<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620</id><updated>2012-01-31T01:35:25.993-06:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='winner'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='San Antonio'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='prayers'/><category term='active board'/><category term='mamma mia'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Colorado'/><category term='testing'/><category term='health'/><category term='Anne of Green Gables'/><title type='text'>Life With a Lil' Grace</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-506868414206883367</id><published>2009-12-30T18:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:11:05.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas to Remember</title><content type='html'>We had a great Christmas this year.  For the first time EVER Brad was actually off work for the entire weekend.  It was great to have him home and be able to enjoy time with family without working around his crazy sleep and work schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve we spent time at my mom and dad's opening gifts with my family.  It snowed that day so the kids had a great time playing in the snow.  Then Christmas day we stayed home and opened gifts and gutted Grace's room to make space for her big gift from Santa - a new loft bed.  Santa actually had to get extra help with her gift this year, so he asked my brother, Brandon, to build the bed.  He did a fabulous job!  Grace was thrilled and it looks great.  Then on Saturday we drove to Oklahoma City to spend a few days with Brad's family.  We really enjoyed our time spent with all of our family and the fact that Brad was able to enjoy it all without worrying about work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're home now and I am trying to spend as much time as possible sleeping in and hanging out with the girls.  We all go back to school next Monday so we only have a few days left to soak it all in.  Grace starts basketball soon so I am sure there will be posts to come of her hitting the court.  And Lily will turn 5 in a month.  It's hard to believe that she is already 5 - not a baby any more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/398/50D7CE93932A59B2F13E736209BF0700.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3530822107898559772&amp;amp;site=widget-1c.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107898559772&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p1/3530822107898559772/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3530822107898559772&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p2/3530822107898559772/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3530822107898559772&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-1c.slide.com/p4/3530822107898559772/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-506868414206883367?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/506868414206883367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=506868414206883367' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/506868414206883367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/506868414206883367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-to-remember.html' title='A Christmas to Remember'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-2085787779305835708</id><published>2009-12-23T10:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:23:10.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Randi Ann!</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Randi Ann for the tip on how to get a signature at the bottom of my blog posts! This is cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/398/50D7CE93932A59B2F13E736209BF0700.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-2085787779305835708?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/2085787779305835708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=2085787779305835708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2085787779305835708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2085787779305835708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-randi-ann.html' title='Thanks Randi Ann!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6709661116964156097</id><published>2009-10-31T10:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:18:03.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballet Recital</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Gracie had her first ballet recital last night.  She has been taking lessons for a little over a month now.  I'm not sure if ballet is her thing, though.  On the way home last night she asked, "What's next?  Can I take gymnastics or play soccer?"  I tried to explain to her that she could keep taking dance lessons and she would get even better and have more recitals.  She didn't act interested at all.  So, we'll see . . . this may be the first and last ballet recital that I have to post.  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width:435px; margin-top:6px;'&gt;Try JibJab Sendables® &lt;a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-2738042620307142434?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/2738042620307142434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=2738042620307142434' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2738042620307142434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2738042620307142434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6145100724857989841</id><published>2009-09-26T13:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:42:28.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>September has flown by.  We have been busy with school, soccer practice, ballet lessons, and even a small dose of the flu.  Yet somehow we have managed a few fun outings.  On labor day we were all actually home together (a rare treat for the Rollmann household) so we took the girls to the botanic gardens and then bowling.  It was nice to spend the day together since there are so few times that we actually get to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I took Grace to her first concert.  Keely and I took Gracie and Chloe to see Superchick and Barlow Girl.  It was nice to have a girls' night out.  Made me feel a little old, though, surrounded by screaming teenagers at a concert.  But we had a great time regardless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Lily's first soccer game.  For the first half she stood on the field, just stood there as the ball went by . . . and all of the kids went by . . . she just stood there and watched.  She finally warmed up, though, and began to at least run in the same direction as the other kids.  I'm not sure if she ever actually came in contact with the ball, though.  Apparently that is normal for 3 and 4 year old soccer.  There wasn't a moment of the game that our team didn't have someone crying that they wanted to play or that they were tired and didn't want to play anymore.  And no one seemed to have any idea which way the ball was supposed to go.  It was quite entertaining to watch.  And the big hit were the cookies and juice that they got to have after the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-02.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3386706919813710850&amp;amp;site=widget-02.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919813710850&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p1/3386706919813710850/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3386706919813710850&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p2/3386706919813710850/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3386706919813710850&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-02.slide.com/p4/3386706919813710850/bb_t059_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-6145100724857989841?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/6145100724857989841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=6145100724857989841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6145100724857989841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6145100724857989841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/09/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-173654342060812408</id><published>2009-09-05T19:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:29:40.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMLtc1fx2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/j44LWgzHEos/s1600-h/100_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378155255473096546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMLtc1fx2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/j44LWgzHEos/s320/100_1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMLtOzVrEI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4i_y88YVtxE/s1600-h/100_1183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378155251705949250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMLtOzVrEI/AAAAAAAAAvk/4i_y88YVtxE/s320/100_1183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMKdySYvYI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uYs-L1AILSU/s1600-h/100_1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378153886841879938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMKdySYvYI/AAAAAAAAAvM/uYs-L1AILSU/s320/100_1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378153898801662418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMKee10idI/AAAAAAAAAvU/JlXTVBUBnvM/s320/100_1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378153900837374498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMKembLCiI/AAAAAAAAAvc/TLW3oZ0DtPo/s320/100_1192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids have been back in school for two weeks now, and so far it has been a pretty smooth transition. Grace is in the 3rd grade and it is Lily's last year in preschool. Life has been busy as we adjust to waking up early, packing lunches, doing homework, etc.  Grace's teacher this year is Mrs. Crawford, who I have known since I was a little girl.  She was actually the best friend of the older sister of one of my best friends . . . so we grew up together.  She is a great teacher and I know that Grace is going to have a fabulous year in her room.  Lily has the same teachers as last year in the preschool class and is actually back with most of the same kids.  She seems really glad to be able to play with her friends again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My principal, Paula, is back at work.  She and her husband are home from the spinal cord rehab hospital in Colorado.  (Well they are sort of home . . . their house isn't remodeled yet so they are staying in an extended stay hotel in the meantime.)  It has been WONDERFUL to have her back again!  Please continue to pray for Russell and Paula as they transition back into life at home.  I know that they covet your prayers as they adjust to a "normal" life, including her being back at work.  And pray for me - that I can continue to support her in whatever capacity necessary as we serve the students and teachers at our school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up next - Grace will start ballet in 2 weeks and Lily starts soccer practice this week.  We spent the day running around town shopping for shin guards and ballet slippers . . . never a dull moment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-173654342060812408?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/173654342060812408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=173654342060812408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/173654342060812408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/173654342060812408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMLtc1fx2I/AAAAAAAAAvs/j44LWgzHEos/s72-c/100_1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-8717205186359784671</id><published>2009-09-05T19:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:56:21.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fresh Water Fish Hatchery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we wrapped up the summer, we took the girls and Chloe to the Fresh Water Fish Hatchery in Athens, TX. It was a great day trip and worth the drive for anyone with kids who would enjoy catching fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a tour of the exhibit area - lots of different tanks with glass walls so that we could see the fish up close - GIANT fish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147608026630098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMEwT4LR9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/mS1z40A5ysg/s320/100_1129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378147599032081890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMEvyXtXeI/AAAAAAAAAuM/-p9le6cNUmk/s320/100_1137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we went into the theater where a diver is actually in the water with the different fish and can talk to the audience while he feeds them live bait. It was great! They let the kids sit up front right in front of the glass and they got to ask the diver questions about the fish.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378148921195931138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMF8v0IpgI/AAAAAAAAAuc/kuNICvpOfJo/s320/100_1155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went outside for the tour of the hatchery tanks and to walk through the nature trails back to the stocked fishing pond. At the pond, they provide poles and bait so that everyone can fish.  