptoms worse when I lay down.

Right now you are so tiny--not much bigger</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1449119348500186605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1449119348500186605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1449119348500186605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1449119348500186605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/09/dear-baby.html' title='Dear Baby'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-979321099766190361</id><published>2011-08-30T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T17:13:22.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Kids Say</title><summary type='text'>1. But I like smelling the dry erase marker!
2. Is your baby kicking? I kicked my dad in the ear when I was in my mom's tummy.
3. I forgot to do my homework.
4. My brother knows kung-fu.
5. Mrs. Bartlett gave me more work! *then follow with rolling of eyes*
6. Can I go to the bathroom? I forgot to go this morning.
7. Do I HAVE to write this in cursive?
8. Can you repeat that word? You're going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/979321099766190361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=979321099766190361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/979321099766190361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/979321099766190361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/08/things-kids-say.html' title='Things Kids Say'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-9007085429112711392</id><published>2011-08-18T18:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T18:47:07.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Graham Crackers and Chauffeuring</title><summary type='text'>It's been way too long since I last posted. In my defense it has been a very busy two weeks!

1. I have been pregnant for a little over 7 weeks I am assuming, as I have yet to see a doctor. Don't get upset with me about that...most doctors don't want to see me until I hit my second trimester, not to mention the twisted maze of military medical paperwork I have had to undertake in order to even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/9007085429112711392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=9007085429112711392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/9007085429112711392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/9007085429112711392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-been-way-too-long-since-i-last.html' title='Of Graham Crackers and Chauffeuring'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6jfQpCDOLCc/Tk2jmzQZeKI/AAAAAAAAAjE/efcx2ZrUjWM/s72-c/IMG_1085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8616444759896688014</id><published>2011-08-05T21:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T21:37:30.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, Baby, Baby OHHHHHH!!!</title><summary type='text'>ATTENTION! ATTENTION! This post might shock you. I say this because I myself was shocked when I heard it. No, don't judge this by the title of this post; I am not referring to a Justin Bieber song.  Kyle and I have been considering the possibility of his getting out of active duty Air Force and going to the Reserves or Air National Guard while going to college full time. After all, we are debt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8616444759896688014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8616444759896688014&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8616444759896688014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8616444759896688014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/08/baby-baby-baby-ohhhhhh.html' title='Baby, Baby, Baby OHHHHHH!!!'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fTGjd1eUyU/TjynRdPSB8I/AAAAAAAAAi8/9ywKvPH80GQ/s72-c/_MG_9874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3820256899554657913</id><published>2011-07-26T21:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:19:02.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><summary type='text'>My day was perfection. Why?
I had 3 hours in the Word today. I spent 4 hours with a precious friend before she goes to the hospital tomorrow morning with her husband to have her labor induced. I polished my resume...again. I sent my resume and a cover letter to a job that I really really really would love to have. I made breakfast and lunch for hubby's work tomorrow.

We ate dinner with full </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3820256899554657913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3820256899554657913&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3820256899554657913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3820256899554657913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bii02imWBYU/Ti9y71yWbHI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8KNcwwLk_M0/s72-c/_MG_9843.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3028534216714157842</id><published>2011-07-24T19:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T21:17:49.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation Gorgeous</title><summary type='text'>Modesty. Integrity. Beauty. Wisdom. Grace. Gentility. Cost-conscious. Thrifty. Caring. Compassionate. Guardian of the tongue.....who do picture when you hear these terms? 
Do you think American teenage girl? 
NO???? WHY NOT??
Oh. 
Because that usually does not describe the average American teenage female. 
Recently I have become fascinated with makeup tutorials on YouTube. *don't judge* Since I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3028534216714157842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3028534216714157842&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3028534216714157842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3028534216714157842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/07/generation-gorgeous.html' title='Generation Gorgeous'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4495260737368594049</id><published>2011-07-20T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T09:23:29.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>Do you ever feel this way? This song is my anthem sometimes and it has been on my heart a lot lately. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4495260737368594049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=4495260737368594049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4495260737368594049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4495260737368594049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/07/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1486308951842362679</id><published>2011-07-18T07:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T07:05:53.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Egg</title><summary type='text'>It's been a refreshing weekend away with my husband. I must admit, it didn't start out "refreshing" but ended that way. We went to a marriage conference in Dallas for a couple days with some of Kyle's extended family.

