tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34836572359598837032024-03-05T06:38:46.625-08:00ANNE MICHELLEAnne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-44613183316611610842010-08-09T18:10:00.000-07:002010-08-09T18:24:09.939-07:00The Eve of the First!Addisyn turns one tomorrow...wow!! <div><br /></div><div>(I haven't posted on here in forever, but I figured this was blog worthy.)</div><div><br /></div><div>I must admit i've been pretty emotional about her turning one. She isn't a baby anymore. I can't turn back time. People told me to cherish even the times I was up with her in the middle of the night because they wouldn't last forever... they were right. She's such a sweet little girl and I tear up at even the thought of how much she means to me and Eric. I would do, be, give, sacrifice anything for her. She's my precious little "Ad". She's doing so much and growing like a weed! Everyday I laugh at the new things she does and the words she has started to say.</div><div><br /></div><div>Today when I went up to get her out of her crib after nap she threw her hands up in the air and said "YAY" when she saw me!!! It was like "It's about time, I've been waiting for you. I've got a lot of playing to do!" HAHA!</div><div><br /></div><div>She keeps me busy, but it's so much fun!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Happy Birthday, Addisyn Faith! Your daddy and I love you more than you will ever know...</i> </div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQ2xflUWmXly-JAo2ePKDlXno1s2_POiyp___7sRmqVIyJTSZwwuB27s4Fws7v-CoEXjWUZUQB7a83MvF82S2loR9deReBhH0E_XgkqyygYJA74PYX1Q5YmdGYhoSZA0-ZsiEYKCxn_I/s1600/IMG_0710_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQ2xflUWmXly-JAo2ePKDlXno1s2_POiyp___7sRmqVIyJTSZwwuB27s4Fws7v-CoEXjWUZUQB7a83MvF82S2loR9deReBhH0E_XgkqyygYJA74PYX1Q5YmdGYhoSZA0-ZsiEYKCxn_I/s400/IMG_0710_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503585128351759026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGZeYtp74RInsQ_2ljg5WwUD5WfmUbCj5qTfEXEvceb-djF0BZmCEKtv4BV4S6U7L47n9FFFWrGoLplNTe_BJ0yHDvmiDmal5oVsKaiO-rgXIrxUMM9avuTAMy5beNlpXYo7tMkPZI4Q/s1600/IMG_0705.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlGZeYtp74RInsQ_2ljg5WwUD5WfmUbCj5qTfEXEvceb-djF0BZmCEKtv4BV4S6U7L47n9FFFWrGoLplNTe_BJ0yHDvmiDmal5oVsKaiO-rgXIrxUMM9avuTAMy5beNlpXYo7tMkPZI4Q/s400/IMG_0705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503585120371682338" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWygRCiKbyvxhSgoHTt1R0KVWv8YEgZaNsMNo4EN5nsCnVOp4svaoCUbUHlkY4ytfxEnUL9kH0wsK9v6zYpw-QqAUV08IO5JJezQplg98-2uJkW7XJ5RW8OsJpj3pfQz53xO4memOxWeM/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWygRCiKbyvxhSgoHTt1R0KVWv8YEgZaNsMNo4EN5nsCnVOp4svaoCUbUHlkY4ytfxEnUL9kH0wsK9v6zYpw-QqAUV08IO5JJezQplg98-2uJkW7XJ5RW8OsJpj3pfQz53xO4memOxWeM/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503585108706744978" /></a>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-21766905847356845182010-05-15T13:23:00.000-07:002010-05-15T13:28:20.180-07:00I Laughed So Hard at This!! ....had to post for others to enjoy;)<object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SF-j_RTk2qs&hl=en_US&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SF-j_RTk2qs&hl=en_US&fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-87937353383467132612010-04-30T13:22:00.000-07:002010-04-30T13:56:11.256-07:00So Long Insecurity...Part 1=)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3iJOfCQMxMnd6DPWIqhi0xxbwGEKSFQUwHbSNjJQxeXm8eLEyUpbXuRJR33lDTSXL0GePfnYgLpdRLkdOY9rFv3f8r3FOA08fqm0nw9Gm1m9fG-MBrFqke7g3_Bn6ijqXJmFqlr4BIY/s1600/SLI+book+cover.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx3iJOfCQMxMnd6DPWIqhi0xxbwGEKSFQUwHbSNjJQxeXm8eLEyUpbXuRJR33lDTSXL0GePfnYgLpdRLkdOY9rFv3f8r3FOA08fqm0nw9Gm1m9fG-MBrFqke7g3_Bn6ijqXJmFqlr4BIY/s400/SLI+book+cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466035728317524434" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">I've started reading Beth Moore's book "So Long Insecurity" and it is amazing! I'm only a couple chapters in, but Beth wastes no time in "telling it like it is." I have a feeling that this is going to be the first of many posts that develop from this book.</div><br />First of all, let me say that I am EXTREMELY PASSIONATE about seeing a generation of STRONG, SECURE women raised up!! Nothing gets me more "fired up" then to see a young woman so wrapped up in her insecurities that she is either 1) On the fast track to nowhere or 2) On the fast track to the wrong place.<br /><br />Now I know that I have been very blessed in my life... I was raised by amazing Christian parents who constantly built security in me. They told me all the time that I was beautiful...that I was valuable...that I was worth something...and that I could do anything I put my mind to. The sky was the limit! I believed them.<br /><br />The foundation was built from birth, thanks to my Mom and Dad, that allowed my security to be built upon the Rock. Yes, of course I had my moments in high school where I was covered in zits and wearing braces and that didn't feel too sure of myself... but we're talking foundations here.<br /><br />I didn't chronically date, but I wasn't single long either;) I married my best friend shortly after my 21st birthday. We moved into a beautiful home and now we have a perfect daughter who is almost 9 months old. Some may say that I have had it easy and it's no wonder why I don't battle insecurity like some women do. And I agree...I have had it easy. But that's not the point! The point is Jesus has loved me and saved me and allowed me to lay everything at His feet so that I can build my everything on Him!<div><br />Back to Beth Moore... Here is an amazing quote from her book that expresses my feelings perfectly:<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"How could I need anything else in this world beyond what I already have? Lord, have mercy. What more could a woman want? As a matter of fact, I'd like to tell you exactly what more this woman could want- and not just for herself. I want some soul-deep security drawn from a source that never runs dry and never disparages us for requiring it. We need a place we can go when as much as we loathe it, we are needy and hysterical. I don't know about you, but I need someone who will love me when I hate myself. And yes, someone who will love me again and again until I kiss terrestrial sod good-bye."</span><br /><br />That's what I want too, Beth!<br /><br />We can always go deeper... He always wants to take us higher...</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-10144248521370819292010-04-28T07:19:00.000-07:002010-04-28T07:23:19.462-07:00HE NEVER LETS GO!"Stuff" happens when you are living life on this earth... this song has really been encouraging me today!<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death<br />Your perfect love is casting out fear<br />And even when I’m caught in the middle of the storms of this life<br />I won’t turn back<br />I know You are near<br /><br />And I will fear no evil<br />For my God is with me<br />And if my God is with me<br />Whom then shall I fear?<br />Whom then shall I fear?<br /><br />Chorus:<br />Oh no, You never let go<br />Through the calm and through the storm<br />Oh no, You never let go<br />In every high and every low<br />Oh no, You never let go<br />Lord, You never let go of me<br /><br />And I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on<br />A glorious light beyond all compare<br />And there will be an end to these troubles<br />But until that day comes<br />We’ll live to know You here on the earth<br /><br />Chorus:<br /><br />Yes, I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on<br />And there will be an end to these troubles <br />But until that day comes<br />Still I will praise You, still I will praise You<br /><br />Chorus: (2x’s)</span><br /><br />-Matt Redman "You Never Let Go"Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-90701956333311730312010-04-13T14:55:00.000-07:002010-04-13T16:10:04.225-07:00God and GrassSince we moved into our new house in August of 2008, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00000000;">we </span>(scratch that) Eric has been working very hard to get some "weedless grass" growing in our yard. There wasn't much yard at all when we moved in and so he has seeded multiple times with multiple types of seed and done other stuff (I don't know what). Overall, there has been little success... I must say too that this has been the issue of many arguments because he has spent A LOT of time and money on various grass projects. <div><br /></div><div>I happen to really, really not care about the grass as long as it as cut and green!! I was overjoyed when some weeds started to grow in our yard, because I don't care if it is cut grass or cut weeds as long as it is cut and green in the summer! I have argued with Eric so many times about the waste of money that it is to try and have a golf course-like yard, but I continue to surrender the battles and just write it off as "a guy thing." (Seriously, grass has been my whole "submissive wife" test!) </div><div><br /></div><div>The most recent development was that Eric hired a guy to come out and spray a "pre-emergent" (spelling?) on our yard which would basically kill everything that wasn't grass (a.k.a. everything). This way he could start from scratch (again) and re-seed once the weeds were dead. I was not happy!! First of all, this all sounds expensive....Second, we're going into Spring and all the lawns in our neighborhood are starting to green up again. I DON'T WANT TO BE THE ONLY BROWN YARD! I DON'T CARE IF IT IS JUST WEEDS!</div><div><br /></div><div>I caved.... Because the Bible tells wives to submit to their husbands.... </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJuxJDCfONKDTIiNfBZxe0HjV7lpN9mV321tH15VKjmZyWJ9UYFwVZjc_iMMZZLgRuY-ZiXHDyqaP4CvYzYqyHovqP0vLv-U9rULYIfUULk9FstNSNXMqIvVmKJ9uVAK7T6lPmq06t1o/s1600/IMG_0292.