Gracie and Chloe both caught fish within 10 minutes of casting out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378150037147172962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMG9tDpQGI/AAAAAAAAAuk/hSpfNjeEcCg/s320/100_1160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378150058107833762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMG-7JDjaI/AAAAAAAAAu0/NjJDkI0aERk/s320/100_1179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378150046707487458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMG-QrAEuI/AAAAAAAAAus/MBQ65J8qbaw/s320/100_1174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-8717205186359784671?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8717205186359784671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=8717205186359784671' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8717205186359784671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8717205186359784671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/09/fresh-water-fish-hatchery.html' title='The Fresh Water Fish Hatchery'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SqMEwT4LR9I/AAAAAAAAAuU/mS1z40A5ysg/s72-c/100_1129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-2677948510860674878</id><published>2009-07-28T14:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:46:07.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Unbirthday To You!</title><content type='html'>May was a rough month . . . a busy and rough month. There were many days (including weekends) when I went without seeing or spending time with my family because of all of the craziness that was going on at school. But things have settled now, and it is time to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie turned 8 on May 28th. May 28th is not a great birth date for the child of an educator. Things tend to be a bit hectic every year as I am trying to wrap up the school year and am pulled in many different ways for activities and assemblies. So, I have become the master of manipulating. I am GREAT at coming up with wonderful ideas that DO NOT include me cleaning the house, buying party favor bags, and hosting a traditional birthday party. For years we have gotten away with saying, "You can pick whichever friends you want and we will take them to _____ (fill in the blank with build-a-bear, the movies and out for ice cream, etc.) for your birthday." And it has worked fabulously! Until this year . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, May was &lt;em&gt;CRAZY&lt;/em&gt; so I convinced Grace that we would have to wait until June to have her party, but that we would do something super special since she had to wait. I tried everything - all of the usuals, plus a few new tricks - gymnastics party, jumping party, Main Event. Nothing worked! Every time we talked about what she wanted to do for her birthday, her only answer was, "I just want to have a party at our house with a sleepover." EVERY TIME!!! I couldn't get her to budge. So, in the end, I gave in. We had a few friends over. Took them to Mimi and PawPaw's house to swim. And they got to sleepover. Although there was &lt;strong&gt;very little&lt;/strong&gt; sleeping at this sleepover. I tried to sleep, believe me, but there seemed to be a constant string of giggles coming from the other end of the house for most of the night. I think they had a great time, and I'm sure it was only the beginning of having a houseful of girls over for the night - isn't Brad a lucky guy?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-df.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791353800927&amp;amp;site=widget-df.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791353800927&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p1/2522015791353800927/bb_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791353800927&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p2/2522015791353800927/bb_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791353800927&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-df.slide.com/p4/2522015791353800927/bb_t047_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-2677948510860674878?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/2677948510860674878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=2677948510860674878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2677948510860674878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2677948510860674878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-merry-unbirthday-to-you.html' title='A Very Merry Unbirthday To You!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-1686350441771125866</id><published>2009-07-26T17:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:11:17.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gulf Shores, Alabama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-61.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791353778529&amp;amp;site=widget-61.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791353778529&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p1/2522015791353778529/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791353778529&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p2/2522015791353778529/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791353778529&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-61.slide.com/p4/2522015791353778529/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-1686350441771125866?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/1686350441771125866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=1686350441771125866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1686350441771125866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1686350441771125866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/07/gulf-shores-alabama.html' title='Gulf Shores, Alabama'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-1744513854568731212</id><published>2009-07-15T16:29:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:52:38.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cut</title><content type='html'>For those of you who don't see me on a daily basis - you have missed out (obviously). Once upon a time I had really cute but short hair for several years while I chased two small people around, worked full time, and went back to school for my master's degree. It was sooooooo easy to take care of and fix, but very short - no ponytails! So, I decided to grow it out and do something different. It has been about a year and a half now and I had officially turned into Rosanna Rosanna Danna. (I told you that you had missed out.) Apparently over the years my hair has gotten a little more natural wave to it, so on days that I didn't feel like spending an hour drying it straight, it definitely had a life of its own. And as the day went on, and the humidity outside grew, so did the hair. Nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I finally got a haircut! It was liberating! I don't feel like I have a mop sitting on top of my head anymore. Of course now I have to figure out how to fix it - it's never the same after they send you home to fix it on your own. But anything has to be better than long, thick, wavy, HOT hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Gracie and Lily with me to get theirs cut too  - they were so excited. They both have shoulder length cuts now. I probably should have taken before and after pictures of all of us to add here . . . woulda made this post a little more meaningful probably . . . but that is what "good" mothers do, and we all know that I don't fit gracefully into that category. =) So, instead, here is a visual for you . . . enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358806738394266994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/Sl5OVh31vXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/osl8UFV5L4w/s320/Rosanna+Rosanna+Danna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-1744513854568731212?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/1744513854568731212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=1744513854568731212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1744513854568731212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1744513854568731212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/07/cut.html' title='The Cut'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/Sl5OVh31vXI/AAAAAAAAAtE/osl8UFV5L4w/s72-c/Rosanna+Rosanna+Danna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-166309592336635191</id><published>2009-06-13T10:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T11:23:47.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad?</title><content type='html'>Alright, after the sounds of crickets after my previous blog entry, I am pretty sure that no one will be reading this (except for my cousin Kristi). So, Kristi, enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that aliens may have abducted my husband . . . he was afraid that this may happen, and now, it may be too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started Thursday morning as we were packing to get away for a night for our 10th anniversary. At one point he disappeared and when I finally found him he was in the garage cleaning out the vacuum cleaner. Believe me when I say that this should have been my first clue . . . Brad NEVER cleans out the vacuum cleaner on a random day without prior nagging on my part. I thought it was weird, but figured that it was his way of doing something unexpected and nice for me before we left home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the morning went on, and we continued to pack for us and the kids (who stayed with the Cooks - THANK YOU, COOKS for giving us some much needed time away) I noticed several other unusual things going on with Brad - he moved his pile of laundry out of the bathroom floor . . . then loaded the dishwasher . . . Again, I questioned his motives, but just assumed he had grand plans for our time away and wanted to make sure that he earned a few brownie points before we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But never did I expect what I would walk into when we came home from our trip . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A CLEAN HOUSE!!!!!!!!! Brad had actually arranged a week ago for Brandon and Michelle's cleaning lady to come by and give him a quote on cleaning the house. Then he hid a key outside and actually let this "stranger" into our house while we were gone. (For those of you who don't know Brad, this is TOTALLY unlike him. "Safety Joe" as we all like to refer to him, would NEVER leave a key outside that any common criminal could find and break into the house with. Much less be comfortable letting someone he doesn't know roam through our house while we are out of town.) And did you catch the part that he planned this all out, on his own, a week in advance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like I said, it is obvious that my husband is long gone, being poked and prodded on the mother ship while a stand-in is doing a pretty lousy job of trying to keep things running as usual back here at the Rollmann house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346846023926313618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SjPQIUTWcpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6T7JsJCbc2M/s320/alien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Anniversary, Brad! The past 10 years have been amazing! You are a strong, loving, and wonderful husband and father. I couldn't ask for more. I love you and look forward to the next 10, 20, 30+ years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. You totally surprised me with the cleaning lady! I love it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-166309592336635191?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/166309592336635191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=166309592336635191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/166309592336635191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/166309592336635191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/06/brad.html' title='Brad?'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SjPQIUTWcpI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6T7JsJCbc2M/s72-c/alien.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-4466190103648609746</id><published>2009-06-07T18:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:37:10.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Anybody Out There?</title><content type='html'>I know that it has been a long time since I posted anything . . . but between organizing the packing of an entire school and trying to take care of the assistant principal and principal responsibilities for two months, I have been a tad busy.  But where is everybody else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to check friends' blogs regularly to keep up with what is happening with them.  There was always a new post to read somewhere.  Not anymore!  Has everyone abandoned their blog and ran to facebook???  I miss the posts, the stories, and the pictures.  Is anyone even going to read this?!?  Is anybody out there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-4466190103648609746?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4466190103648609746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=4466190103648609746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4466190103648609746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4466190103648609746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/06/is-anybody-out-there.html' title='Is Anybody Out There?'