Let me start out by admitting that I have only been behind the wheel in DFW once before. Because Kyle and I had to take his car to the shop in Dallas I followed him down. As </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1486308951842362679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1486308951842362679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1486308951842362679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1486308951842362679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-like-eggs.html' title='Bad Egg'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6554778081051257701</id><published>2011-07-14T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:42:02.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever been too afraid to admit you were in bondage? Have you ever been too ashamed to admit you were a slave to something so common? It's time for freedom.

part 1:

part 2


This doesn't just apply to food, but to everything. What is keeping you from freedom?

Sarah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6554778081051257701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=6554778081051257701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6554778081051257701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6554778081051257701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6057338074104076115</id><published>2011-07-11T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:43:42.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings in Life</title><summary type='text'>Happenings in life right now?
1. NO MORE SCHOOL! That's right, for the first time in 15 years I don't have any school to do or plan. In other words, I am a college graduate! *barring something bizarre happens and they fail me last minute--which I doubt* The realization is just now hitting me. I have been in school or been dreaming about school since I started at my mama's kitchen table.

2. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6057338074104076115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=6057338074104076115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6057338074104076115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6057338074104076115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/07/happenings-in-life.html' title='Happenings in Life'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8930982018206148676</id><published>2011-07-05T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:06:34.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><summary type='text'>36 A.D.
The hill of Calvary ran red with the blood of God's Son. His knees shook with pain as He raised his body for air. He was thirsty and they gave Him vinegar to drink from a sponge. He looked out over a people that despised and rallied for His death. His blood filled eyes vaguely caught the forms of the "religious leaders" as they stood with arms crossed to approve his death. He was dying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8930982018206148676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8930982018206148676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8930982018206148676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8930982018206148676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/07/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SICK7vf_1Gk/ThMMR1LApKI/AAAAAAAAAhM/m8IDzaakxB0/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-05+at+8.05.56+AM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1231996997916809299</id><published>2011-07-03T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:19:50.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nieces and Nephews</title><summary type='text'>I love my niece and nephews. I love the fun we have together and the crazy things they say. I love having them closer for the holiday.....and the laughter they bring.

Time: Bath time
Place: bathroom
Alyssa: "Can I go to the bathroom before I take a bath?"
Me: "Yes! Go."
Alyssa starts hopping to the bathroom buck naked.

All I hear is a toot for each time she hops. 

She peeked over her shoulder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1231996997916809299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1231996997916809299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1231996997916809299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1231996997916809299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/07/nieces-and-nephews.html' title='Nieces and Nephews'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-owGfzXhoN9Q/ThDqM2KMxII/AAAAAAAAAg4/JRVEms5dmIM/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-07-03+at+5.14.47+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8254608823217706502</id><published>2011-06-27T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:22:38.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You a 24/7 Christian?</title><summary type='text'>The church is full. Pews are packed with people gazing at the preacher who is trying to meet his schedule and finish the sermon so his congregation can get out for lunch. They've come to worship, pray, learn, and love on each other because it's Sunday. They are Christians today....and as soon as they exit the doors they have six days off.

How often is this true? How often do we go to church, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8254608823217706502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8254608823217706502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8254608823217706502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8254608823217706502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/are-you-247-christian.html' title='Are You a 24/7 Christian?'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1583909651626238604</id><published>2011-06-24T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T08:09:41.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday.</title><summary type='text'>Doggie peed in the floor.

Sarah (while cleaning) stepped in the pee in her bare feet.