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpJuxJDCfONKDTIiNfBZxe0HjV7lpN9mV321tH15VKjmZyWJ9UYFwVZjc_iMMZZLgRuY-ZiXHDyqaP4CvYzYqyHovqP0vLv-U9rULYIfUULk9FstNSNXMqIvVmKJ9uVAK7T6lPmq06t1o/s400/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459754165795446690" /></a></div><div><i>(This is going somewhere...)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Recently I have realized that while I didn't see the bigger picture at the time, Eric was right and I think this is going to work! Yes our yard is entirely brown, but there is fresh growth of real grass peeking through everywhere!! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUdv6zuOD-zynjD8ECA4Ghh06XFpvA8OfKV4yetxGsc_HRSq7dQc5GolPAzeJQPp17CYmFfRWPpnqCfUwQOfKP8D_y_6ATbanM4B6B-ckdTZ2P5CBd6-vuDBi_6iRKOYx0ehjlaaOFeE/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTUdv6zuOD-zynjD8ECA4Ghh06XFpvA8OfKV4yetxGsc_HRSq7dQc5GolPAzeJQPp17CYmFfRWPpnqCfUwQOfKP8D_y_6ATbanM4B6B-ckdTZ2P5CBd6-vuDBi_6iRKOYx0ehjlaaOFeE/s400/IMG_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459754186491951314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlRap7QJOiq8EvMTsjGO3v0OkH9zhXAq723QbUQ9W-nDEbRz5AngI32I4QJEl377pJzzn_LiPxXLIjhRF-nsKiizBKZlH6G_QrSlmFr3DFVAmsuEMtNyNnpb84ENe0n0wp4C9jmpGUyI/s1600/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBlRap7QJOiq8EvMTsjGO3v0OkH9zhXAq723QbUQ9W-nDEbRz5AngI32I4QJEl377pJzzn_LiPxXLIjhRF-nsKiizBKZlH6G_QrSlmFr3DFVAmsuEMtNyNnpb84ENe0n0wp4C9jmpGUyI/s400/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459754176781883554" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><i>(And this is where it goes somewhere...)</i></div><div><br /></div><div>Over the past few days, God has used my yard as a picture of how He wants to work in our lives. Just like I have been willing to settle for weeds in my yard, so many times we are willing to settle in our lives. We settle for second best... settle for partial healing/deliverance... settle for kind of holy and almost righteous... Why? Because we still want to fit in...we don't want to seem weird...we don't want to be the one yard with brown grass when everyone else's is turning green.</div><div><br /></div><div>God wants so much more for us if we will just die to ourselves 100%! He wants us to be extreme and be willing to kill off everything that is of us in order to allow Him to bring <i><b>His</b></i><b><i> growth</i></b>. The best part? God is not going to leave us with dead yards...He makes all things new!</div><div><br /></div><div>My prayer is for God to kill my yard even more! I don't want to settle for a green yard of weeds... I want real grass:)</div><div><br /></div><div>And if my husband reads this.... you were right. I was wrong;)</div><div><br /></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">He who was seated on the throne said, "I am making everything new!" Then he said, "Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true." Revelation 21:5</span></i></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-10366312811560231702010-04-09T11:53:00.000-07:002010-04-09T12:01:55.207-07:00Contending for the title of "Superwoman"This weekend I am keeping my 5 month old niece, Julia, while my bro-in-law and sis-in-law are out of town. I picked up Julia (also know as Jules, Ju-Ju and Ju-wa) this morning (Fri) and I will be passing her off to her other Aunt on Monday. So far it's going really well! Julia and Addi are both happy babies, so I am hoping for the best! The little cousins are so cute together=) I will update later...<div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQZAJlMP_NKfi3inzFt1wlj5jhWo_AjNDktoYsoCqxcvFpu4T3SEuU8bkmnkldZz7ZglHBPjuNZzpLdKXhyGev_IgDg6dnycIKXY7vWZ3HsYjtpF1fiEBSXI-bOqCUjXDKzvBuf9lZPc/s1600/IMG_0214.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijQZAJlMP_NKfi3inzFt1wlj5jhWo_AjNDktoYsoCqxcvFpu4T3SEuU8bkmnkldZz7ZglHBPjuNZzpLdKXhyGev_IgDg6dnycIKXY7vWZ3HsYjtpF1fiEBSXI-bOqCUjXDKzvBuf9lZPc/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458214402654565154" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_KNC1CB_YlXF-eGjv1JvKTR2PJGrRWhvnG_L3IuOVY4GHsnXCv_brNYPNWw9gk7ABeKviTfb7s49uPgQ9ahxDqhOC_zhs24Y7iiUCql1Zi1S8tpIshKbqNaBqMtHmkRceWvFNXuMpqU/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil_KNC1CB_YlXF-eGjv1JvKTR2PJGrRWhvnG_L3IuOVY4GHsnXCv_brNYPNWw9gk7ABeKviTfb7s49uPgQ9ahxDqhOC_zhs24Y7iiUCql1Zi1S8tpIshKbqNaBqMtHmkRceWvFNXuMpqU/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458214399167507122" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qO_Wd3ojirbRfFUu_MAxZNSIt6kbQWI3NjB8L77ifoNfvZsNE1hRxH6pUXU5sREVxSaOdQsvPz45mUcOO4QuVTqmJYC5UdXmnBQHCYvRj2YCTlhbVH91w2vt6d9KmFg-hs-IuLUvqSw/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_qO_Wd3ojirbRfFUu_MAxZNSIt6kbQWI3NjB8L77ifoNfvZsNE1hRxH6pUXU5sREVxSaOdQsvPz45mUcOO4QuVTqmJYC5UdXmnBQHCYvRj2YCTlhbVH91w2vt6d9KmFg-hs-IuLUvqSw/s400/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458214392703498994" /></a></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-51053157835869395322010-03-22T06:05:00.001-07:002010-03-22T06:24:44.677-07:00Biblical ConfessionsTo those of you who think it's funny that I haven't blogged in a few weeks and then now I have blogged twice in 24 hours: yup, thats just how I roll sometimes.<div><br /></div><div>This morning I was reading my Bible and searching the internet for some good verses and Biblical Confession sheets. I have been asked to share with the 5th and 6th grade girls at our church this upcoming week about "What I know now that I wish I knew at your age, or that I learned at your age." I have been thinking/praying about this for a few weeks now and feel like I want to talk to the girls about security and Spiritual identity. I believe that one of the most important things that girls need to grasp at an early age is the concept of who they are in Jesus: strong, beautiful, smart, secure, powerful, overcomers, worth something!!! Throughout their lives, they will be continually bombarded with people who try to tell them that they are less than who God says they are and they must know how to fight back! When I was young and then through college, I had a number of Biblical Confession sheets that I was supposed to look in the mirror and say! Things like: "I AM MORE THAN A CONQUERER IN CHRIST JESUS" or "JESUS SEES ME AS HOLY AND BEAUTIFUL!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Well after "googling" confession sheets I found one that had been put up by Joyce Meyer and I love it! I think it's great to know that we are not alone in some of our trivial thoughts as women. I mean, one of Joyce Meyer's confession's is "I have a beautiful wedding ring." Anyways, hope you enjoy as much as I did...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; "><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><b>List of Confessions by Joyce Meyer</b></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; "></span></i></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><i><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>I love all people, and I am loved by all people.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I prosper in everything I put my hand to. I have prosperity in all areas of my life – spiritually, financially, mentally, and socially.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> All my children have lots of Christian friends, and God has set aside a Christian wife or husband for each of them.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> All my household are blessed in their deeds: we’re blessed when we come in and when we go out.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I take good care of my body. I eat right, I look good, I feel good, and I weigh what God wants me to weigh.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I operate in all the gifts of the Holy Spirit, which are tongues and interpretation of tongues, the working of miracles, discerning of spirits, the word of faith, the word of knowledge, the word of wisdom, healings, and prophecy.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I know God’s voice, and I always obey what He tells me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> The love of God has been shed abroad in my heart by the Holy Ghost.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I do all my work excellently and with great prudence – making the most of all of my time.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am creative because the Holy Spirit lives in me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I love to pray. I love to praise and worship God.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress. I will speak forth the righteousness of God all the day long.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I have humbled myself, and God has exalted me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am a giver. It is more blessed to give than to receive. I love to give! I have plenty of money to give away all the time.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I cast all my care on the Lord for He cares for me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I don’t give the devil a foothold in my life. I resist the devil, and he has to flee from me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I don’t have a spirit of fear, but of power and love and a sound mind.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am not afraid of the faces of man. I am not afraid of the anger of man.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am a new creature in Christ: old things have passed away, behold, all things are new.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I have died and have been raised with Christ and am now seated in heavenly places.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am dead to sin and alive unto righteousness.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am a doer of the Word. I meditate on the Word all the day long.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>I am not passive about anything, but I deal with all things in my life immediately.