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-2972520511502770227</id><published>2009-04-19T17:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:21:14.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Great!</title><content type='html'>I am reminded daily how God is constantly at work in my life.  He has surrounded me with an amazing support team.  I am blessed with an adoring husband, beautiful and healthy children, fabulous friends, and wonderful co-workers.  And every day I see Him at work, putting the right people there at the right time to lift me up and help me find my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula is still out taking care of Russell.  Please continue to pray for a miracle for this family and for peace and comfort as they continue to fight for recovery.  In the meantime, I am still the "acting principal".  I am starting to settle in a bit now - not quite as shocked and overwhelmed.  And I continue to be amazed by the overwhelming support that I have received from central administration and my wonderful counselor and secretary - I truly couldn't do it without these two.  Starting tomorrow, I will have an administrative intern to also help ease the load.  It will be nice to have an extra set of eyes, ears, and hands to help take care of the day to day tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through it all . . . late nights, meetings after school, cereal for dinner because I am too tired to cook . . . Brad has not complained.  He has gone above and beyond to help me out with the girls - waking up early so that he can pick them up from school, taking care of baths and homework, buying the Easter eggs for Lily's class party . . . He is a great dad and husband! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, my mom and Donna Carr have stepped in to help watch the girls for me when needed.  My sister spent a day in the office cleaning out cabinets for us.  Friends have offered to cook dinner for my family.  I even have one friend who wasn't satisfied when I told her there wasn't anything she could do to help me out at work, so she insisted that she was going to help me out at home.  She has since paid for her cleaning lady to clean my house until school is out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people who were visiting our church today prayed over me (thanks to my husband who drug me over to them and asked them to do this).  And it was amazing!  They spoke with me and one lady, without even knowing my situation, said "God is telling me to tell you that 'you are equipped'."  This is &lt;strong&gt;exactly&lt;/strong&gt; what I needed to hear.  I have spent weeks questioning myself, not confident that I was ready to take on the challenge of running a school.  (Especially this year because we have to have our entire building packed up before the last day of school.)  And then they prayed over me.  And I felt the tension and anxiety lift from my shoulders as a peace washed over me.  It was like every doubt I had about whether or not I could finish up the year on my own melted.  In their prayer they mentioned that God can do this, not me.  And I was relieved.  Because it is true - He can do anything.  And I know that He is going to use me to take care of this situation.  And I don't need to worry, He's got it under control.  And I am blessed, truly blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-2972520511502770227?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/2972520511502770227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=2972520511502770227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2972520511502770227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2972520511502770227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/04/god-is-great.html' title='God is Great!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-2312001962621298843</id><published>2009-03-28T11:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:11:57.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep The Prayers Comin'</title><content type='html'>I am still asking you to join me in lifting up the Eagleton family.  Russell is awake and alert now and dealing with the understanding that he may never regain movement or be able to breath on his own.  And his family is struggling daily to give him the encouragement and support that he needs while they try to take care of financial and medical decisions.  Please continue to pray for a miracle for Russell and for peace and comfort for the entire family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have been trying to be the principal and assistant principal at the same time.  Trying to cram in her meetings and responsibilities while still taking care of mine.  I've got to say that God has totally done his "thing" at EH.  I am surrounded by a great staff who are willing to go above and beyond in times of need.  He has blessed me with office staff who are on top of things and have been handling problems before they even become a problem.  And my counselor has been at my side, giving me a shoulder to cry on and helping me to laugh through the frustration and craziness.  We are a pretty awesome team!  But, man, do I miss Paula!!!!  We are all trying to assure her, when she calls to check in, that everything is great - the last thing that I want her to do is to have to worry about school.  But she is definitely missed, and I hope she knows that we are doing the best we can, but it is NOT the same without her.  So I also ask you to pray for me . . . I am trying to fill some really big shoes, and probably not doing half as well as she would, but I want to try and keep things going as smoothly as possible.  And quite honestly, at times, I feel like I am barely staying afloat trying to take care of the things that I know she would do.  So I am thankful for the weekend - 2 days to rest and rejuvinate so that I can start the rat race again on Monday.  How many days left until summer break?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-2312001962621298843?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/2312001962621298843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=2312001962621298843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2312001962621298843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2312001962621298843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-prayers-comin.html' title='Keep The Prayers Comin&apos;'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-5193290608474223630</id><published>2009-03-12T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:01:24.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling All Prayer Warriors</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that I am an assistant principal at an elementary school.  I love my job!  I love the kids (most days) and the teachers (most days) and the principal (every day).  She is amazing!  She has been an incredible mentor and has quickly become a dear friend.  I am here today to ask you, on her behalf, to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula's husband, Russell, fell Monday afternoon while installing a canopy over playground equipment at an elementary school.  He is in ICU with a neck injury.  His spine was not severed, however, he has extensive swelling in the area which has resulted in paralysis from the neck down.  At this time it is a waiting game.  The doctors cannot tell the family when or if he will regain feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask you to pray.  This family has been an inspiration to everyone around them this week.  They are all hoping, praying, and believing in a miracle.  Please join me in lifting them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want more information or to get updates, they have created a website &lt;a href="http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/russelleagleton"&gt;http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/russelleagleton&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-5193290608474223630?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/5193290608474223630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=5193290608474223630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/5193290608474223630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/5193290608474223630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/03/calling-all-prayer-warriors.html' title='Calling All Prayer Warriors'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-1399510723728703322</id><published>2009-03-08T20:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:40:04.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna Help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SbRy_n4hFnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bM-OXJm4U-s/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310996297940014706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SbRy_n4hFnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bM-OXJm4U-s/s320/mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As most of you know, my mom has done fabulous in her battle with lung cancer. At this point she has completed her chemo and only has 6 days of radiation left. She has been such a trooper! And now we can all see the light at the end of the tunnel. As a celebration of her accomplishment and as a way to contribute to the ongoing fight to cure cancer, she has decided to participate in this years Relay for Life. She has formed a team and asked all of her friends to join. So far we have had so many join that she has actually had to create a second team. We have been busy planning decorations, our team t-shirt (thanks, Lindsay, for the cool design), and coming up with ways to raise money for the American Cancer Society. I have had many of you serving as prayer warriors over the past few months. And I want to thank you. What a blessing to be surrounded near and far with such amazing friends! A couple of people have asked about contributing to the Relay in honor of my mom. If you are interested in making a donation to the American Cancer Society under her team name - just go to &lt;a href="http://www.relayforlife.org/azletx"&gt;www.relayforlife.org/azletx&lt;/a&gt; and go to Joyce's Journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-1399510723728703322?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/1399510723728703322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=1399510723728703322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1399510723728703322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1399510723728703322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanna-help.html' title='Wanna Help?'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SbRy_n4hFnI/AAAAAAAAAfA/bM-OXJm4U-s/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-1186441540535588576</id><published>2009-02-28T13:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:53:50.672-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>Have you tried it?  I'll admit, I don't totally get it.  I've got people throwing food at me . . . inviting me to join causes . . . sending me flair . . . and I have NO CLUE what most of that means or how it works.  But I have been able to find several long lost friends within days of joining facebook.  It's pretty cool!  I have actually (without much effort at all) been able to get in contact with a couple of friends that I haven't talked to in over 10 years.  They are people that I had somehow lost touch with and had even tried to google over the years with no luck.  Then I joined facebook, and there they were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-1186441540535588576?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/1186441540535588576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=1186441540535588576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1186441540535588576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1186441540535588576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-3935485393894133776</id><published>2009-02-19T17:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:22:54.342-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rockin' Good Time</title><content type='html'>In honor of Jessica's birthday, we had a surprise birthday party last Sunday. Her gift (from Matt and Keely) was a homemade video with cameo performances from some of her friends. It is hilarious! You must check it out.  Here's the link to their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;web page&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;a href="http://homecooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html"&gt;http://homecooks.blogspot.com/2009/02/surprise.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before you check it out, let me state for the record, many of us had NEVER heard the song before and the performances were done with no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; time.  So, enjoy the show . . . it's pretty funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-3935485393894133776?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/3935485393894133776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=3935485393894133776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3935485393894133776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3935485393894133776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/02/rockin-good-time.html' title='A Rockin&apos; Good Time'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-8806361943104363433</id><published>2009-01-27T16:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:25:30.