The cleaning gusto has literally floated away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1583909651626238604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1583909651626238604&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1583909651626238604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1583909651626238604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday.html' title='Friday.'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1003407632440326873</id><published>2011-06-21T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T20:51:55.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Audrey....</title><summary type='text'>I love Audrey Hepburn--her class, her poise, her grace, her acting, and her quotes. I've included several of my favorite Audrey quotes for the blog today. Tell me your favorites!!

"For Attractive lips, speak words of kindness. 
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. 
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. 
For beautiful hair, let a child run their fingers through it once a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1003407632440326873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1003407632440326873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1003407632440326873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1003407632440326873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/little-audrey.html' title='A Little Audrey....'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-30_cxRDrYlI/TgEfkKgVhuI/AAAAAAAAAg0/VBYb4sQlYgo/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8433451562111976978</id><published>2011-06-20T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T16:16:55.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When The UPS Man Comes</title><summary type='text'>I have been waiting on this for over a week. I've been longing to hold it, play with it, drool over it, and show it off....



And no, that's not a new camera....that's a new battery-pack attached to my Canon T1i and the accompanying remote that came in the package. For $46 on eBay I received the battery pack, two batteries, a second pack that holds six AA batteries for backup, and a remote that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8433451562111976978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8433451562111976978&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8433451562111976978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8433451562111976978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/when-ups-man-comes.html' title='When The UPS Man Comes'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iXHyLBaUuh8/Tf-28myYAoI/AAAAAAAAAgs/jLio1yQbHUY/s72-c/IMG_0813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6519267056749186660</id><published>2011-06-18T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:58:53.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State Parks and Walks</title><summary type='text'>It is miserable in Texas right now. The 111 degree heat is scorching our land, our plants, our cars, and our skin. Kyle and I were hibernated in the house yesterday from the heat and today we were both becoming edgy, depressed, and anxious to be out of doors. So we packed snacks, water, and swimsuits to drive to the state park about 20 miles from us. We were sweating like crazy as we hiked around</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6519267056749186660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=6519267056749186660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6519267056749186660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6519267056749186660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/state-parks-and-walks.html' title='State Parks and Walks'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v_rDGXoST-8/Tf0153VlA1I/AAAAAAAAAgE/Ni3I3STbLUw/s72-c/_MG_9235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-884857772946856177</id><published>2011-06-16T18:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T18:24:25.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love it in A B and C</title><summary type='text'>I love when something is in a perfect outline. I make lists for my day that go like this:

A. DishesB. Clean fans    a. kitchen    b. living    c. bedroom    d. music roomC. Do laundry     a. iron shorts     b. iron blue skirtD. Vacuum house     a. get corners and edging E. Dust bedroom  
It's strange. I can't just give myself an order but I have to break it down. I like clear, concise, direct, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/884857772946856177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=884857772946856177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/884857772946856177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/884857772946856177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-love-it-in-b-and-c.html' title='I Love it in A B and C'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eB0omH-37O0/TfqPdr4MK6I/AAAAAAAAAgA/F7QhIM56bPw/s72-c/we-lift-holy-hands_4532_1280x800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4311190040830130845</id><published>2011-06-14T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:21:56.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Blessings</title><summary type='text'>I've been married to my husband for one month, and it has been the most wonderful month of my life. I've learned so much about this man I love, and we continually try to make this marriage work by learning the other's personality, struggles, good and bad points--all the while learning to love each other for what makes us each unique.

I am a most blessed woman. May I be a blessing to him.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4311190040830130845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=4311190040830130845&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4311190040830130845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4311190040830130845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/month-of-blessings.html' title='A Month of Blessings'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6iMh0DnOgo/TfgXMMTXLII/AAAAAAAAAf8/mWSp5bfRBzk/s72-c/Screen+shot+2011-05-18+at+8.16.50+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1507871782151075873</id><published>2011-06-14T08:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:43:53.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Gifts I Have</title><summary type='text'>It's after eight and I should be doing dishes, making the bed, starting laundry, and watering the yard. But what AM I doing? Sitting on the couch in my nightshirt trying to ensure that the toast and fruit I had for breakfast stays in my stomach since I have lost my first breakfast due to some stomach issue.