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I do not judge my sisters and brothers in Christ Jesus after the flesh. I am a spiritual man and am judged by no one.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I take every thought captive unto the obedience of Jesus Christ, casting down every imagination, and every high and lofty thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am a responsible person. I enjoy responsibility, and I rise to every responsibility in Jesus.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I have been set free. I am free to love, to worship, to trust with no fear of rejection or of being hurt.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I have compassion and understanding for all people.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I catch the devil in all of his deceitful lies. I cast them down and choose rather to believe the Word of God.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am Anointed by God for ministry. Alleluia!</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> Work is good. I enjoy work. Glory!</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I have a teachable spirit.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I do not think more highly of myself than I ought to in the flesh.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> Pain cannot successfully come against my body because Jesus bore all my pain.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>I am a teacher of the Word.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I lay hands on the sick, and they recover.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I do what I say I will do, and I get where I am going on time.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I don’t hurry and rush; I do one thing at a time.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> God opens my mouth, and no man can shut it. God shuts my mouth, and no man can open it.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> The law of kindness is in my tongue. Gentleness is in my touch. Mercy and compassion is in my hearing.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoFooter"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he; therefore, all of my thoughts are positive.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I do not allow the devil to use my spirit as a garbage dump by meditating on negative things that he offers me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am a believer not a doubter.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> No weapon that is formed against me shall prosper, but every tongue that rises against me in judgement, I shall show to be in the wrong.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am slow to speak, quick to hear, and slow to anger.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I cast out devils and demons; nothing deadly can hurt me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I never bind a sister or brother with the words of my mouth.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am always a positive encouragement. I edify and build up; I never tear down or destroy.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I will cry to God most high Who performs on my behalf and rewards me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> My son (name) has a sweet personality, and he is not rebellious.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I don’t speak negative things.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> My children love to pray and study the Word. They openly and boldly praise God.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i>My children make right choices according to the Word of God.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am an obedient wife, and no rebellion operates in me.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> My husband is wise. He is the king and priest of our home. He makes Godly decisions.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I use my time wisely. All of my prayer and study time is wisely spent.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I walk in the spirit all of the time.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> My car is paid for.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am rich – very rich.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I love to bless people and spread the Gospel.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I am an intercessor.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I receive speaking engagements in person, by phone, and/or by mail every day.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> My daughter (name) operates in Godly wisdom and discipline, and she is full of energy.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I have a finished basement.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I have a beautiful wedding ring.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> We have all the new furniture we need. We have a new car.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I never get tired or grow weary when I study the Word, pray, minister, or praise God; but I am alert and full of energy. And as I study, I become more alert and more energized.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I will to study the Word of God. I will to pray.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> My husband can see perfectly. By the stripes of Jesus, he is healed.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I do not hate or walk in unforgiveness.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><i> I do not fear. I am not guilty.</i></span></span></p></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><i></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"></span><p></p></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-40282118169554278622010-03-21T16:48:00.000-07:002010-03-21T17:05:25.750-07:00College Student Moments vs. Adult MomentsSo Eric and I like to make jokes about having "adult moments" and "college student moments"...<div><br /></div><div>Since we got married and had a baby so young, there are definitely times that we feel like it is all just playing grown up as we walk through the day to day challenges of work, baby, bills, etc. At times though, we resort back to the college days.=)<div><div><br /></div><div>Now to any college students who may read this, I do not at all intend to belittle anything you do or make it seem easy. Instead, I'm saying enjoy every minute!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Nine times out of ten we play the adult role fairly well. Eric comes home from work and I have a crock pot meal waiting on the table. There is always a vegetable with every meal because, um hello, adults eat their veggies!! Addisyn sits in the high chair with us and I push my apron out of the way as I prance across the kitchen to refill Eric's glass. Eric usually leads us in a family devotion and then looks at me and says "Darling, How was your day?" ...and then of course he listens intently. After dinner, I do the dishes as he fills me in on things at work. Once Addisyn is bathed and in bed, we retire to our bedroom, put on our matching flannel pajamas and read for a few minutes before kissing each other good night and going to bed early. (This is slightly exaggerated...the only true part is that I do make dinner, we do eat as a family, and we usually have veggies)</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, tonight, we are having an all out college student night!! Partly because I'm sick and not feeling up to much. We just ran out to blockbuster and came back with 2 movies, a pizza, coke, candy, and popcorn!! No joke! (There was some kinda "movie package" at blockbuster that had the drinks, candy, and popcorn.) Eric's putting Addisyn to bed and then we're going to skip eating at the table and instead chow down on the couch as we watch a movie!!</div><div><br /></div><div>The point of all this? There really isn't one... Except to say, enjoy life...enjoy every moment...enjoy your spouse. Spend time together without expectations of what "adults" do. Eric and I love to have fun together! He's my best friend! </div></div></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-43885134438511203922010-02-17T18:26:00.001-08:002010-02-17T18:28:55.267-08:00No Clever TitleI really want to write a clever title and fill this blog with cute new pictures of Addi and maybe talk about mine and Eric's Valentines Date (which was wonderful)...but i'm not! I'm pooped...haven't been able to find time for blogging....didn't get home from work till 8:45 tonight...<div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah and Addisyn got her shots yesterday and has two teeth coming in...a.k.a. fussy! That's all... stay tuned=)</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-49776956124296091642010-02-11T15:14:00.000-08:002010-02-12T17:59:26.530-08:00HAPPY 6 MONTH BIRTHDAY, ADDISYN!Wednesday, February 10th, was Addisyn's 6 month Birthday! <div><br /></div><div>Addi... Happy 1/2 year Bday, Baby! You are so precious to me and Daddy and we love you more than you will ever know!!</div><div><br /></div><div>At 6 months you are:</div><div><br /></div><div>Rolling over both ways, but not putting it together that once you flip yourself one way you can roll back over. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sleeping through the night (11-12 hrs) most of the time;)</div><div><br /></div><div>Not much of a napper...you are way to busy, but Mommy is convinced that we will have nap time!</div><div><br /></div><div>Formula fed and starting on some baby food. So far you aren't a fan of bananas=)</div><div><br /></div><div>Approx. 17lbs...haven't been to the 6 mo appt. yet</div><div><br /></div><div>Sitting up and playing with toys...no longer content to lay on your back like a "little baby"!</div><div><br /></div><div>Grabbing EVERYTHING AND PUTTING IT IN YOUR MOUTH!