tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36449400590065637152011-05-03T19:01:45.123-07:00This is a blog containing some of the many things I am thankful for...Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-76956234821395239352008-12-24T12:04:00.000-08:002008-12-24T12:07:33.952-08:0017. Christmas!<br />18. Wrapping presents on my bed, now cluttered with "junk!"<br />19. Decorating the tree with fairy-ish decor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-7695623482139523935?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-18110917362226491052008-12-23T21:10:00.000-08:002008-12-24T12:05:19.544-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SVHE5ssZ7fI/AAAAAAAAANE/TkgiIqS3h-s/s1600-h/152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283220333411298802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SVHE5ssZ7fI/AAAAAAAAANE/TkgiIqS3h-s/s320/152.JPG" border="0" /></a>16. Nearing Christmas, we should all turn our minds away from the ribbons, paper, gifts, and food, and turn them to the real meaning of Christmas. THE COMING OF OUR LORD, AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST. For this, Lord, we are most grateful.<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-1811091736222649105?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-9822097253869137952008-12-23T20:59:00.000-08:002008-12-23T21:10:27.993-08:008.Christmas shopping with the family<br />9. Eating a McDonald's burger and fries<br />10. The sounds of a peaceful, quiet house (only when Josh is in bed!!)<br />11. The big, flurries of freezing snow falling freely from the sky<br />12. Doggy kisses! ( And, I don't mean candy!! )<br />13. Reading Christmas cards from good friends and family<br />14. Sipping Nestle's Hot Chocolate out of a mug<br />15. Singing carols at church<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-982209725386913795?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-74218361494037988072008-12-22T20:30:00.000-08:002008-12-23T20:59:14.390-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SVBp6VTZxAI/AAAAAAAAALw/CaFvOsknCu4/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282838813777445890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SVBp6VTZxAI/AAAAAAAAALw/CaFvOsknCu4/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /></a> 7. I'm happy that I could FINALLY switch my earrings! Josh wanted me to put in the ones that he bought me for my birthday, cute little strawberries, so I did.<br />I got my ears pierced for my birthday in March, but alas, the day before I was to put the "fun" ones in, I got a lousy infection. I was really faithful cleaning them every day, so when the people at Claire's told me that I might be one of the few people that could never wear earrings, I was crushed. I felt like I was being stabbed in the heart forty million times ten.<br /><br />**********************************************************************************<br /><br />On Halloween, after everything was healed, we went up to the Claire's in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Escanaba</span>. ( The local Claire's closed for some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">unapparent</span> reason.) So, I got my ears pierced again. I gritted my teeth, and looked straight ahead as the lady aimed the gun at first my right ear, and then my left. Finally, it was over! The piercer person asked, " I bet it hurts less this time, right?"<br />I nodded my head up and down twice. To tell the truth it hurt more!<br /><br /><br />**********************************************************************************<br /><br />Five days later I felt my ears begin to ache. The piercer person, Danielle, gave me some plastic backs to put on, since you can't be allergic to plastic. ( She seemed to know a lot more than my first piercer, Kimmy. ) So, Mom was messing around trying to slip the backs on which was next to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">impossible</span>. To make matters worse, she had just put <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">neosporin</span> on which made it quite slippery. It hurt REALLY, <span style="font-size:180%;">REALLY</span><span style="font-size:100%;">, bad. Mom found in her old stash of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">jewelry</span> some easier backs to put on. It helped a lot with the plastic backs.</span><br /><p><span style="font-size:100%;">**********************************************************************************</span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">To simplify all of this, the plastic backs worked miracles on my ears, and now a beaming girl from Michigan is telling you all of this, and is warning you to WEAR PLASTIC BACKS!</p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-7421836149403798807?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-39920852233232920342008-12-19T07:01:00.001-08:002008-12-19T07:08:31.090-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SUu4GmzJTUI/AAAAAAAAALo/h9Uo0hD_7mE/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281517411655830850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SUu4GmzJTUI/AAAAAAAAALo/h9Uo0hD_7mE/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></a> 6. Josh, Evan, and Dane - the boys were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">goofin</span>' off that day, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">havin</span>' a good time together<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-3992085223323292034?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-54563706503497329842008-12-19T06:57:00.000-08:002008-12-19T07:01:24.093-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SUu2vHLRLjI/AAAAAAAAALg/32MbDu0ZIgA/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281515908518456882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SUu2vHLRLjI/AAAAAAAAALg/32MbDu0ZIgA/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /></a>5. I'm also thankful for Meaghan. She's an awesome cousin/friend!<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-5456370650349732984?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-85694699640453970682008-12-19T06:50:00.000-08:002008-12-19T07:00:58.844-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SUu1g6Z8OqI/AAAAAAAAALY/NfLzIGIbAVc/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281514565060541090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SUu1g6Z8OqI/AAAAAAAAALY/NfLzIGIbAVc/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> 4. I'm thankful for my cousin Randy. He's a LOT of fun! ( I'm not kidding! )<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-8569469964045397068?