Dear readers, I am falling apart. Let me recount what has happened in the last few days. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1507871782151075873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1507871782151075873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1507871782151075873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1507871782151075873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/finding-gifts-i-have.html' title='Finding the Gifts I Have'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4009959204587559360</id><published>2011-06-13T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T08:41:33.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Need the Accountability</title><summary type='text'>I can't believe I'm about to admit this on my blog. I do things like this because it means I actually can't hide anymore. But accountability is necessary for a move such as this and having several people watch keeps my hand from the cookie jar.....

I have gained ten pounds from where I need to be since Kyle and I met. That came from eating out a lot together to stay in public, and even thought I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4009959204587559360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=4009959204587559360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4009959204587559360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4009959204587559360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/sometimes-you-need-accountability.html' title='Sometimes You Need the Accountability'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6148380187262730044</id><published>2011-06-12T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T16:50:22.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying My Sunday</title><summary type='text'>Loving a Sunday afternoon with a nap, a cuddle next to my husband, a movie, the smell of barbecue crockpot chicken waiting on my in-laws to drive through, thinking how awesome my God is, and enjoying my view...

While I'm loving this Sunday afternoon I am loving this song....I hope you do too :)

 
Sarah 
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Lately I have pondered this word and considered it deeply in my heart.   
Satisfaction entails finding peace and fulfillment in what God has granted to you. Sometimes only our needs are met and we must learn satisfaction in that--rather than desiring peace only in receiving what we want on top of that. 
Truth be told, God knows </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/713637305303584392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=713637305303584392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/713637305303584392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/713637305303584392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/satisfied-woman.html' title='The Satisfied Woman'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6312844832952461779</id><published>2011-06-10T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T19:06:59.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night</title><summary type='text'>I love being a wife....especially to Kyle. He makes being a wife an enjoyable and worthwhile blessing. Today was my day off from class and I spent the day cleaning house. I cleaned fans, cabinet fronts, mopped floors, vacuumed, folded clothes, did dishes, and cooked dinner for tonight.

I am so excited about this meal that it's unreal. I prayed over the food--that I cook it well and it turn out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6312844832952461779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=6312844832952461779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6312844832952461779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6312844832952461779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ycf-WIziMls/TfKm5f8lZHI/AAAAAAAAAfc/hhB0Vk5jd34/s72-c/IMG_0783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-6851064498031043548</id><published>2011-06-09T18:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T18:46:52.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Moments</title><summary type='text'>This is a happy man with homeade frozen yogurt....


And this is what a very happy man looks like when he receives the title to his car. That's right, the Bartletts own their car and are officially out.of.debt.



God is amazing and we are so very blessed.....

Sarah</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/6851064498031043548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=6851064498031043548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6851064498031043548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/6851064498031043548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/favorite-moments.html' title='Favorite Moments'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7YnF62BzjyU/TfFZjlDsZzI/AAAAAAAAAfI/W-bVDIXnrmU/s72-c/_MG_9042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1221243958582955425</id><published>2011-06-05T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T14:35:08.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready and Willing</title><summary type='text'>We have been talking about being ready for the return of Christ in church on Sunday mornings. Pastor Kevin has spent nearly a month covering this topic from Matthew and this morning God put some pieces together in my head from a conversation with my husband, a lesson in Sunday school, and then the sermon. I love when mornings like this happen...

Kyle and I have been talking for a few days about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1221243958582955425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1221243958582955425&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1221243958582955425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1221243958582955425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/ready-and-willing.html' title='Ready and Willing'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-9211115924987445624</id><published>2011-06-04T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T11:00:23.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornmeal Pancakes and Summer</title><summary type='text'>It's summertime. And although I start my last college class on Monday, I still consider these months to be summer. When I think of summer here at the Bartlett house I think of iced tea, popsicles, strawberries, melons, shorts, flip flops, panting chihuahua, and open blinds.