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Loving the exersaucer</div><div><br /></div><div>Watching TV and paying attention to it more than most 3 year olds i've seen!!...you watch TV with your mouth hanging open like your Daddy;)</div><div><br /></div><div>You love our dogs, Georgia and Jake, and you chew on them too if they will stand still long enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>You are the joy of my life, Addisyn Faith!!! I love you!!</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-58174655702394344842010-01-31T05:42:00.000-08:002010-01-31T05:59:31.583-08:00Snow Day!I was so happy to get to see some white stuff this winter! ...And extremely thankful that I was well enough to enjoy it. Eric and I were talking yesterday about last winter's snow. I was barely pregnant with Addisyn and soooo sick! Eric almost took me to the emergency room b/c Greenville OB was closed and I could barely even walk! Definitely thankful that's behind us...<div><br /></div><div>This year, our sweet baby girl is here, and she was able to see her first snow!! She didn't quite know what to think about the snow, but she HATED getting bundled up! </div><div><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizkCAkiGlJNiGsAYoHG7mN5GK4AfqPcjY29EKspw4cx1g_TyikBCyVnltvRbat0UKPiCgVhvsrSU6v2HOtPjp4wCPmjkG_UjS4PYnOo-PjpzyshwKiZDnPo0SC8IivlJgQ2-j7CZzOl64/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizkCAkiGlJNiGsAYoHG7mN5GK4AfqPcjY29EKspw4cx1g_TyikBCyVnltvRbat0UKPiCgVhvsrSU6v2HOtPjp4wCPmjkG_UjS4PYnOo-PjpzyshwKiZDnPo0SC8IivlJgQ2-j7CZzOl64/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432900349187274354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">We took her down some extreme hills on this skim board!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyrkTSXxDuvPyc2hMwnMv5-MbYSFWc3oonPuKb4mG_DCB6DyrEaRiw91j9IZjVpW78WhyphenhyphenLDENoUtfYcz1ffFuFmxNzRu-cNcZ7YjWbEaf2AWD8ZD_DpcH97VoIRPh_-ZKj18GAQj28qA/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyrkTSXxDuvPyc2hMwnMv5-MbYSFWc3oonPuKb4mG_DCB6DyrEaRiw91j9IZjVpW78WhyphenhyphenLDENoUtfYcz1ffFuFmxNzRu-cNcZ7YjWbEaf2AWD8ZD_DpcH97VoIRPh_-ZKj18GAQj28qA/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432900369391826098" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvgOTvfNiU59d3STGTQTq-PIdPLE5jjEQoQYIX7hROv-pPIsIONdBoXog5kNmV3ZGMiJx60wjkhQYWaD9A_bxhcuxP69GUj3eY8l9uX25sxomJOc6scJVWFdJnawB3YfZm60-LVuNqA8/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxvgOTvfNiU59d3STGTQTq-PIdPLE5jjEQoQYIX7hROv-pPIsIONdBoXog5kNmV3ZGMiJx60wjkhQYWaD9A_bxhcuxP69GUj3eY8l9uX25sxomJOc6scJVWFdJnawB3YfZm60-LVuNqA8/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432900361743150882" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsT571q_VCanbBgsddtrclEPZlvWs0-K337pRrHse5HjV1acMreWvQr0MX3bYLnnDFMX_MoQH4nbtEurUF_vd2TsIrQ1MxpsqeoofXgvit0bBg2EoJbbcF7mrILsr2WznZtw8WncjI6s/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnsT571q_VCanbBgsddtrclEPZlvWs0-K337pRrHse5HjV1acMreWvQr0MX3bYLnnDFMX_MoQH4nbtEurUF_vd2TsIrQ1MxpsqeoofXgvit0bBg2EoJbbcF7mrILsr2WznZtw8WncjI6s/s400/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432900359174237330" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Don't ask about the ski glasses...i'm not sure...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgJ4gZSJ_gMDr2sIH67wLgZ5PClW7J8r_SW7GRLq1Zim0vArodkyuvCDi-665WIGVGPuCxyBL4kpdZpQ6oZ3Aj6IjqnyENNp-tS1ucMtQNvpAXCSqp96pBZhVPzgsspMfij0kBQYXZAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmgJ4gZSJ_gMDr2sIH67wLgZ5PClW7J8r_SW7GRLq1Zim0vArodkyuvCDi-665WIGVGPuCxyBL4kpdZpQ6oZ3Aj6IjqnyENNp-tS1ucMtQNvpAXCSqp96pBZhVPzgsspMfij0kBQYXZAQ/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432900352704916946" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-C0fqH7yrDHg56GblI_iEyisKEyUiUya4dufMENw00pFFouFinikC770IB6y5lNLe6iuDwPXBhCPwszR0Tzl3sYofGI8E3Sib-X5usnIaJdDTPn_ounOrZgHHIlb6FVdZ8SCcOxRj9Q/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-C0fqH7yrDHg56GblI_iEyisKEyUiUya4dufMENw00pFFouFinikC770IB6y5lNLe6iuDwPXBhCPwszR0Tzl3sYofGI8E3Sib-X5usnIaJdDTPn_ounOrZgHHIlb6FVdZ8SCcOxRj9Q/s400/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432902344726546882" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXAaFNNC1yStDax4tMFP5rIVsTVJ_dSCk8mQKRFHzpSREixWkk_omm8tkwrQJCKG5VxvstJD6Qvl9051HsiNu3ZXkuryAIbxRou3Kjnarwnq8ZHHaemA-iO9RRRbjvxKC-Wez8jjaMH0/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpXAaFNNC1yStDax4tMFP5rIVsTVJ_dSCk8mQKRFHzpSREixWkk_omm8tkwrQJCKG5VxvstJD6Qvl9051HsiNu3ZXkuryAIbxRou3Kjnarwnq8ZHHaemA-iO9RRRbjvxKC-Wez8jjaMH0/s400/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432902339620549714" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Later that night when we were warm and dry inside...I told Eric it's him and his "mini me"...I think she looks just like him! :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNzc4zzy2nvXMpADGZBp4HKuuGKPcOL862dvcSytVIfF6qwSOsj9B6T6OuyiJlbMehpUv1LmoG01Y_5w1jmRBYSDDQV2BbENlf0TkwL8ErnYqqdSHr_JapAXYVKdUL8Pcl-RYa0-zXHE/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNzc4zzy2nvXMpADGZBp4HKuuGKPcOL862dvcSytVIfF6qwSOsj9B6T6OuyiJlbMehpUv1LmoG01Y_5w1jmRBYSDDQV2BbENlf0TkwL8ErnYqqdSHr_JapAXYVKdUL8Pcl-RYa0-zXHE/s400/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432902351430421090" /></a></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-16069077972550197682010-01-28T19:09:00.000-08:002010-01-28T19:33:17.540-08:00My man is "the man!"Today has been a looong day. Addisyn has been sick, therefore fussy... no need to elaborate further. <div><br /></div><div>By the time Eric got home from work I was just barely holding it together so he didn't have to come home to a wife meltdown. But frankly, I had been caring for Addi's every need all day and I just wanted someone to take care of me! (Selfish and unrealistic, maybe...but thats just where I was at). There was no dinner on the table, because my child would shriek if I set her down and it would then escalate to the point of vomiting...yes, i'm serious. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once Addi was in bed, I started to think about food and realized that I wanted french toast! For those who may be wondering...yes that is a weird craving, no i'm not pregnant. I just wanted some french toast, but I intended to starve before I dirtied up the kitchen at 8:30 pm after the day I'd had!! Eric was watching tv and I asked him in my most pitiful, sweet, sexy, irresistible voice "Baby, will you make me some french toast?"....his response? "No. I don't know how."</div><div><br /></div><div>Rabbit trail from my story.... How is it that men "forget" how to do a lot of things after they get married? I'm just saying, there are a lot of things that my husband "can't" do now that i'm pretty sure I saw him do back when he was single! Anyways...</div><div><br /></div><div>I stopped caring about what he was watching on tv and decided I was going to take a bubble bath and then go to bed. I loooove baths! It relaxes me so much and I am able to leave a ton of stress in my tub:) When I got out of the tub, I smelled something AMAZING and then went out and found before my very eyes, a table set for two with FRENCH TOAST!!! ...and a husband that was very proud of himself! I got teary eyed, I was sooo blessed! </div><div><br /></div><div>I, of course, asked him how he knew how to make french toast all the sudden..."I looked in the recipe book" (mental note...the whole "I don't know how" thing really is an act sometimes). Anyways, we ate french toast for dinner at 10:00 at night and talked about how we were going to get fat if we kept doing this...but it was fun! </div><div><br /></div><div>Eric also cleaned up! He is amazing and I love him so much! </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah...and he made a point of the fact that he unloaded the dishwasher too....my response "Thanks babe, but don't push it with the bragging thing!" LOL;)</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-31247476324368839592010-01-28T06:31:00.000-08:002010-01-28T07:02:43.417-08:00Sick WeekAddisyn has been pretty sick this week, so other than me going to work yesterday (and her going to Grandma's) we haven't really done much. It's been kinda nice!<div><br /></div><div>I took her to the doctor on Monday and she has an ear infection in her left ear and she's got the most brutal cough!!! Fortunately, the dr. said it didn't sound like pneumonia...which apparently she had seen a lot of lately. (I'd be freaking out if it was!)</div><div><br /></div><div>So I've been spoiling my sick girl this week=) We've been watching a lot of tv in Mommy's bed. I swear, this child LOVES some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Handy Manny. She watches it constantly like she's 5 yrs old instead of 5 months! ...And most naps have either been in Mommy's arms or in the swing (mainly b/c she doesn't sleep well laid flat with the cough and ear infection). </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not gonna lie, it's not been easy b/c she's really fussy, but i'm making it! </div><div>Feel better soon Baby!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAaWinAHgCgcPWnpaM7tho82IuTfr7JXfYsgSnLQhLqYXaysA0_wOeEkPwo4DIOIXKR2ytD1McZM7gwcy9Ih8ijFCu5YEkb_VmfCXDvZOtV-sROy7Sh6ASX8Y9a93F12Msz_as_urdps/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDAaWinAHgCgcPWnpaM7tho82IuTfr7JXfYsgSnLQhLqYXaysA0_wOeEkPwo4DIOIXKR2ytD1McZM7gwcy9Ih8ijFCu5YEkb_VmfCXDvZOtV-sROy7Sh6ASX8Y9a93F12Msz_as_urdps/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431805139668738146" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpXZVQ76fAv8arUqBBwvXCtkCcr0Gtg035oLHc22mpVnbrY2V9BgMN69Z35wcJ4si5ASZP3b-SQXNd_UHIqHOD4l20ULbQ-2b1g8a7tq1O_qNSKkitzOy94gT_LkOIQOKUYcImYlUd70/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQpXZVQ76fAv8arUqBBwvXCtkCcr0Gtg035oLHc22mpVnbrY2V9BgMN69Z35wcJ4si5ASZP3b-SQXNd_UHIqHOD4l20ULbQ-2b1g8a7tq1O_qNSKkitzOy94gT_LkOIQOKUYcImYlUd70/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431805129911086626" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NGsywCk6sNon81iGQi6hFJV1WeKOI-p-hHPzJ5oD9P98bPzsyKpyn_NZm3BLYm19J2cWakW3iNpC85WUUWgsktisx1GbmUAqseggQ-Usc5Jx1NYtgOvAWVlvpi13BahtWommpVP4O5g/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NGsywCk6sNon81iGQi6hFJV1WeKOI-p-hHPzJ5oD9P98bPzsyKpyn_NZm3BLYm19J2cWakW3iNpC85WUUWgsktisx1GbmUAqseggQ-Usc5Jx1NYtgOvAWVlvpi13BahtWommpVP4O5g/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431805126294167138" /></a><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">^This pic was mid-cough!