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-21200651750771878922008-12-10T07:10:00.000-08:002008-12-10T07:25:17.264-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/ST_eev2sB-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/soOaHjyZh4M/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278181908124796898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/ST_eev2sB-I/AAAAAAAAAI4/soOaHjyZh4M/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>3. I'm thankful for getting our Christmas trees on Sunday. We got there just before it snowed! It would have been a nightmare to trudge all the way back in DEEP, COLD snow.</div><br /><div>Bella came with us on this excursion. She walked on the ice that covered the creek like a blanket. As she was running back from the other side, the air-head's feet fell into the dingy, brown water. YUCK!!! Bella's paws were filthy.</div><br /><div>So, that was our bit of excitment for the day!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em>This picture was taken in September. I just decided to put one on of the air-head. Smile.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-2120065175077187892?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-9920345242271478372008-11-28T06:34:00.000-08:002008-12-07T15:49:55.882-08:002.) I'm thankful for my family.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273722176127956258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STAGYLg09SI/AAAAAAAAAIE/su4oYXsuoDQ/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /> I'm glad for such a fun brother<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STAF-3oQoYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/h9klGYMm4oo/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273721741293691266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STAF-3oQoYI/AAAAAAAAAH8/h9klGYMm4oo/s200/030.JPG" border="0" /></a> Um... no comment<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STAFhRhf-4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XSn9zkbEDLw/s1600-h/060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273721232848583554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STAFhRhf-4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/XSn9zkbEDLw/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /></a> This was on Valentine's Day-- Josh was pretending that he had his ears pierced!</div><div>He also decorated the table by himself!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STAEHMKD1_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ngJuRBR428/s1600-h/144.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273719685219866610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STAEHMKD1_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/7ngJuRBR428/s320/144.JPG" border="0" /></a> I'm grateful for my mom and Meaghan<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STADVgIAyAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PI0ni5QgzpM/s1600-h/097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273718831586527234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STADVgIAyAI/AAAAAAAAAHk/PI0ni5QgzpM/s400/097.JPG" border="0" /></a> This was taken on Mother's Day<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STACtqZnEZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D8KL5xOuFP0/s1600-h/145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273718147149926802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STACtqZnEZI/AAAAAAAAAHc/D8KL5xOuFP0/s200/145.JPG" border="0" /></a> I'm glad for such a jovial Dad<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STACFNGh4zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dWUKJLvKtxI/s1600-h/062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273717452090499890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/STACFNGh4zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/dWUKJLvKtxI/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>We had a late Valentine's dinner after Dad got home.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em></em> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-992034524227147837?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-2080167792571185572008-11-28T05:56:00.001-08:002008-12-22T21:07:05.482-08:001.) I'm grateful for my great dog--Bella<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273711020924456050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_8O3JDzHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/buakdZQBjnM/s200/111.JPG" border="0" /> Be careful!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_7VkHKBbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FsWesW0Z32A/s1600-h/100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273710036563658162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_7VkHKBbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FsWesW0Z32A/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Get him!" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mreow</span>! "Good Girl!"<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_60uVa-SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mxAeZwg8PCw/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273709472372160802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_60uVa-SI/AAAAAAAAAG8/mxAeZwg8PCw/s400/074.JPG" border="0" /></a> A force to be reckoned with<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_6Vm41pjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OzWovd1xNk8/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273708937797281330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_6Vm41pjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/OzWovd1xNk8/s400/068.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_51R1poEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q79VMCcFAfc/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273708382390952002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_51R1poEI/AAAAAAAAAGs/q79VMCcFAfc/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /></a> Who took my cheese-head?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_5UTva2RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bE-c7mDrOFY/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273707815966005522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LGIm6PwhUxA/SS_5UTva2RI/AAAAAAAAAGk/bE-c7mDrOFY/s400/036.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love you Bella</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-208016779257118557?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3644940059006563715.post-66313673548979432222008-11-27T21:17:00.000-08:002008-11-27T21:30:16.160-08:00My Endless Gratitude List<br /> ... "come before His presence with thanksgiving"... Psalm 95:2<br /><br /><br /> Today is Thanksgiving Day, so I thought it would be appropriate to start another blog, only this one will be only with things for which I am grateful. <br /> So, do you think you can stick with me for how ever long this blog lives?<br /> I sure hope so. Really I do.<br /> Starting tomorrow, I will begin my list.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3644940059006563715-6631367354897943222?l=hannah-elisabeth.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17064834472098622363noreply@blogger.com2