Strawberries and melons are finally in season and BOY am I glad to pay under $3 for succulent strawberries. I serve fruit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/9211115924987445624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=9211115924987445624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/9211115924987445624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/9211115924987445624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/cornmeal-pancakes-and-summer.html' title='Cornmeal Pancakes and Summer'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1790010072050347007</id><published>2011-06-03T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T10:52:42.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I See</title><summary type='text'>Life is about perspective. If you choose to see the negative then your focus will give you every negative aspect of life. You will see the late start, the rude driver, the dirty floors, the mistakes of friends, and your day will be ruined by the negative view.

But should you dare to look for positive, you might find instead the gratitude of a few minutes of extra rest, the driver who's just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1790010072050347007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1790010072050347007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1790010072050347007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1790010072050347007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-i-see.html' title='What I See'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rncpDHn3S08/Tej_D1KkNtI/AAAAAAAAAeg/T0DQk5CZIGo/s72-c/_MG_8978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8674540754456233146</id><published>2011-06-02T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T14:11:54.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things They Say.......</title><summary type='text'>I love kids. I love hearing them say the darndest things--as exampled by my friends Jack and Tye. Please observe the conversation we shared while playing on the swingset this morning:

Jack: Do you have a baby in your tummy?
Me: No I don't!
Jack: Will you have a baby in there soon?
Me: I don't know, Jack. I don't think so.
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I'm married to a man who LOVES chocolate and sweets. Don't get me wrong, I love sugar too, but it doesn't love me. Well, actually it loves me TOO much--to the point it hangs around on my waist, my thighs, my face....everywhere </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7525783311833503165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7525783311833503165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7525783311833503165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7525783311833503165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/06/healthier-options.html' title='Healthier Options'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5bxAf6J4cY/TeaZ-vidDjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/qgjMMk2agLE/s72-c/_MG_8970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7152580569518794062</id><published>2011-05-28T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T21:59:16.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's Life</title><summary type='text'>I lost one of my favorite loves this week--my family's little dog Rags was bitten by a rattlesnake and had to be put down by the vet. I haven't cried that hard in such a long time. When Mom called to tell me I cried. My sister informed me about all the details later of the vet visit and her fast deterioration. I fell apart. Kyle sat on the couch and held me while I cried. Bless my husband, even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7152580569518794062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7152580569518794062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7152580569518794062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7152580569518794062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/05/dogs-life.html' title='A Dog&apos;s Life'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nlFnMpV1uT8/TeG0H-pbyfI/AAAAAAAAAeI/uOfercxrSsw/s72-c/DSC_0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8802289557063461892</id><published>2011-05-26T20:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T20:20:22.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musing From Esther</title><summary type='text'>It's evening, my husband is at a church meeting tonight, and I am settling in my first night as a married woman with a quiet moment. 

It has been a productive few days at home. We have unpacked; worked on the house; returned and exchanged gifts; changed driver's licenses, social security cards, military ID information; and spent more money than we wanted on getting our lives joined. AKA: cell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8802289557063461892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8802289557063461892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8802289557063461892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8802289557063461892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/05/musing-from-esther.html' title='Musing From Esther'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7644448994344122387</id><published>2011-05-23T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T22:56:33.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honeymooners</title><summary type='text'>The honeymooners are HOME!!! My husband and I pulled in to our sweet little home yesterday afternoon after many hours of driving during a week's time. It was an enjoyable time to enjoy my husband one-on-one with no distractions. We drove from the church to Fort Worth where Kyle had booked us a fabulous hotel with a city view. That was a TREAT! The next morning we drove to Shreveport, Louisiana to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7644448994344122387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7644448994344122387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7644448994344122387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7644448994344122387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/05/honeymooners.html' title='The Honeymooners'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JfYc4TxcH8g/TdsjZHgpXdI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lPC1in3_pBQ/s72-c/IMG_0650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-5358162244450592849</id><published>2011-05-11T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T07:01:00.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His Banner Over Me is Love</title><summary type='text'>This is it, readers. I have decided this will be my last post until finals, wedding, and honeymoon are finished. Not that I don't love you....cause I do.....but as soon as Saturday gets here my focus will be completely dedicated to my husband for the following week.