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lily!</title><content type='html'>My how time flies! We celebrated Lily's 4th birthday yesterday with a family dinner. It was great to have my mom show up with color in her cheeks and enough energy to participate in the festivities. It was a Barbie birthday. We got Lily a doll house and the rest of the family helped her fill it with accessories and Barbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high hopes for 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 was pretty rough . . . much worse than the terrible 2's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, I think, is going to be great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ec.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791348412652&amp;amp;site=widget-ec.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791348412652&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ec.slide.com/p1/2522015791348412652/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791348412652&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ec.slide.com/p2/2522015791348412652/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791348412652&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ec.slide.com/p4/2522015791348412652/bb_t046_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-8806361943104363433?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8806361943104363433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=8806361943104363433' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8806361943104363433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8806361943104363433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-lily.html' title='Happy Birthday Lily!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-3973057311937098402</id><published>2009-01-27T11:39:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:55:50.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in OK</title><content type='html'>The good thing about an ice storm . . . no school today so that I have time to update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Oklahoma City a couple of weeks ago to finally celebrate Christmas with Brad's family. We had a great time and enjoyed spending time with his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-7f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791348400255&amp;amp;site=widget-7f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791348400255&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7f.slide.com/p1/2522015791348400255/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791348400255&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7f.slide.com/p2/2522015791348400255/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791348400255&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-7f.slide.com/p4/2522015791348400255/bb_t056_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While we were in OKCity, we went by Brad's cousin Dawn's house. They have a goat farm and actually breed them, milk them, and make goat milk soap. I brought some home to try - it smells yummy and works great! (Click here to see their website - &lt;a href="http://www.swingingkdairygoatfarm.com/"&gt;http://www.swingingkdairygoatfarm.com/&lt;/a&gt;) While we were there, Gracie jumped in and actually milked a goat. Lily (of course) wanted nothing to do with the fun adventure. I can't blame her much . . . the goats were pretty stinky. 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There is much catching up to do.  But that will have to come later when I have more time.  For now, I am looking for your input.  But first, a quick update:  My mom finished her last chemo treatment.  YIPEE!!!!  We met with the radiation doctor last week.  She should have another PET scan done next week and will begin six weeks of radiation around the first of February.  She will receive radiation five days a week for the six weeks.  Then, hopefully, we can put this all behind us and move on . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that she is feeling a little better, though.  She has decided to create a team for the local Relay for Life in April.  She is hoping to form a team of family and friends to celebrate her success and help raise money for the American Cancer Society.  Here's where you come in . . . the theme for Relay for Life this year is the movies.  My mom has chosen Mamma Mia.  Now we need to come up with some way to tie the movie into the fight for cancer.  Any ideas?  We need a slogan . . . or t-shirt design ideas for our team . . . or decorating ideas for our booth . . . or things to sell that night or other ways to raise money for the American Cancer Society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's your chance . . . put on your thinking caps . . . be creative . . . give me your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-3213420772808064442?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/3213420772808064442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=3213420772808064442' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3213420772808064442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3213420772808064442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2009/01/plea-to-wordy-and-witty.html' title='A Plea to the Wordy and Witty'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-3670220256782199325</id><published>2008-12-31T10:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:06:21.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Years to Remember</title><content type='html'>11 years ago I had it all figured out. I had just graduated from college. I had a plane ticket purchased to move across the country, the perfect job offer, and thought that life couldn't be better. I had a plan . . . the problem . . . God had a different one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 years ago today, I met Brad. He really threw a kink in my plan. I DID NOT want to be interested in a boy from Oklahoma. That did not fit into my plan of moving to Washington state. So, I continued on with the original plan full force ahead! Until 4 days later when I slid off a highway on black ice in the middle of nowhere Kansas. The car (which was my sister's brand new car that she had let me borrow for the trip to Aubrey's wedding) crossed over oncoming traffic and rolled over narrowly missing a telephone pole and a gas line pole. This was definitely not part of the plan! I spent all of my graduation / moving money towing the totalled car back to Texas and taking care of as much of the negative balance on the car that I could. I spent over a week crying, not sure what to do with myself. I had my life planned out. I knew exactly what I wanted. And I felt my dreams slipping away. I did not want to stay in small town Texas! Then over the next couple of months, my priorities began to change. Brad came around more and more often and I was hooked. Plans changed! I got the perfect job here and I fell in love with the boy from Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago today there was no looking back. Brad proposed to me on a carriage ride in downtown Fort Worth on New Years Eve. And the rest is history. I wouldn't change a thing! We have been blessed with great friends, loving family, and two precious little girls. This is way better than my original plan! I am thankful that God is in charge. I am thankful that He brought Brad and I together, that He made it impossible for me to continue on as I had hoped, and that He continues to surprise us with unexpected blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286000744181688770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SVulq59macI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tQxi8wDdrC0/s320/Brad+and+Amy+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286000358577772946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SVulUdedmZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/QxzW1vI61Tc/s320/Brad+and+Amy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;In this New Year, I wish your family all the best. May God surprise you with unexpected blessings as he has done for us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-3670220256782199325?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/3670220256782199325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=3670220256782199325' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3670220256782199325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3670220256782199325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-to-remember.html' title='A New Years to Remember'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SVulq59macI/AAAAAAAAAY8/tQxi8wDdrC0/s72-c/Brad+and+Amy+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6961659151986852912</id><published>2008-12-25T07:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:56:07.584-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to All!</title><content type='html'>It's 7:30 Christmas morning . . . Brad is gone to work, the girls are engrossed in their Santa gifts, and I figured that now was a good a time to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Starla's house last night for food and gifts with my family.  We had a great time!  My mom came, ate, and even rocked out a bit on Guitar Hero.  It was nice for us to all be together again.  I don't think that has happened since Thanksgiving.  Anyway, enjoy the pictures.  And I wish all of you a Christmas filled with family and friends.  We are off next to the Cooks' house for a little Christmas breakfast - yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3098476543633147123&amp;amp;site=widget-f3.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543633147123&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p1/3098476543633147123/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3098476543633147123&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p2/3098476543633147123/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=3098476543633147123&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f3.slide.com/p4/3098476543633147123/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-6961659151986852912?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/6961659151986852912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=6961659151986852912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6961659151986852912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6961659151986852912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to All!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-8785162790378738565</id><published>2008-12-23T09:35:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:17:28.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend Loves at all Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SVEOrQH9AdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Yn5nnGlyzzY/s1600-h/GirlFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SVEOrQH9AdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Yn5nnGlyzzY/s320/GirlFriends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283019974107791826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is dedicated to the amazing friends that God has blessed us with. New friends who have become such a special part of our life this year . . . people who have surprised us with their compassion and with how quickly we have come to love their friendship. Old friends who have stuck with us through the good and the bad . . . the ones who are always there for us, no matter what, who open their doors and their hearts. They are raw and real, and they accept Brad and I as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year more than ever, I want to take the time to express how thankful I am for each of you. It's been a rough year. It's hard to describe how cancer seems to affect every aspect of your life, but I think that it has. It is such a scary word. And although my mom is doing fairly well with the treatment process and her doctor assures us that when this is over she will be fine, it has still deeply impacted our family. Between nausea and low white blood counts, her interaction with us has been extremely limited. But my friends have really stepped in and been a tremendous support through it all. They have helped out with the girls, given me advice, and taken us in as family. I miss spending time with my mom and dad, but these friends have given us a place to feel like we belong, like we are one of their own. And for that, I will be forever grateful! So thanks Sheila, Jessica, De'Ana, Keely, and Donna! I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-8785162790378738565?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8785162790378738565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=8785162790378738565' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8785162790378738565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8785162790378738565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/12/fried-loves-at-all-times.html' title='A Friend Loves at all Times'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SVEOrQH9AdI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Yn5nnGlyzzY/s72-c/GirlFriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-7306176268199708804</id><published>2008-12-19T20:45:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T19:50:46.