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMYgD_kCnaopDZ7Si84ggdKOYObvcLzFG6-5GbdBgsOFjO2_3eWdoG6vz2YRtETMTMqNaxw_cE00wBcWUOgeFmatyizJxKw4TplReJknv-TGE-un5EE9_bxmO5TuJ_tWtLNTV7xwDR2ok/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMYgD_kCnaopDZ7Si84ggdKOYObvcLzFG6-5GbdBgsOFjO2_3eWdoG6vz2YRtETMTMqNaxw_cE00wBcWUOgeFmatyizJxKw4TplReJknv-TGE-un5EE9_bxmO5TuJ_tWtLNTV7xwDR2ok/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431805115318416386" /></a></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-17877986722346580322010-01-26T05:51:00.000-08:002010-01-26T07:00:43.867-08:00"On Love and Respect"...probably the first of manySo Eric and I, along with some friends, are reading a book by Dr. Emerson Eggerichs called "Love and Respect". The book is about the woman's primary need to feel loved and men's primary need to feel respected. We have pretty much only read the intro so far, but I think it's going to be great!<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAYi1Y_7FPH90jZixUcYu4MEjSuag1SxpYKkrvryj2OwdSGJ36EcjENYGVZ3uj6s91TQN362GWFuCvVN1ryEJ9ibV8LQjrkwJpArH1y9E_MywWoiOE1-CW9GiYMDCWHW6x_0c1_XY-XY/s1600-h/0978159145187_500X500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAYi1Y_7FPH90jZixUcYu4MEjSuag1SxpYKkrvryj2OwdSGJ36EcjENYGVZ3uj6s91TQN362GWFuCvVN1ryEJ9ibV8LQjrkwJpArH1y9E_MywWoiOE1-CW9GiYMDCWHW6x_0c1_XY-XY/s400/0978159145187_500X500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431063197558712930" /></a><br /></div><div>The men like this book because it doesn't always assume that the men are wrong in most marriage situations...but to be honest, I like it for that reason too! Instead of reading a book that generally just focuses on my needs as a woman, and then spending my time thinking about how my husband doesn't meet those needs, its much better to know where I fall short so I can ask God to change me to be a better wife! </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, that's the back story... so lately I've been praying a lot about my marriage! Asking God to show me the areas where I "take over" and don't properly honor my husband as the head of the household. I've also been asking God to teach me how to react in those times when I don't feel loved in the way that I would like. </div><div><br /></div><div>During church last sunday we sang "The Desert Song" which I love!!!....great chorus, verses, everything! The part that stuck out for me, though, was when we sing <i>"Break my heart for what breaks Yours, Everything I am for Your kingdom's cause, SHOW ME HOW TO LOVE LIKE YOU HAVE LOVED ME." </i>I was thinking about those words and just began to ask God to show me how to love my husband as Jesus has loved me (and of course, following with the theme of the book to be able to show love to my husband through respect). </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, since then, God has really made this statement real to me and basically shown me that If I really want to love like He loves me I have no ground for any fussing, complaining, pity parties at all when it comes to my husband! Jesus was nailed to a cross because of His love for me! He made the ultimate sacrifice and since then there are MANY MANY MANY times when I have treated Him wrongly!! How can I even begin to compare anything to that?!? So I began to ask Jesus to "conform me into His image" and show me how to love my husband (and others) on that kind of a level! A level that is willing to love with everything...not based on results, and even in fact, assuming results that you won't like! If I commit to love my husband as Jesus has loved me then I am to love even when all I receive in return is a bad attitude, etc. I mean, I can't even wrap my mind around the fact that Jesus was nailed to a cross for me and then many times a day I turn around and basically slap him in the face with thoughts, actions, and words that I have that are not glorifying to God. Jesus, continue to show me how to love like you have loved me!</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. ...my husband is an amazing guy and I love him sooo much! I don't want this to sound like "OMG my man has issues!" Love you E!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipN_bnQhmz7Kw_fw5ooCY1lzwJwZFjp7luVjgnkGnmtUzVUiJNM2xy7elbGMEhRmttf3FQXdXkwPBQmiJFEL-A472yYGWrhDzfRnMzgM1F67v4oO1ydPXmTunrg0VQ-zXOeauFpumbcuw/s1600-h/n508550942_1057742_3733.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 336px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipN_bnQhmz7Kw_fw5ooCY1lzwJwZFjp7luVjgnkGnmtUzVUiJNM2xy7elbGMEhRmttf3FQXdXkwPBQmiJFEL-A472yYGWrhDzfRnMzgM1F67v4oO1ydPXmTunrg0VQ-zXOeauFpumbcuw/s400/n508550942_1057742_3733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431063205973844322" /></a>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-25245033639652374992010-01-23T05:49:00.000-08:002010-01-23T06:39:24.089-08:00I have found the $1,000,000 secret!!Since I have become a mom (and also many times before) I have wondered to myself....how do people do it? By "it" I mean, care for a child, keep the house clean, and control the piles of dirty clothes/sheets/towels that over take the laundry room, etc? Oh yeah, and work part time...and other stuff...<div><br /></div><div>I've spent a while now in this constant state of "overwhelmedness"... you like that word don't ya? Definition? "Overwhelmedness"- a state of feeling overwhelmed a lot! I love something that my sister-in-law said last week, <i>"When you have a 3 year old, you don't have time to clean up after them...and when you have a baby you don't have time to clean up after yourself."</i> So true! Many times I wondered how my house gets so messy when its usually just me here? Here's how: if Addisyn will relax for 5 minutes in the exersaucer then I have a second to make myself a bowl of soup and a sandwich for lunch.... BUT then she'll probably blow out a poop in her pants and "ta-da" the dishes are either left on the counter or thrown in the sink to take care of that... and it starts!</div><div><br /></div><div>(<i>Pause the writing of this post to put Addi down for a nap)</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>So anyways, this week I have found the key to keeping everything under control...</div><div><br /></div><div>ARE YOU READY!?!?</div><div><br /></div><div>Here goes...</div><div><br /></div><div>Don't rest! ...EVER! Don't be deceived into thinking you get "me time." You don't. If I am not constantly doing some sort of cooking, cleaning, laundry, diaper changing, dog feeding task then I get behind. When is my time to rest? Most nights I am able to rest from 10:30pm-1:00am, 1:30am - 5am, 6am- 7am (Addi has had a cold so she hasnt been sleeping well). I know that this is all said sarcastically but I'm pretty much serious! That's how it seems! Every moment that I am in my house there is something that needs to be done! </div><div><br /></div><div>So back to overwhelmedness... this week I was rocking Addisyn before bed and I just started crying. I cried out to God and my prayer was very simple... "God, i'm weary"... Now tired is a physical state, but weary is physical, spiritual, mental and emotional exhaustion. I immediately heard the still, small voice of my creator "Come to me, all who are weary and heavy-laden and I will give you rest!" Now as I mentioned before, the kind of rest where you put in a movie, take a bubble bath and then nap if you want to is not so practical anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div>So the point of my ramblings is this... I am constantly in a state of "doing" as a wife and mom. But my prayer is that MY SPIRIT WOULD BE AT REST. God is revealing his love to me in such an awesome way right now and even though I may go to bed "tired" I am being refreshed everyday by an amazing God who always meets us where we're at! </div><div><br /></div><div>Practically how does this work for me? Playing worship music! Meditating on "tidbits" from the word! Spending time praying during the day. I mean, you can be thanking God for His goodness while you're taking a shower or changing a diaper! Most importantly by not letting the devil discourage me! By changing my mentality to "be at rest" in the midst of my busyness I find that in the midst of the mundane I find joy!!!</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-54708725056217269932010-01-14T17:57:00.000-08:002010-01-14T18:00:44.362-08:00I DON'T CARE!!!!Just a quick vent... my husband is obsessed with Skip Holtz leaving ECU to go to USF! I'm so sick of hearing about it!!! I don't want to discuss it any further or be forced to "read" anymore articles about it! I was sad for about a minute that his "era" has come to an end but now i'm over it! That's all...<div><br /></div><div>P.S. Even as I write this Eric is looking over my shoulder telling me to put that "maybe Bobby Bowden's son will come coach for us" ....grrrr</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-58600491720157503732010-01-06T18:08:00.000-08:002010-01-06T18:28:44.723-08:00Addisyn's First Christmas<div style="text-align: center;"><i>...PICTURES AS PROMISED=)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Such a little cutie pie! ...and so photogenic=)</div><div><span></span><b><br /></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYDDxxkCLoW9MedOeihv4jKF98Mg4zL_7Ge1nbL9fs1cgBa8XoROrJ2jVwh4vHdJIosV0TyFgCMqeTvyWspIUuzgSvyZE-tMdUj3PEsUf1287jeQCFptOuxaRZBBeq6bJB6xkeR09pOA/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDYDDxxkCLoW9MedOeihv4jKF98Mg4zL_7Ge1nbL9fs1cgBa8XoROrJ2jVwh4vHdJIosV0TyFgCMqeTvyWspIUuzgSvyZE-tMdUj3PEsUf1287jeQCFptOuxaRZBBeq6bJB6xkeR09pOA/s400/IMG_1233.