Since the wedding is in three short days I am preparing like crazy. I am packing for honeymoon, wedding day, and last minute moving</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5358162244450592849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=5358162244450592849&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5358162244450592849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5358162244450592849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/05/his-banner-over-me-is-love.html' title='His Banner Over Me is Love'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-886049196224199756</id><published>2011-05-10T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:55:05.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unashamed</title><summary type='text'>"Unashamed"
Starfield
I have not much
To offer You
Not near what You deserve
But still I come
Because Your cross 
Has placed in me my worth

Oh, Christ my King
Of sympathy
Whose wounds secure my peace
Your grace extends
To call me friend
Your mercy sets me free

And I know I'm weak
I know I'm unworthy
To call upon Your name
But because of grace
Because of Your mercy
I stand here unashamed

I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/886049196224199756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=886049196224199756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/886049196224199756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/886049196224199756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/05/unashamed.html' title='Unashamed'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-5476731874121427019</id><published>2011-05-09T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T18:16:02.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride Brain</title><summary type='text'>Today has been SO productive. With only four days until our wedding celebration I spose it's about time I do something productive. 

Let's see if I can recount the highs and lows of the day:

I did all of my laundry! This has been a literal two week process filled with soured clothes and no underwear. But today I conquered the mountain and it is folded and put away in various suitcases for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5476731874121427019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=5476731874121427019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5476731874121427019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5476731874121427019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/05/bride-brain.html' title='Bride Brain'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1092067467150633886</id><published>2011-05-07T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:26:35.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess It's Good</title><summary type='text'>If you follow me on facebook or twitter at all then you know I am in love with my wedding playlist. I don't want to give away the songs being played just yet, but I don't know if I will be able to walk down the aisle without crying. I keep listening to them over and over again thinking, God, let the people there get the message we are trying to portray. Each song tells a story, you just have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1092067467150633886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1092067467150633886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1092067467150633886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1092067467150633886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-guess-its-good.html' title='I Guess It&apos;s Good'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1258394742498527407</id><published>2011-05-05T04:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T04:33:18.931-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasing One</title><summary type='text'> I didn't know English classes were supposed to be convicting. I thought they were supposed to be interesting moments where I dissolved into a novel to understand and join with characters to walk with them through plights and their struggles. 
Apparently God didn't get the memo I wasn't in English class to learn anything about myself. Hello?! 
The book we are reading this last week of classes is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1258394742498527407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1258394742498527407&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1258394742498527407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1258394742498527407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/05/pleasing-one.html' title='Pleasing One'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4406101807255481957</id><published>2011-05-03T09:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T09:39:15.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kyle's Girlfriend</title><summary type='text'>Kyle has a girlfriend. And no, it's not me. Kyle's girlfriend is a shameless flirt and a true beauty. When she sees him at church she calls his name and usually comes to sit by him and chat for a minute. She makes him cards with hearts on Valentine's Day and gives him beautiful artistic prints that she makes. 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But when I looked at the EXPENSIVE box on the Walmart shelf I decided the excitement could wait a while. Next to the couscous was a box of Taboule (wheat salad) and it looked fairly appetizing. Considering it has sat in my pantry for several weeks, I would look at it and think, "I wanna </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2256503788823901625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=2256503788823901625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2256503788823901625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2256503788823901625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/taboule-salad-with-tweak.html' title='Taboule Salad--With a Tweak'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-baVxp3TbB3U/Tbr72sW9F6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/CLP4xLvuop8/s72-c/_MG_8906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-5402687983283163688</id><published>2011-04-29T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T10:39:55.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday...and easy posting</title><summary type='text'>4 shows I watch: I don't keep up with any show--who has time! I guess I'll put down my favorites anyway...1. Army Wives 2. Gilmore Girls3. Monk4. NCIS
4 things I'm passionate about:1. My God2. Teenage ministry3. Nutrition and health4. Homeschool families 
4 phrases I say alot:1. OH MY STARS!2. Let's make like a Mack and Truck (Kyle is delivering me of this one)3. For reals?4. I love you
4 things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/5402687983283163688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=5402687983283163688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5402687983283163688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/5402687983283163688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-fridayand-easy-posting.html' title='Happy Friday...and easy posting'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8342473367483439143</id><published>2011-04-28T07:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T07:26:29.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not So Secret Life of the Not So Average Teenager</title><summary type='text'>WARNING: Mature content posted. Young children need to read with a parent.  