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SUxlDBxh_RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TQhfjvSQOgo/s1600-h/BusySchedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SUxlDBxh_RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TQhfjvSQOgo/s320/BusySchedule.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281707565688945938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! I made it. School was out today at 1:00 and I am free for two much needed weeks of Christmas break. Don't get me wrong, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;LOVE&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; my job - the good days and the bad. It just seems like this time of year life gets so crazy that I find myself longing for the time off to just spend time with Brad and the girls doing absolutely nothing. Between work, meetings, and special programs at school, I feel like we haven't been home together in weeks. In fact, last week Brad and Lily went to OKCity for 4 days to visit Jay for his birthday. They came home Wednesday night, and Gracie and I left Friday night to go to Lubbock for the weekend. In between I had something going on at school both Wednesday and Thursday nights, so I haven't seen much of Lily or Brad in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Lubbock was great. It was the first time that Gracie and I have gone out of town on a "special" trip, just the two of us. We went to see Amy Carr graduate from LCU (Congratulations again, Amy!!!). It was neat to be able to take my daughter to visit my Alma mater. I haven't been back to Lubbock in years. And I am so thankful that Gracie was able to see Amy's accomplishment. She adores Amy and I am thankful for the example that she continues to be for my kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has started the last round of chemo. Only 3 more weeks left. Things seem to have settled a bit. She still feels pretty rotten some days, but it is much more manageable than a few weeks ago. The germy kids and I are just ready for her blood count to be normal at the same time that she feels like seeing people. I think that I can count on one hand the number of times that we have seen her over the past 2 months. We are counting down the days until January! After that, she will see a radiologist so that they can decide whether or not she will need to have radiation. Keep praying! I know that she is lonely and ready for it all to end, but most of all we all pray for total and complete healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have big plans for Christmas. Brad's sister and her family are going to Michigan, so his dad may come here for a few days. We have plans to see my family on Christmas Eve if my mom is feeling alright. Brad (of course) has to work Christmas Day, so there will be a &lt;strong&gt;VERY EARLY&lt;/strong&gt; morning Santa "reveal" and then I will get to torture my children the rest of the day making them wait until Brad is home from work to open their gifts. Sounds fun, huh?!? Wherever you and your family will be, I wish you safe travel, precious time spent with loved ones, and a very Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-7306176268199708804?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/7306176268199708804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=7306176268199708804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/7306176268199708804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/7306176268199708804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/12/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SUxlDBxh_RI/AAAAAAAAAYU/TQhfjvSQOgo/s72-c/BusySchedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6503557764161712408</id><published>2008-11-26T11:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:39:19.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Brad!</title><content type='html'>It is finally Thanksgiving break! Things have been a little crazy over the past week, and I couldn't ever seem to find the time to post. We decided to have a garage sale last weekend to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; clear out the huge mounds of junk that had accumulated in the garage over the past couple of years. It was about time considering we started cleaning out closets and making these piles over a year ago when we decided to have the garage sale. But for some reason, it never happened . . . and the piles just continued to grow . . . They are gone now! Yippee! Special thanks to Donna and Steve for braving the cold with us as we sat all day peddling our goods to the crazies that come out for a garage sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the garage sale prep (wow it is a LOT of work to get one ready) we celebrated Brad's birthday. He's only one year away from the BIG 40! So Happy Belated Birthday, Brad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3242591731707071960&amp;amp;site=widget-d8.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731707071960&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p1/3242591731707071960/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731707071960&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p2/3242591731707071960/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3242591731707071960&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d8.slide.com/p4/3242591731707071960/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that in celebration for his 39th birthday, I would share 39 things that make Brad special. Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He is a strong spiritual leader in our house. When I would rather sleep in or lay around on the couch, he is the one that insists we get dressed and go to church . . . or the Bible study . . . or our small group.&lt;br /&gt;2. He is an excellent dad. He doesn't mind taking the girls so that I can have time without them. He loves to spend time with them and has a special bond with both of our girls.&lt;br /&gt;3. He has a kind and servant heart. If anyone needs help with anything, Brad is always willing to step in and lend a hand.&lt;br /&gt;4. He loves me unconditionally. I know that most of you will be surprised, but I can be a pain at times . . . and he loves me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;5. He is a great example to others. Brad is not perfect. But people tend to admire his honesty and the way that he puts himself out there - he is "real".&lt;br /&gt;6. He is generous. He never thinks twice about giving to others who are in need.&lt;br /&gt;7. He loves God. I have really seen him grow over the past few years. His love and devotion to the Lord has deepened and affected every aspect of his life.&lt;br /&gt;8. He is a helper. He doesn't get mad when I volunteer him to help cook hot dogs for Gracie's second grade class or to pick up a trailer full of student desks from TCU to haul to my school.&lt;br /&gt;9. He is kind to my family. Brad takes the heat that he gets from my dad and my brother in stride. He is kind and accepting to my entire family.&lt;br /&gt;10. He is funny. As much as his humor sometimes drives me crazy, I am usually laughing as I roll my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;11. He is willing to stay up after working a crazy shift and miss out on needed hours of sleep in order to make it to church with us on Sunday mornings or spend time with us during the week.&lt;br /&gt;12. He volunteered to teach the teenage boys at church.&lt;br /&gt;13. He saved our family from certain death on the jeep ride from hell last summer. And he didn't even yell back as I frantically screamed and cussed at him in the midst of the trauma.&lt;br /&gt;14. He is fun to be around.&lt;br /&gt;15. He has no rhythm, which can be quite entertaining when he decides to dance or try to rock out on Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;16. He surprises me with chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;17. He is a great friend to me and others.&lt;br /&gt;18. He loves it that we have two girls and has never pouted about not having a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;19. He supports me in my career.&lt;br /&gt;20. He encourages others to spend more time in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;21. He is always downloading sermons to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;22. He doesn't blare his headbanging / screaming music (too often)&lt;br /&gt;23. He loves his dad. Brad still calls him almost every day to check on him.&lt;br /&gt;24. He loves to fish and doesn't mind that I think it is boring and stinky.&lt;br /&gt;25. He surprises me every once in a while by doing the dishes, making the bed, or washing a load of laundry.&lt;br /&gt;26. He always takes care of filling my car up with gas when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;27. He will buy groceries when I am too stressed or busy to take care of it.&lt;br /&gt;28. He is complementary of my cooking . . . and I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; cook that well.&lt;br /&gt;29. He works hard to help support our family financially.&lt;br /&gt;30. He agreed to hang his stuffed fish in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;31. Even though he hates public speaking, he has volunteered several times to take care of the sermon / discussion time at church.&lt;br /&gt;32. He has been my rock through some very "rocky" times over the past few years - leaving our church (the one that I grew up in), my mom's cancer, etc.&lt;br /&gt;33. If I don't feel like cooking, he never complains about eating cereal or going out to pick up take-out for us.&lt;br /&gt;34. He takes care of me when I am sick - going to the store to buy four different kinds of medicine, soup, crackers, Sprite . . . whatever I might need.&lt;br /&gt;35. He puts up with my moods and ever unpredictable hormones.&lt;br /&gt;36. He chose me and has never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;37. He agrees to go on trips and travel because he knows that I love it . . . even though he would prefer to stay closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;38. He sleeps in the back bedroom on the uncomfortable trundle bed during the day if we are at home so that we can have full run of the house.&lt;br /&gt;39. He is the love of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-6503557764161712408?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/6503557764161712408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=6503557764161712408' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6503557764161712408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6503557764161712408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-brad.html' title='Happy Birthday, Brad!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-9180211963813806184</id><published>2008-11-15T18:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T18:52:43.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beads, Baubles, and . . . Ammo?</title><content type='html'>A few friends and I went to a jewelry and bead expo today. There were aisles and aisles of beads, pendents, and pre-made jewelry. It was amazing and a bit overwhelming looking at all of the options and trying to decide which beads had the best potential. I came home with a bag full of choices and am looking forward to a beading party tonight so that I can throw a few things together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strangest thing was the expo across the hall from the bead extravaganza. It was a gun show. Apparently the bead people and the gun people have it all figured out. They can book their shows at the same time to provide fun for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just so WEIRD to be in a public place with people EVERYWHERE carrying all kinds of guns. People must come out of the woodworks for a gun show. There were no parking spaces available anywhere and a long line at the door of people waiting to get into that section. (And even the people waiting in line to get in were carrying guns.) Like I said - strange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit . . . I don't get it. I can't imagine fighting &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; crowd to walk around and look at guns. Although, I am sure that one of them could be at home right now blogging about the amazing deal on ammo they found today at the gun show and the crazy women accross the hall at the redicoulous bead show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-9180211963813806184?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/9180211963813806184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=9180211963813806184' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/9180211963813806184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/9180211963813806184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/beads-baubles-and-ammo.html' title='Beads, Baubles, and . . . Ammo?'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-167624476064206400</id><published>2008-11-08T15:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:58:21.