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423816692795018306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Addi in her bumbo seat watching Pop Pop and cousin Livi!</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuLlWDJbTXVuBmoGefqt6tqVaZwzir8XVCzGTi4vjCH6gXpEx6l6idz3j1VLoCGxxIOFJvPOYA4Sx9uyW1uutC4oKnPPkXbdVXY3kdTK4xzcMjM327M6VjVfvQOcuRGAskTc_ewCvFiw/s1600-h/IMG_1278.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwuLlWDJbTXVuBmoGefqt6tqVaZwzir8XVCzGTi4vjCH6gXpEx6l6idz3j1VLoCGxxIOFJvPOYA4Sx9uyW1uutC4oKnPPkXbdVXY3kdTK4xzcMjM327M6VjVfvQOcuRGAskTc_ewCvFiw/s400/IMG_1278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423816687441400322" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">"Santa" (aka Pop Pop and Grandma Nae) brought her a baby doll cradle and highchair</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUcVYAVPY1AsNQhoECmrBALFH3yL87tQLhIjkhFpkDc7fOQDz1GtfuiMi9sOJfxJi0PuqV5bbhCqNzCS87VYKCtolUuQl9Rc4m6IKB1Lr3aj7eWaGXa0tVzlhu4NRszwK0tKqt1Wrml64/s1600-h/IMG_1300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUcVYAVPY1AsNQhoECmrBALFH3yL87tQLhIjkhFpkDc7fOQDz1GtfuiMi9sOJfxJi0PuqV5bbhCqNzCS87VYKCtolUuQl9Rc4m6IKB1Lr3aj7eWaGXa0tVzlhu4NRszwK0tKqt1Wrml64/s400/IMG_1300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423816682322416706" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And, yes, she got a present that was bigger than she was ....it was an exersaucer and she loves it!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLUbqRTznl5FRvprZnptNh6rekmSjzwfZvFUghjH0QYSSISfbWXxrnvb6ZkVmWTHiLBErDAMg_V4Ng8i48L0HeqPRpFb_gcJEqiWu5FeXU_YWPC2Ies_77Ew8tBnZFNJ2yVyvfYjtmmM/s1600-h/IMG_1281.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLUbqRTznl5FRvprZnptNh6rekmSjzwfZvFUghjH0QYSSISfbWXxrnvb6ZkVmWTHiLBErDAMg_V4Ng8i48L0HeqPRpFb_gcJEqiWu5FeXU_YWPC2Ies_77Ew8tBnZFNJ2yVyvfYjtmmM/s400/IMG_1281.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423816677024343858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Addisyn and Great-Grandma Steinmetz on Christmas morning</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1vl7PR_V3YUamfLW77rIQNt2d53T2k8rNImcVLvc7tcgjbIwn-_MRz62lR5xvu7VVTE5SYO3a7i84rMi2xVkkajQIyeU_7qzNpdEYIDcrVLmS-swI5ljAdAZ4yemoj9fRs_HrhpexvU/s1600-h/IMG_1267.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht1vl7PR_V3YUamfLW77rIQNt2d53T2k8rNImcVLvc7tcgjbIwn-_MRz62lR5xvu7VVTE5SYO3a7i84rMi2xVkkajQIyeU_7qzNpdEYIDcrVLmS-swI5ljAdAZ4yemoj9fRs_HrhpexvU/s400/IMG_1267.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423816671960065874" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Daddy bought her a Pirates jersey to wear for the bowl game...Arrrggghh!!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRvpC5MXaU0fAbfCM91me6XAdxE6QzdkDozfAFXNK1H_umq4gKY2kOnvLi73h8f8zCeW_PE8VAdA3yYHJIKNWK6EHPnLWtsMZ3IFpL03rwQpqdcrSvz5tyx4UyUvJlR8YMqk-xn8qEiQ/s1600-h/IMG_1264.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRvpC5MXaU0fAbfCM91me6XAdxE6QzdkDozfAFXNK1H_umq4gKY2kOnvLi73h8f8zCeW_PE8VAdA3yYHJIKNWK6EHPnLWtsMZ3IFpL03rwQpqdcrSvz5tyx4UyUvJlR8YMqk-xn8qEiQ/s400/IMG_1264.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423815407042703362" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Addi got lots of teddy bears... and a little baby doll! </div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMlAtk4tUkVHuS56FlqmfZoTva1-0NT4yx2OaRdItTr6pWvx_lazudCp7Ljh_nfFfBzFUBNuqIeqdW3yUSXDfVhMnwRyfYenWr6XLFf9M1SNVl5xd5PwCbRaotrQsFmfzipc7CHmYTcU/s1600-h/IMG_1263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMlAtk4tUkVHuS56FlqmfZoTva1-0NT4yx2OaRdItTr6pWvx_lazudCp7Ljh_nfFfBzFUBNuqIeqdW3yUSXDfVhMnwRyfYenWr6XLFf9M1SNVl5xd5PwCbRaotrQsFmfzipc7CHmYTcU/s400/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423815403497843074" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aren't these Christmas jammies precious?!?</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2ehzItglhrmvKBZM8_dUCmrSM3qumu7MMryVrNXvsfTocBrrUqRJq-BkYvJ3lGv6M2VXsh2e8fF6LVghLuQHC0sK2bEBcUXjISr_X9G6TBNuKB9Wl9ebSyojQByWjwBuB9PchXOHxoE/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2ehzItglhrmvKBZM8_dUCmrSM3qumu7MMryVrNXvsfTocBrrUqRJq-BkYvJ3lGv6M2VXsh2e8fF6LVghLuQHC0sK2bEBcUXjISr_X9G6TBNuKB9Wl9ebSyojQByWjwBuB9PchXOHxoE/s400/IMG_1254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423815393934366066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFJP-yLzUSIMrYON7scsvLrEqHerUqu2-Q09eJkVJYb-9MUovi9KB8AOnxnxN3Ci1ayEssObA539Fd9lW7IN5-iIVbREe0d2ahT2RiC52fWTN4vC_Brrv2lNBo_dMIKFbIw6UNykrX68/s1600-h/IMG_1252.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdFJP-yLzUSIMrYON7scsvLrEqHerUqu2-Q09eJkVJYb-9MUovi9KB8AOnxnxN3Ci1ayEssObA539Fd9lW7IN5-iIVbREe0d2ahT2RiC52fWTN4vC_Brrv2lNBo_dMIKFbIw6UNykrX68/s400/IMG_1252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423815380343533922" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me and my girl on the Sunday before Christmas. She is wearing my dress</div><div style="text-align: center;"> that I wore my first Christmas!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVPQgcc96cqHn1Olca7kTG-oTWtz3exMFw77RptEUbefVbYQoB9JKvlVb7KdhnUG1Lpj1PbJVSe3Jo7B6QokD92ssUq3qlnKi4f8sc4IRrEtvEZC2JvFsIK4HZUv1VAHf1BW4lH1xTvI/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhVPQgcc96cqHn1Olca7kTG-oTWtz3exMFw77RptEUbefVbYQoB9JKvlVb7KdhnUG1Lpj1PbJVSe3Jo7B6QokD92ssUq3qlnKi4f8sc4IRrEtvEZC2JvFsIK4HZUv1VAHf1BW4lH1xTvI/s400/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423815376531420226" /></a><br /></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-83963535005556550922010-01-06T11:30:00.000-08:002010-01-06T11:49:34.436-08:00Alright...here's for an update...So to all of you who think i'm falling off the face of the blog earth... you may be a little bit right! I love blogging but it's just kinda gotten pushed to the bottom of my priority list behind holiday preparation/recovery, working, being a wife and mommy, etc. I know that many of you do way more than me and still blog about it all....kudos to you;) Needless to say, my blog posts may or may not be more scarce, but that just means it will be so much more of a joy to read after you have to wait for one! LOL! (If you haven't noticed I like to act like more than 3 people read my blog)<div><br /></div><div>I'm blogging today because i'm sick (UGH!) and in bed with nothing to do. My amazing husband packed up Addi and took her with him to the dealership so that I could rest, since I barely got 4 hours of sleep last night! </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, our trip to Florida ended up being fun! It was a LOOONNNGGG drive, but an adventure nonetheless. We did Christmas with Eric's family and I got the cutest COACH boots! Eric, Addi and I got a day out to shop and we went to the HUGEST mall I have ever been to in Tampa. Lets be honest, most of the stores I didn't even step into because I knew I couldn't afford one sock from Louis Vuitton, Gucci or Burberry;) But, hey, I did stock up on new undies @ Victoria's Secret and browsed bags at Coach (my favorite place ever)! </div><div><br /></div><div>All in all we had a great Christmas! Addisyn got enough stuff to fill up my whole house, but I guess thats the way it should be. I mean seriously though...she won't need to celebrate another birthday or Christmas until she's 3! I was really excited because she was much more involved than I thought she would be. She loved to watch everyone open their presents and she sampled each and every gift bag or piece of tissue paper to see which ones were the tastiest! I have about a million pictures of Addi's first Christmas but my camera is in the diaper bag which, as I previously mentioned is with my Super Husband at the dealership. =) Pics to come later...</div><div><br /></div><div>I must say, I did have the lamest New Year's Eve, though. I went to bed! At like 10:30! But you know what?!? The ball dropping is really not that fascinating and it was still 2010 when I woke up the next morning and I felt rested! </div><div><br /></div><div>Speaking of 2010...i'm believing that it's going to be a wonderful year! 2009 showed me a whole new side of God and His faithfulness! I walked through the sickest three months of my life when I was pregnant with Addisyn, but came out on the other side stronger and with the most precious gift of all! My baby girl has blessed mine and Eric's life more than I could've ever imagined! I'm thankful for my husband's health and that God sustained us (and is continuing to sustain us) through the battle with his pain. I'm thankful that my parents both celebrated their 50th birthdays and their 25th wedding anniversary! I'm thankful that God gave us favor in the car business this year and that we still have our doors opened at Feyer Ford and Mercury and Feyer Ford Lincoln Mercury! God's goodness has been so humbling in 2009...I can't even imagine what 2010 has to offer! My prayer for this year? ..."Just a closer walk with Thee..."</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-35016558435628821922009-12-31T10:00:00.000-08:002009-12-31T10:05:33.316-08:00We have arrivedSo I would love to fill this post with lots of wit and pictures but to be honest, i'm too freaking tired! The drive was loooooonnng!! Addisyn did amazing! Thank you Jesus! But, thanks to traffic, we left at 9am and did not get here till after midnight! (We were supposed to be here by 9 ish) Plus the morning we left I had been up @ 6 with Addi and finishing packing! Then when we got here, Addisyn was so keyed up that she didn't go to bed till almost 2, woke up at 5, then woke up again at 8pm. Needless to say, im tired...hopefully today will be somewhat restful. (And I probably won't be making it till midnight to welcome the new year! <div><br /></div><div>Anyways, Happy New Year everyone! Many blessings in 2010! The worst is over, the best is yet to come...