I'm thankful for internet. It allows me to research for papers, keep up with friends, communicate easily, have access to every part of the world, and also allows me to watch television shows in full-length that I would never dare admit to watching for any reason other than curiosity. Perfect example: GLEE and The Secret</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8342473367483439143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8342473367483439143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8342473367483439143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8342473367483439143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/not-so-secret-life-of-not-so-average.html' title='The Not So Secret Life of the Not So Average Teenager'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4027701000765988448</id><published>2011-04-26T08:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:44:04.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love</title><summary type='text'>I love so many things. But as I am recovering from a stomach issue and dehydration/constipation for the last 24 hours, I am thinking back to Saturday and reminded of how thankful I am for these things...



Roadtrips for a horse show on a Saturday



Little cowboys who try to rope the bleachers



That I can see myself in his eyes.



That when I see the world through his eyes I see more beauty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4027701000765988448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=4027701000765988448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4027701000765988448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4027701000765988448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love.html' title='I Love'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29FbPHhrU94/TbbFTSP8-XI/AAAAAAAAAbA/7WAlxiVkGnE/s72-c/_MG_8801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3754164600237912730</id><published>2011-04-21T21:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:48:15.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Out of the Fire</title><summary type='text'>I love my fiance. If you haven't gathered that by now, you should know it for a fact. Tonight we went to Arby's and grabbed a sandwich before going to Starbucks to use the internet for setting up gas (house gas...though the Arby's was.....ok never mind) and after our driving we went back to the house so I could drop him off. We hate goodbye's.

Let me put it this way: I am SO over saying goodbye </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3754164600237912730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3754164600237912730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3754164600237912730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3754164600237912730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/and-out-of-fire.html' title='And Out of the Fire'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-3070687895908011239</id><published>2011-04-20T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:55:40.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My MTV Rave</title><summary type='text'>Ok. I admit it. There are days when I catch shows on MTV while doing homework and trying to stay awake. Because I don't watch all day and I don't watch at night I only catch shows like "16 and Pregnant" or "Teen Mom." These shows make me want to both laugh and cry.

The whole point of the show is to tell the stories of women who find themselves pregnant out of wedlock with their boyfriend. Plese </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/3070687895908011239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=3070687895908011239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3070687895908011239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/3070687895908011239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-mtv-rave.html' title='My MTV Rave'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-2369367444150683328</id><published>2011-04-18T10:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:52:16.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Genuine Men</title><summary type='text'>I'm thankful for genuine men. This morning in class my professor introduced us to a local pastor who works with him in ministry. They minister to the local community bringing food and water and resources to those in need. I don't know why, but this particular pastor turns me off instantly. I had heard him speak in chapel before and for some reason my heart was not turned to hear his sincerity. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/2369367444150683328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=2369367444150683328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2369367444150683328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/2369367444150683328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/genuine-men.html' title='Genuine Men'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-7717250947995209883</id><published>2011-04-18T06:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T06:07:29.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moments You'll Never Live Down</title><summary type='text'>I don't know why I do what I do. Sometimes it just happens. Like at this past bridal shower. Please be warned, these pictures reveal the...real....me.