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SRYKMJozaXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/eaQnVMXkCm8/s1600-h/twilightcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266408018118142322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SRYKMJozaXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/eaQnVMXkCm8/s320/twilightcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to read. It is one of my favorite things to do when the laundry is done and the house is quiet. And that is the problem. When is the laundry EVER complete and the house quiet? So, finding the time to relax with a good book has been nearly impossible for the past several years. There was also the problem of the boycott after grad school. After putting my entire family through two and a half years of torture while I worked full time, had a new baby, and attended grad school, I swore off reading . . . anything. I was so sick of doing research and reading chapter after chapter in textbooks that I had lost my love of reading. Until now . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of the teachers at my school kept talking about the &lt;em&gt;Twilight&lt;/em&gt; series and how good the books were. I decided to give it a try. I figured that it would be perfect. Totally fiction . . . no deep meanings . . . just a story to read and enjoy. I finished the first book (all 500 pages) within a couple of days. In fact, I finished it on the way to meet up with the rest of my family who were spending the weekend at the lake camping. As soon as we were in the middle of nowhere, it was over and I tried to convince Brad to turn around and find a bookstore because I NEEDED the next book. I was hooked. I have now finished the fourth book, and the next day it was sad . . . I kept thinking to myself, "I don't have anything else to read now." Talk about addicting! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you like to read, check it out . . . just don't say I didn't warn you! If you don't like to read, they are coming out with the movie this month. Of course, you never know what you are gonna get when someone in Hollywood takes a great book and tries to recreate it on the big screen. I'll let you know. A group of us from school are already making plans to go and see the movie when it comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-167624476064206400?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/167624476064206400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=167624476064206400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/167624476064206400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/167624476064206400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SRYKMJozaXI/AAAAAAAAAXk/eaQnVMXkCm8/s72-c/twilightcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-5550188934180615229</id><published>2008-11-01T08:34:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T09:48:24.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>The second graders performed their Fall musical this week - "ROCTOBER". They did a great job! Gracie's job was to open the show with the first lines of the night. She was fabulous! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="338" height="271" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2bffc4fea59736c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2bffc4fea59736c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330153595%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E821377C7C5AB972D032B33E947AE4B4A05DA6B.33E612082A55383A7E0FB85E112F0F3D8598F928%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2bffc4fea59736c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMscbTBUM56x2y_-Ka9LBaD8CMZ4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="338" height="271" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2bffc4fea59736c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330153595%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E821377C7C5AB972D032B33E947AE4B4A05DA6B.33E612082A55383A7E0FB85E112F0F3D8598F928%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2bffc4fea59736c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMscbTBUM56x2y_-Ka9LBaD8CMZ4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This is my first try at adding video to my blog . . . and our computer is malfunctioning right now, we have no sound. So hopefully the video works.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Halloween is usually unpredictable for our family. It never fails that something happens to interrupt our family plans. This year - pink eye. Gracie woke up yesterday morning with a swollen, bloodshot, crusty eye. NICE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We ended up taking her to a couple of houses to trick or treat and then Brad and I took turns staying home with her while the other took Lily to the Cooks for a Halloween dinner and party. Not quite what we had planned. Although Gracie's main concern was, "Will I still get to get candy?" So I guess (for her) the night was a success. Somehow, although we only went to a couple of houses, we ended up with a bucketful of candy. I'm not quite sure HOW MUCH my dad and Kenneth and Gwen shoveled into their pumpkins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695685817074658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SQxnVobiA-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/wqSqESgQO9Y/s320/100_0659.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695688802764338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SQxnVzjYBjI/AAAAAAAAAW0/nzAuDtFARx8/s320/100_0671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695696022002610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SQxnWOck27I/AAAAAAAAAW8/vEAT6lqGcDo/s320/100_0675.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695700021841490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SQxnWdWNjlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/KzLOTlcgmyM/s320/100_0682.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263695700779844962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SQxnWgK7xWI/AAAAAAAAAXM/OBzXslHI3fw/s320/100_0684.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263697633857468690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SQxpHBcjeRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/EaZl0ldzEZY/s320/100_0685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263697645325247682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SQxpHsKr5MI/AAAAAAAAAXc/qIOl0HGKLHU/s320/100_0667.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My mom just "loved" my lip ring, nose ring, and funky lashes . . . &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-5550188934180615229?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2bffc4fea59736c3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a08282791767e3c8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/5550188934180615229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=5550188934180615229' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/5550188934180615229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/5550188934180615229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SQxnVobiA-I/AAAAAAAAAWs/wqSqESgQO9Y/s72-c/100_0659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-5715320531919971953</id><published>2008-10-20T20:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:50:39.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is Sweet . . .</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a little too sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm not sure who the guilty party is who took the pictures. But they are out there, so I might as well share . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SP0vpmSKpGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nT9uRKNxDO0/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259412331536491618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SP0vpmSKpGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nT9uRKNxDO0/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SP0vqJelwpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5IMbExuhL-w/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259412340983841426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SP0vqJelwpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/5IMbExuhL-w/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had our Fall Festival at school last weekend and (for some reason) I thought that the pie in the face booth would be a better choice than the dunk tank. Looking back it may have not been the wisest decision that I ever made. When all was said and done I had whipped cream in every nook and cranny imaginable. In my ears . . . down my shirt . . . so far up my nose that the rest of the day all I could smell was that nasty sweet smell. I don't know if I will ever eat whipped cream again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The carnival turned out great, though. We had a big turnout and the kids seemed to have a blast. And I must say that we have some teachers who are real troopers. They volunteered to have pies thrown in their faces and to sit in the dunk tank. Overall, I think it was a real success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad's family also came into town for the weekend. The girls had a great time playing with Nathan and Daniel. And it was nice to get to spend time with Brad's dad, sister, and brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SP0vFlNfO6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/aibx29VbCjY/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259411712773143458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SP0vFlNfO6I/AAAAAAAAAWM/aibx29VbCjY/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My mom was able to have her chemo treatment today. Her blood count is finally up and, hopefully, we will be able to see her sometime this week. It has been a long two weeks of seclusion and the kids and I are ready for a Mimi visit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-5715320531919971953?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/5715320531919971953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=5715320531919971953' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/5715320531919971953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/5715320531919971953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-right-im-not-sure-who-guilty-party.html' title='Life Is Sweet . . .'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SP0vpmSKpGI/AAAAAAAAAWU/nT9uRKNxDO0/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-3454566426890703063</id><published>2008-10-16T19:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:19:18.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much Ado About Nothing</title><content type='html'>Not much has been going on . . . actually, that's not entirely true . . . I guess that a whole lot has been going on, just not much to blog about. I feel like I have been running a race lately, yet somehow, no matter how hard I run, I can't seem to get anywhere. Work has been very busy. It seems like there is no catching up. Which is actually part of the reason that I love my job so much - there is never a dull moment. I actually spent a couple of days this week in Austin serving on a TAKS standards review committee. (For those of you who are non-educators, I'll just say that it was two very LONG and intense days looking at numbers and data to help make a recommendation to the Texas Education Agency as to some changes that need to be made.) It was both frustrating and informative at the same time. I didn't get home until Tuesday night in time to kiss the girls goodnight, unpack, and crash for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad is still working crazy shifts. Honestly, I'm not sure when he is coming and going. It seems that as soon as I have it figured out, they change it for the next week. Needless to say, it hasn't helped the craziness of work and me being out of town. It is funny that I had to catch up on a little of what Brad has been up to by reading Matt and Keely's blog. If you are not a regular reader, it is worth checking out. The link is in my list of favorite blogs, and the post is titled "haircuts". It was quite entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school is having a fall festival this Saturday with hayrides, face painting, and even a dunking booth. Somehow I managed to avoid the dunking booth, but was convinced to participate in the pie in the face booth - can't wait! Hopefully there will NOT be pictures for me to post next week. Brad's family is also planning on coming down for a visit this weekend, so it will be crazy around here with all of our house guests and the carnival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is doing well. She has not been able to have her chemo treatments for the past two weeks, though, because her blood count was too low. Good news - no nausea, bad news - no exposure to germs, which means the rugrats and I are off limits (after all, I am around LOTS of germ carriers all day long). She and my dad were getting a bit of cabin fever this week, though, so they have actually packed up the trailer and gone camping for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I have no real news. Life is good. God continues to amaze us daily as He works in our lives and through the people that he puts us in contact with. I feel blessed. Blessed to be a part of two precious little girls' lives. Blessed to have such an amazing husband who is a super dad and an amazing spiritual leader in our house. Blessed to have friends who have touched my life in so many unexpected ways. Blessed to have a great job that I love where I am able to impact the lives of children and adults in ways that I never expected. Blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-3454566426890703063?