</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-91773103409333150242009-12-29T18:42:00.000-08:002009-12-29T18:49:51.375-08:00The Maiden Voyage of the Feyer Mobile (aka the Sequel to Meet the Fockers, R.V. and the National Lampoons Christmas Vacation)So tomorrow morning me, Eric, Addi, Eric's parents, his sister and her boyfriend Houston are loading up in his parents humongous motor home and making the trek to Tampa, Florida!!! It's going to take us approximately 12 hours and i'm so freaking nervous! I'm just going to go ahead and say that if Addisyn decides to scream the whole way I may be throwing back a few Miller Lite's with the rest of the clan;) We're going to meet Eric's grandparents and aunts/uncles/cousins down there to do Christmas and it should be a lot of fun!! But like I said before...I'll breath a sigh of relief when we arrive=) <div><br /></div><div>Allison is constantly harassing me about being a blog slacker lately so i'm going to attempt to blog about our trip. Like I said... it should be interesting! More to come...stay tuned...</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-4776391668757000562009-11-19T04:25:00.000-08:002009-11-19T04:44:03.104-08:00Highlights from last week!So I have to make this post quick b/c the day is starting and i've got places to go and people to see...<div><br /></div><div>Two big events happened last week! </div><div><br /></div><div>1) Addisyn was dedicated to Jesus last Sunday! It was an amazing time when Eric and I were able to commit her life to Jesus, realizing that she is His and not ours, and publicly ask God (and the church) for help in raising her to be a young woman after His heart. It was awesome! Also, we were very thankful to get to dedicate Addi along with the Dameron family and Lilyana. Allison and I had been wanting to dedicate the girls together from the very beginning of our pregnancies and so this was kinda one of those "Thank ya Jesus we made it" moments!</div><div><br /></div><div>2) I had a new niece born! Julia Lane Feyer (born to Eric's brother Chad and his wife Amy) was born on 11/12/09 and she weighed 8lbs 7oz! I got to be there at the hospital for her birth, which was really special, since I was also there for Olivia's birth (my other niece). When Olivia was born Eric and I were only dating, so it was cool to be at Julia's birth now that Eric and I are married and have our own baby girl! Plus it's so fun that Addi and Julia are going to be so close in age! Isn't the picture of Eric, Chad and the girls cute?!!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg683yH4l0efF2scLNCsevskS-yTIehOvl71YA35IKEG8sYBVqWMncaswEXlhJrAB2HYoVd27R3KuUmPnwmGA1Zi-KV7EqMLqqmi9pqiFZyM_4A6pLWDzfoQD8zyO-PDPAsRm4RnbGpig/s1600/IMG_1117.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg683yH4l0efF2scLNCsevskS-yTIehOvl71YA35IKEG8sYBVqWMncaswEXlhJrAB2HYoVd27R3KuUmPnwmGA1Zi-KV7EqMLqqmi9pqiFZyM_4A6pLWDzfoQD8zyO-PDPAsRm4RnbGpig/s400/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405791563911330498" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkfxI03f_awxKru3KKxG5-8TOoiItiZQQ9p_gBDG4xOF43Mz9OzCe8sl6pj_gd1C4GRz_TP-UU95gd0cg0YZDk4LRpqcrvRCmwG0Js9didVOv-fC-Tp-h0ySy3vq6sh4cp1Dz8y3SDrs/s1600/IMG_1125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWkfxI03f_awxKru3KKxG5-8TOoiItiZQQ9p_gBDG4xOF43Mz9OzCe8sl6pj_gd1C4GRz_TP-UU95gd0cg0YZDk4LRpqcrvRCmwG0Js9didVOv-fC-Tp-h0ySy3vq6sh4cp1Dz8y3SDrs/s400/IMG_1125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405790473960762626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILkaTKhzlsNRzpKr98WLOta3MySC19GKcc-nQT-onZdm4SGnaxPi4lociwU1EI3QSayMtJ2LIrDeQNyLIshJjLSskolv_8oBGRyi1Qb9QqlN-E50qHCogbSbEgseF1Mm4IVKJerOn-Vc/s1600/IMG_1115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhILkaTKhzlsNRzpKr98WLOta3MySC19GKcc-nQT-onZdm4SGnaxPi4lociwU1EI3QSayMtJ2LIrDeQNyLIshJjLSskolv_8oBGRyi1Qb9QqlN-E50qHCogbSbEgseF1Mm4IVKJerOn-Vc/s400/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405790466109121330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLdTvBHqTYtA_-3PNlnwtr1QdNCQC7ENo4Lrefd1zTmx130denTWaJrAKs1fbGs6Qdmx6oJYaWvEB3XhXqjlUIGtiv1NZNPhbrha8e3tWsFpyrgRYhDuXKWY84upSKRFIc8A2kHWxKFI/s1600/IMG_1093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLdTvBHqTYtA_-3PNlnwtr1QdNCQC7ENo4Lrefd1zTmx130denTWaJrAKs1fbGs6Qdmx6oJYaWvEB3XhXqjlUIGtiv1NZNPhbrha8e3tWsFpyrgRYhDuXKWY84upSKRFIc8A2kHWxKFI/s400/IMG_1093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405790460794915650" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZa_oNpEyo3ilmjJ09e2_VSrlyfMPsgkqvYGygBld8Kg8_8h_0Uedr5wrH9a9UpRBfm9BZ1SbAkpEQEBXF0vdunJhpPnYZYp9mSnOMlT8s_AK6AB_0WjjgbgPvd-P97q8bw5Q6D3lWTo/s1600/IMG_1082.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaZa_oNpEyo3ilmjJ09e2_VSrlyfMPsgkqvYGygBld8Kg8_8h_0Uedr5wrH9a9UpRBfm9BZ1SbAkpEQEBXF0vdunJhpPnYZYp9mSnOMlT8s_AK6AB_0WjjgbgPvd-P97q8bw5Q6D3lWTo/s400/IMG_1082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405790454848664642" /></a><br /></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-20570626723519700482009-11-18T07:44:00.000-08:002009-11-18T08:20:23.197-08:00What an amazing God we serve!So, <a href="http://www.damerongirlz.blogspot.com/">Allison</a> and I talk about blogging pretty often and one thing we agree on is that we would like our blogs to be practical and real, but also with a little spiritual revelation. Basically, some posts are just about nonsense, but every now and then we both like to throw in a lil nugget of truth. <div><br /></div><div>Now, let me tell ya...the "nuggets of truth" do not come around as often as I may like. =) With being a stay at home mom and working two days a week, it is much easier to blog about poop blow outs, drama at work, or Addisyn's latest milestone than a "blog worthy" spiritual thought.</div><div><br /></div><div>In my quiet time lately I have been eating up some Romans, though. Romans is one of those books that we LOOOOVVEE when we first get saved, but it's also great to revisit frequently because it is full of so much of the "meat" of salvation and our Christian life!</div><div><br /></div><div>(**PAUSE**...give Addisyn the paci)</div><div><br /></div><div>(**PAUSE AGAIN**...get Addi out of the swing and lay her on the floor in front of the TV...is it bad that my 3 month old watches TV?!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways... I came across this verse "<i>What if some did not have faith? Will their lack of faith nullify God's faithfulness? Not at all!..." Romans 3:3-4 </i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>I love this verse!!! I mean, I really really really try to live a lifestyle of faith. I CHOOSE to believe that God is bigger and is always in control in ALL situations. But sometimes, when the rubber meets the road, you do wonder if your faith is just all talk! When we sat in the doctors office and were told that Eric may have cancer, my mind ran wild! My mouth was saying "God knows the plans for our lives and He is in control" but, my mind was going "I can't do this...I'm too young for this...What if become a widow at 23?...What if Eric and I aren't guaranteed a lifetime together?...What if he isn't here to walk Addisyn down the aisle at her wedding or sit next to me at her highschool graduation?" I mean, I'm just being honest...those were my "dark moment" thoughts. </div><div><br /></div><div>I remember calling Allison and saying "I talk about having faith, but now I don't know if I can really do it...this is hard!" But the beauty of it all is that God's faithfulness was not phased by my doubts and lack of faith!</div><div><br /></div><div>And you know what? We made it! God was so faithful and we ended up with a good report for Eric!! I love the fact that God doesn't need me! God's faithfulness doesn't rely on my faith...His strength does not rely on my being strong! He is strong when I am weak!!! What an amazing God we serve!</div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-23730373484419428882009-11-05T05:23:00.000-08:002009-11-05T06:00:22.057-08:00" I know the plans that I have for You"So Tuesday at 11 was Eric's appointment... They told us to be there no later than 10:30am! Well, trying to get from our house to Duke by 10:30, with an infant, was not something I was looking forward to. Our day started at about 6:15. Avoiding the full story of the rushing, stress, etc....let's just say we made it. <div><br /></div><div>First of all, I need to make mention of the fact that Duke Medical Center is insane! It's on a whole 'nother level as far as hospitals go. That place had like 14 parking decks, 40 million elevators, too many different floors and wings, but they had it so well laid out (with excellent signs and maps) that you never felt lost or disoriented. We were walking around with our mouths hanging open like tourists....it was impressive!</div><div><br /></div><div>Eric was sent to the Morris Cancer Clinic to see Dr. Shalini Ramasunder. It was kinda discouraging to be sent to the Cancer ward, but we just tried to ignore it. Once we got in there though, it was a hard fact to ignore. The place was huge!! (Probably 75 people in the waiting room!) And everywhere you looked people looked downcast, many women were walking around with scarfs on there heads and sunken eyes from a recent chemo treatment. It was a very heavy atmosphere. I was glad that I had Addisyn because she kinda was a bright spot for everyone in there. I almost cried though when one woman came up to me and said "Tell me you aren't here for her...tell me she's healthy and doesn't have cancer." Intense stuff...</div><div><br /></div><div>So after almost two hours of waiting (not easy with a 3 month old)...we got in to see the doctor. Now, Eric and I had developed a picture in our mind of what we thought Dr. Ramasunder would be like. Our opinion included her probably being a nerd and more than likely not speaking English. We were wrong. She spoke English probably better than I do and she was not a nerd at all! She was super down to earth and even kept us laughing. All I could think to myself was "she should be on Grey's Anatomy because she's super cute and funny, but I bet she is a beast of a surgeon" (I mean, you don't get to be an orthopaedic surgeon at Duke without being amazing).