Now the salt pictures....PLEASE DON'T CALL THE ABUSE PATROL. I didn't mean to throw salt in his eyes...I opened a new salt shaker and it spilled on me. My mom, ever joking, said, "You have to throw a pinch over your shoulder!" I did. Right into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/7717250947995209883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=7717250947995209883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7717250947995209883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/7717250947995209883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/moments-youll-never-live-down.html' title='The Moments You&apos;ll Never Live Down'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9huCtFbJFqY/TawBVPbR9ZI/AAAAAAAAAaE/A0281HcfjpA/s72-c/_MG_8637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-1274908631598413951</id><published>2011-04-14T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:36:15.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is Father Here?</title><summary type='text'>Matt 3: 16 As soon as Jesus was baptized, he went up out of the water. At that moment heaven was opened, and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting on him. 17 And a voice from heaven said, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased.”
Enter Matthew 4...the chapter where Jesus is tempted by Satan in the wilderness. We see Jesus hungry and alone after 40 days of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/1274908631598413951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=1274908631598413951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1274908631598413951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/1274908631598413951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/who-is-father-here.html' title='Who is Father Here?'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-874341611077790895</id><published>2011-04-12T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T13:02:01.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Me Goals I Can Achieve, Lord</title><summary type='text'>I am a goal oriented person. I love check lists and papers with my things to do. In other words, if I don't have a check list, I don't feel productive. I don't have goals, I feel behind. I am a big dreamer and goals seem to make those dreams come true. Zora Neale Hurston wrote "Now, women forget all those things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/874341611077790895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=874341611077790895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/874341611077790895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/874341611077790895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/grant-me-goals-i-can-achieve-lord.html' title='Grant Me Goals I Can Achieve, Lord'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-8842264396291150942</id><published>2011-04-09T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T19:11:18.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gag</title><summary type='text'>Printed: 33 pages of notes.
Test: Intro to Christianity
Excitement: approaching nill
Goal: graduation
Hope: I don't die.
Desire: to shower and go to bed. 

35 days left. So close, friends.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/8842264396291150942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=8842264396291150942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8842264396291150942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/8842264396291150942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/gag.html' title='Gag'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-628229850318787306</id><published>2011-04-09T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T00:51:02.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Moment</title><summary type='text'>Exhaustion--my nemesis and my friend, I am pushing you away but for a little longer so I can accomplish just a few more things that beg my attention. You make me observant, you make me frustrated, you make me productive, and you make me cry. 

Your clutches beg me to crawl into bed, close my heavy eyes, breath deeply, and let the stress melt for a few short hours of peace. It's amazing what you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/628229850318787306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=628229850318787306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/628229850318787306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/628229850318787306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/quiet-moment.html' title='Quiet Moment'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-59308442289542971</id><published>2011-04-07T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T23:18:12.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Thankful</title><summary type='text'>So thankful for walks around the neighborhood with my fiance.
So thankful it is short weather
So thankful for sweet church friends and their precious little boy who come to see our new house.
So thankful for calls from my sister to ask if it is my car she is following down the highway.
So thankful for funny movies to make me laugh and the stress to melt, if only for an hour and a half.
So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/59308442289542971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=59308442289542971&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/59308442289542971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/59308442289542971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/so-thankful.html' title='So Thankful'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8195207817776353788.post-4708369590256975193</id><published>2011-04-07T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:19:22.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted: Passionate Women</title><summary type='text'>God isn't looking for perfect women...He is looking for passionate women. --Priscilla Shirer

I needed this last night. I was sitting in Bible study and the words jumped off the page an into my heart. He isn't looking for perfection.

I didn't know I was a perfectionist until I started pre-marital counseling. Then it was brought to my attention that I am all about doing something right. As I took</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/feeds/4708369590256975193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8195207817776353788&amp;postID=4708369590256975193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4708369590256975193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8195207817776353788/posts/default/4708369590256975193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chikachatter.blogspot.com/2011/04/wanted-passionate-women.html' title='Wanted: Passionate Women'/><author><name>God's Gal Sarah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16658696040959255666</uri><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/-tnxWlWn0hS8/TWfcTi-eIBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/-X8tQrgQw9E/s220/IMG_9380.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