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/3454566426890703063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=3454566426890703063' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3454566426890703063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3454566426890703063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-much-has-been-going-on.html' title='Much Ado About Nothing'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-2099845882589274261</id><published>2008-10-03T17:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T17:48:23.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Edible Car Derby</title><content type='html'>An exciting thing happens when you are a second grader at our school - &lt;em&gt;The Incredible Edible Car Derby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, along with a unit of study over force and motion, second graders are all asked to create a car entirely out of edible items. They are allowed to use any kind of food, toothpicks, skewers, and glue. Everyone brings their cars on the same day and there is a competition to see whose car will travel the furthest when released on a ramp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we received the directions a few days ago, I was instantly struck with a brilliant idea. This was the perfect project for Gracie to create with her Paw Paw. It seemed like a perfect bonding experience. Plus, this is right up my dad's alley. After all, he loves to build things and figure out how to make them work(perfectly). So, I dropped her off Wednesday night so that they could work their magic together. Two hours later, when I picked her up, I asked my dad if they had finished. He looked at me like I was crazy and said, "Well no, we have been working on our prototype. She'll have to come back tomorrow so that we can make the final product. I still need to work on the axles to make sure that it drives straight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, when I picked her up, not only had they perfected the "prototype", they had also decorated it with headlights, taillights, and a driver all made out of candy. My dad explained that he had created his own hub caps by filling a small tube with hot glue, pulling it out, and poking a hole in the center. Then as we were leaving he told me to make sure that I didn't let Gracie eat the lifesaver wheels when she was finished with her race. When I asked why he explained, "Well, because I sprayed them with silicone spray so that they would roll better, of course."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253062090991921586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SOagI8yk6bI/AAAAAAAAAV0/IpsVCBQftQ8/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the incredible edible derby was today. Gracie's car made it all the way down the ramp and across part of the floor without falling apart, which is better than a lot of the other cars. It was hilarious, though, to see all of the different creations - a gourd with onion halves as wheels (that one smelled up the entire hallway), a chili pepper with limes as wheels, soggy bananas with who knows what as wheels . . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253062103422037394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SOagJrGJbZI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GMmp-0_JAbU/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253062094937588802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SOagJLfTBEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/t-65JAZ5l28/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie didn't win a ribbon, but I think that the experience was a huge success. She had a great time working on a special project with Paw Paw, and she had many compliments on how cute her car turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks, Paw Paw!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253061325507894290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SOafcZI9nBI/AAAAAAAAAVs/0EmgdfPePGw/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-2099845882589274261?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/2099845882589274261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=2099845882589274261' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2099845882589274261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2099845882589274261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/10/incredible-edible-car-derby.html' title='The Incredible Edible Car Derby'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SOagI8yk6bI/AAAAAAAAAV0/IpsVCBQftQ8/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-4189784295786538412</id><published>2008-09-28T16:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T16:40:01.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Lake</title><content type='html'>Brad, the girls, and I spent the day yesterday at the lake with all of my family. We took the pontoon boat, and at one point the kids were able to get some serious tubing in. Well, serious tubing for my girls . . . probably not too thrilling for some of the seasoned water enthusiasts . . . the pontoon boat is great to fish off of and to casually cruise around the lake in. However, it lacks the "oomph" to really sling anyone around behind it. But, the kids seemed to have fun anyway. Surprisingly, we were actually able to convince Lily to get on for a few minutes. She screamed the entire time, though, and the other kids eventually voted her out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get away for the day. My mom has been pretty sick (nauseous) all week, but she finally felt "normal" again Friday. So, it was great for all of us to get out of town and spend time together relaxing and having fun. Chemo #2 is scheduled for tomorrow. So, we start another round of yucky days . . . pray for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791339009742&amp;amp;site=widget-ce.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791339009742&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p1/2522015791339009742/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791339009742&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p2/2522015791339009742/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2522015791339009742&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ce.slide.com/p4/2522015791339009742/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-4189784295786538412?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4189784295786538412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=4189784295786538412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4189784295786538412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4189784295786538412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/09/brad-girls-and-i-spent-day-yesterday-at.html' title='A Day at the Lake'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-4426086061733502758</id><published>2008-09-23T18:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:32:27.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Update From a "Single" Mom</title><content type='html'>I did not sign up to be a single mom. Although I'm sure that a lot of women out there who are single moms didn't expect to be where they are either. Really, I can't complain too badly. My status is only temporary (thank goodness!). But still, this stinks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad is on the sick and annual leave shift for the next three months, which means who knows what days and times they will have him working. This week he is working from 4 to midnight. So, when we leave for school in the morning he's asleep, when we get home from school he's at work, and when he finally gets home from work we are asleep. I think that he is good . . . at least as far as I can tell from the few brief phone conversations that we have had. But here I am . . . a single mom . . . outnumbered . . . and they know it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had strep throat last week. (Probably from all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;germy&lt;/span&gt; little darlings that I get to "bond" with each day.) So I felt pretty rotten for most of the week. But the antibiotics have kicked in and I am good to go now! Which is good since I am a single mom and seem to have some sort of meeting or somewhere to be every day after school. The good news is that as a single mom I don't have to cook a big dinner at night and can go to bed as soon as I get the kids tucked in and asleep. (Which is my plan for tonight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom started her chemo yesterday. It took most of the day mainly because she had to meet with the doctor and take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; beforehand. So far, so good. She said that she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; most of the night last night, but has been able to sleep today a bit. She will continue to receive treatments once a week for sixteen weeks. One down, fifteen to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-4426086061733502758?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4426086061733502758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=4426086061733502758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4426086061733502758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4426086061733502758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/09/quick-update-from-single-mom.html' title='A Quick Update From a &quot;Single&quot; Mom'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6646967880609446819</id><published>2008-09-14T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:15:47.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Could Be Dangerous!</title><content type='html'>I have always avoided scrapbooking (kinda like I used to avoid blogging). I figured that it was one of those things that the anal, obsessive side of me would get completely wrapped up in. I knew that it could easily become an expensive and overwhelming hobby, so I remained strong and steered clear of anything "scrapbooky". My family photos (sadly) are stuffed in photo albums, piled in boxes, downloaded onto the computer, or still stuck inside the digital camera. There are no fancy backgrounds or decorative cropped pictures. I have played it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until tonight. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The girls and Brad are sound asleep and I got bored. In order to avoid housework and laundry, I decided to check out digital scrapbooking. My sister-in-law is actually an avid scrapbooker and she and I have talked a few times about the many on-line options available. So, I thought that I would check it out. I went to scrapblog.com. I didn't spend too much time . . . I just wanted to give it a quick try to see what it could do. The results are below. It's pretty cool considering I only spent about 10 minutes putting it together. It could be dangerous, though . . . I already feel the need to gather up all of our family photos and start organizing them into some creatively designed scrapblog book . . . HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="312" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=636758&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.scrapblog.com/viewer/viewer_v2_embed.swf?scrapblogId=636758&amp;showShareButton=true&amp;showShareInitially=true&amp;showOnlyShare=false&amp;partnerId=1" width="420" height="312"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-6646967880609446819?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/6646967880609446819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=6646967880609446819' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6646967880609446819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6646967880609446819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-could-be-dangerous.html' title='This Could Be Dangerous!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-133757287064869204</id><published>2008-09-14T15:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:37:42.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii Will, Wii Will Rock You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SM1ytF0bkqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7KJSko4n3Wc/s1600-h/rock-band-game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245975259938263714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SM1ytF0bkqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7KJSko4n3Wc/s320/rock-band-game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wii (I mean We) may have a new addiction . . . Last night we went to some friends' house to play Rock Band.  This was actually our third time to "rock out" - we did it once with a large group of friends and once with the teenage son of some friends, but both times were short jam sessions.  Last night we rocked hard . . . for hours . . . and I think that we may be hooked!  The poor kids kept coming in asking if it was their turn to play, and we kept sending them away telling them maybe in a few minutes.  (Nothing like the adults hogging the video game.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never played Rock Band, you must.  It is ultimate karaoke with a drummer and a guitar player.  It is tons of fun!  I wish that I had taken a camera to catch the live action to share with you.  Oh well, maybe next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-133757287064869204?