</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, she felt Eric's foot and looked at the MRI and "deliberated" with her residents that she was training (again, very Grey's Anatomyish). When she came back into the room, she told us that she couldn't feel a distinct mass in his foot. Usually if it's a synovial sarcoma (cancer) she can feel the tumor. Also after looking at the MRI, she didn't think it looked like a sarcoma either. (I know that doesn't sound very convincing, but she gave a lot more reasons I just can't remember them.) </div><div><br /></div><div>So the good news is that it doesn't look like Eric's tumor is cancer! Praise God! Instead, she says its a type of vascular tumor called a hemangioma, which is basically a clump of blood vessels in a place where they shouldn't be, surrounded by a layer of fat. This was her diagnosis, but she is also going to consult with the radiology team at Duke and let us know for sure in the next few days. The other good news is that she doesn't think she needs to operate (or more like she doesn't think she CAN operate...so much for her career on Grey's). She said that in order for her to be able to take out the mass, she would need to know what she was taking out. If she opened up his foot, she said that the hemangioma, because it is just blood vessels, would look very much like everything else in his foot. She doesn't want Eric to have to go through major foot surgery if she isn't sure that she can take out the mass (and if it's not malignant...she doesn't feel the urgency either). </div><div><br /></div><div>I think that's great for right now because surgery on the bottom of your foot is a HUGE deal to recover from. Eric is pleased and relieved but also a little bummed because he's still in a lot of pain. Once were done with the cancer/surgery drama of it all...he will be seeing another doctor for options on how to manage the pain.</div><div><br /></div><div>All in all...I am so thankful! God is so amazing. When you sit in a doctor's office at 23 years old and they tell you that it's a possibility that your husband may have cancer...it's not a fun feeling. I don't even need to write all the things that went through my mind...i'm sure anyone can guess. But I worked hard to fight the devil and take those thoughts captive! And to constantly stand on the fact that my God is big and His plans for my life are for welfare and not for calamity!! Thank you Jesus for seeing us through! </div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-6031821047656561432009-11-01T18:03:00.000-08:002009-11-01T19:21:11.118-08:00He is still on the throne!Okay, so I just finished my post about my sweets problem=)<div><br /></div><div>But there is something else on my mind... </div><div><br /></div><div>For as long as I can remember, Eric has had foot pain. He's not a complainer, so other than a mention of it here or there we didn't really pay much attention to it. We both wrote it off as him being out of shape, wearing the wrong shoes and maybe even an old sports injury. It had been "diagnosed" as plantar fasciitis...so we just assumed that was it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then in the past few months, he started having pain in his hip and lower back... And it got worse. A few times he would fall out of bed in the morning because his entire left leg would be numb! This was not cool.</div><div><br /></div><div>He started out going to a chiropractor, since the back pain was the most annoying. The chiropractor took x-rays and told him that two of his vertebrae at the bottom of his spine were touching and pinching his sciatic nerve. Eric got many many adjustments there, but the pain didn't really go away. </div><div><br /></div><div>I encouraged him to go to a basic family doctor for a physical, and so he could download about his pain and get a fresh perspective. He went to the doctor and Eric was told again that his foot problem sounded like basic fasciitis, but since he'd been having foot pain for so long (8ish years) the doctor wanted him to see a podiatrist ("foot doctor") for confirmation. </div><div><br /></div><div>The podiatrist took some x-rays of his foot and immediately ruled out fasciitis since the longest case he's ever heard of lasted only about 15 months. The x-rays immediately showed some sort of weird "bone growth" type thing on his heel bone. Nothing to be concerned about...they can do a quick and easy surgery to fix it, no problem. But the doctor did think it was weird that it was causing him so much pain because these types of things rarely do.... so he ordered an MRI for a better look. And then Eric was called back for another MRI a few days later.</div><div><br /></div><div>I went with Eric to the follow up appointment to get the results of the MRI. Why was I there? Because I wanted to make sure that we would be able to schedule this "simple" surgery at a good time that would work well around my petty schedule. The news we received was not quite what we planned.</div><div><br /></div><div>The doctor said that the "irony" of it was that the thing they originally saw on the x-ray was nothing, but that there is a "soft tissue mass with blood flow to it" on the bottom of Eric's foot. He showed us the tumor on the MRI and I immediately began to hate that white blob. The doctor told us about 6 different possibilities of what it could be. In my limited medical understanding (which consists of what i've learned from Grey's Anatomy), I just heard "cancer or not cancer."</div><div><br /></div><div>Blah Blah Blah...the doctor talked some more and the long and short of it is that Eric has now been referred to Duke to see an orthopedic oncologist. I was so thankful and appreciative for our doctors humility in telling us that Eric needed to see the "best" for this kind of tumor and he wasn't it. </div><div><br /></div><div>So that's about all we know right now. Tuesday at 11 am is Eric's appointment at Duke. Surgery is in the near future we are told...and it doesn't sound like an easy surgery! And then of course there will be biopsies and so on and so forth.</div><div><br /></div><div>So anyways...Yes, it stresses me out! Yes, I get scared! I'm not sure how i'm going to take care of my husband after major foot surgery. I don't know how we're going to handle trips back and forth to Duke with Addisyn. I don't know what will happen, if we do find out it's cancer...but I can't worry about that! I have to focus on God's promises to me that are yes and amen! He will never leave me...He works all things together for our good! He loves me, my husband and my child more than I will ever be able to comprehend!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"When my anxious thoughts multiply within me, Your consolations delight my soul." Ps. 94:19 </i></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3483657235959883703.post-28711364268337591502009-11-01T17:34:00.000-08:002009-11-01T18:00:46.772-08:00Step One is Admitting You Have a ProblemOkay, starting off, this is completely unrelated to my post but my husband is watching Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on Cartoon Network as I type this...he's got weird taste in TV sometimes.<div><br /></div><div>Moving on...</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a problem. A major problem. A sugar problem!!!! I'm not talking about the occasional "oh I need chocolate because i'm a woman" problem... I'm talking about the CONSTANT craving of cookies, brownies, ice cream, candy, cookie dough, and a combination of all!!! (yum) Seriously, I took a spoon to some cookie dough this morning at 7am! Also, sometimes I decide to just skip lunch and help myself to a sundae from sonic instead...out of control! I blame it on nursing, but I think i've just gotten my taste buds addicted to sugar!</div><div><br /></div><div>My problem recently is due to 2 factors I've decided:</div><div><br /></div><div>1) <b>I'm an adult now.</b> I do the grocery shopping. I buy too many sweets if they look good to me. I eat ice cream for lunch instead of a balanced meal. Oh mother, how I wish you were here to grocery shop for "healthy snacks" like carrot sticks and dried apricots! Oh self control, please take the place of my mother when it comes to my diet!</div><div><br /></div><div>2) <b>This dang Halloween!</b> I mean you have to buy "Treats" for the trick or treaters...enough said.</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyways, i've got to do something to change. I mean the cravings are crazy and I don't feel good with all the sugar...</div><div><br /></div><div>Which leads me to my second (although related) topic... I need to get in better shape and hopefully lose a few pounds. Now, I'm gonna go ahead and say it, If you are thinking "Oh my gosh Anne Michelle you're already so skinny, I hate you!" or "Your baby weight just dropped off, I hate you" or "You have it so easy, I hate you!" then just stop reading.</div><div><br /></div><div>Those are comments that I get a lot and just to clear things up: 1) No, I do not think I am fat 2) No, i'm not anorexic 3) No, I'm not fishing for a compliment. </div><div><br /></div><div>I just think that my sugar problem is a smaller component of an overall snacking problem...And every girl no matter if she's 100 lbs or 200 lbs has an "ideal" weight where she feels great...and I feel like i'm a few pounds heavier than that ideal weight. </div><div><br /></div><div>My plan is quite simple now really...take time for a lil exercise and quit the snacking! I eat out of bordem and it's a terrible habit! </div><div><br /></div><div>That's about it I guess... I wish I could leave you with some pictures, but i'm too lazy to go get my camera and upload them (so much for motivation to exercise)! </div><div><br /></div>Anne Michelle Feyerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08693493022618251568noreply@blogger.com4