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/133757287064869204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=133757287064869204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/133757287064869204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/133757287064869204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/09/wii-will-wii-will-rock-you.html' title='Wii Will, Wii Will Rock You!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SM1ytF0bkqI/AAAAAAAAAVU/7KJSko4n3Wc/s72-c/rock-band-game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-807626413619514660</id><published>2008-09-12T17:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T22:21:28.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Super Reader</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245265197380022450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SMrs6AqOMLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jITycdRJHCE/s320/reader.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Did I mention yesterday that Gracie is a super reader? (It's kinda ironic since her second grade class are called the "Super Sewards".)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The official results are in . . . 1 chapter book down, and she made a 90 on the test! What a reader!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-807626413619514660?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/807626413619514660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=807626413619514660' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/807626413619514660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/807626413619514660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-reader.html' title='A Super Reader'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SMrs6AqOMLI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jITycdRJHCE/s72-c/reader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-4772888969074053720</id><published>2008-09-11T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T18:21:23.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Reader</title><content type='html'>Alright, I guess since this is MY blogsite where I can share whatever I feel like sharing, that I won't feel guilty for doing a little motherly bragging today.  You moms out there will understand.  For those of you who aren't, I apologize . . . you may want to skip this one and try back a different day for a different post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie checked out her first chapter book from the school library yesterday.  Not a short picture book, an honest to goodness Junie B. Jones chapter book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244896259814183906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SMmdXBH_0-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ozXcn31ZBZc/s320/junie+b+jones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she hasn't put it down yet!  The last time I checked she was already on chapter 7.  A chapter book!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that it may seem silly for me to feel such overwhelming emotions over a library book, but this is such an accomplishment for Gracie.  She struggled in Kindergarten, to the point that the teacher talked about holding her back.  Her self-confidence was shot.  In fact, one time during church she came to sit with me (leaving the pew where she was sitting with her best friend) to tell me that she was sad because her friend could read and she couldn't.  She hated school.  She cried every day.  I cried every day.  Homework was a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then God shook things up.  I spent a summer in turmoil looking for an assistant principal's position within our district and ended up with three offers.  Initially I leaned toward the "easy" choice of staying at the campus where I had taught for nine years.  After all, I knew all of the staff members, I had a couple of years of experience serving as an administrative intern there, and staying seemed like the best choice.  But God nudged me (gently at first, then a little more firmly through a couple of my mentors) to trust in Him and try something new . . . something that would bless my family and me.  I ended up at one of the elementary campuses in town (elementary . . . like small people . . . REALLY small people for a former sixth grade teacher) that has both a daycare room for Lily and a fabulous support system for Gracie.  (Not to mention that I LOVE the people that I work with.)  And the blessings began to flow . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracie had a fabulous first grade teacher who worked diligently to reach and teach EVERY child in her room.  She also spent the year working with an outside tutor and was pulled daily by the dyslexic therapist at school (another fabulous teacher).  By the end of first grade, she went from a struggling Kindergartener unable to recognize all of the letters and sounds, much less try to put them together into words, to a confident first grader who knew and believed that she could read just like everyone else.  And now, as she is a month into second grade, she continues to gain confidence and shine.  Last week when they tested the kids, she was reading at a second grade level, actually ahead of some of the kids in her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here were are.  I have an excited second grader who loves school, and now she has her first chapter book.  She read after school yesterday afternoon, last night in bed, on the way to school this morning, in the office before school . . . she's a reader!  And to quote &lt;u&gt;The Little Red &lt;/u&gt;Caboose&lt;u&gt;, &lt;/u&gt;a book that my MawMaw read to me as a child, my "heart nearly burst with pride."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-4772888969074053720?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4772888969074053720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=4772888969074053720' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4772888969074053720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4772888969074053720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-little-reader.html' title='My Little Reader'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SMmdXBH_0-I/AAAAAAAAAU8/ozXcn31ZBZc/s72-c/junie+b+jones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-5223217319400048828</id><published>2008-09-07T20:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:28:05.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church at the Lake</title><content type='html'>We had church at the lake today.  Our church family has been doing this for several months now on the first Sunday of each month.  We call it "church out of the box", and this is definitely an appropriate name for it.  It is completely non-traditional, completely spontaneous, and completely wonderful!  It is hard for me to express how God is working through our group.  But I am moved today to try and share the wonders and excitement with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me try to describe church at the lake.  Flip-flops, lawn chairs, dogs, and children everywhere.  We typically set up right next to the lake under the shade of some beautiful (huge) trees.  The worship service is very casual, yet somehow (for me at least) very meaningful.  There are no pews or bulletins, no formal worship service order.  In fact, today we had our "house band" ready to lead the praise and worship time when two other guys showed up with harmonica and guitar in hand . . . so they joined the band for the day.  It was awesome!  God was there mixed in with the beauty of it all.  And as we sang I couldn't help but become overwhelmed by the way that He had brought us all together.  There are so many stories of how God has worked in different families lives to weave together this group of believers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One family, in particular, are fairly new to our group.  They were originally introduced to us through a weekly Bible study that some of the stay at home moms began.  Eventually, the family came to one of our small group pool parties, and they were hooked.  They have recently began attending Sunday morning worship services and God is already using them to make a huge impact on our group.  This precious family decided to share their recent experience with the power of prayer to our group this morning.  (I did mention that we are fairly spontaneous, didn't I?)  So, halfway through the worship service, they took the microphone and shared that their four year old son had been extremely sick the previous week.  In fact, he had spiked an extremely high fever and they had to take him to the emergency room where a battery of tests were given to try and figure out what was wrong with him.  This went on for several days, leaving the family feeling desperate and defeated.  Finally, out of desperation, the father called his grandmother (who he knew had a strong prayer life) and asked her to pray.  A little while later one of the stay at home moms from the Bible study called and asked if she and another mom could come over and pray over their son.  The two moms went to the family's house and said a short and simple prayer over the sick child.  With tears in his eyes and a choked-up voice, the dad explained that before they even finished their prayer his son was sleeping peacefully and that within five minutes his fever had broke for the first time in days.  This experience confirmed to his family the power and love of God and his people.  Isn't God great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I am inspired by church at the lake.  It was such a simple worship service, yet extremely powerful at the same time.  There in His presence, we had a time of sharing, a time of powerful testimony, a time to be real and worship.  It doesn't get much better than that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-5223217319400048828?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/5223217319400048828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=5223217319400048828' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/5223217319400048828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/5223217319400048828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/09/church-at-lake.html' title='Church at the Lake'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-8877712105606608124</id><published>2008-08-30T13:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T14:03:32.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aubrey's Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791336088218&amp;amp;site=widget-9a.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791336088218&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p1/2522015791336088218/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791336088218&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p2/2522015791336088218/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791336088218&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-9a.slide.com/p4/2522015791336088218/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-8877712105606608124?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8877712105606608124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=8877712105606608124' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8877712105606608124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8877712105606608124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='Aubrey&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-4908077927320346515</id><published>2008-08-30T12:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T13:27:07.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing is Impossible</title><content type='html'>As I open my heart and eyes more and more to see God working in my life, I am amazed at the unique way that He puts all of the pieces together. From the crazy twisting of events that led my mom to her early detection of lung cancer to the amazing life changes that Brad and I have been through over the past two years on our spiritual walk, God is definitely at work. And last week He gave me the best gift - it was &lt;strong&gt;exactly &lt;/strong&gt;what I needed. In fact, He used a negative situation for someone else to encourage me in a way that I thought was impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue, I got a text message from Aubrey that she and Jarrod were on their way into town. How does He do it? I had been quietly sulking for a couple of weeks, wishing that I could somehow spend some time with Aubrey. It is hard to explain through words the kind of friendship that we have. Throughout college we spent practically every waking moment together. But more than that, we seem to have an unspoken understanding. She can finish my sentences for me, we thrive on each other's sarcasm, and we always seem to reconnect like no time is lost even when months go by without seeing each other. She and Jarrod live in Illinois, though, and it seems like we are lucky if we get to see each other once a year. So I sulked, wishing that I could see her, but knowing that it was impossible because of the distance between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I didn't consider was that NOTHING is impossible with God. You see, Aubrey and Jarrod are also being challenged now with some very difficult decisions. In fact, they are struggling with a very similar situation to where Brad and I were a year and a half ago. And so God once again took a negative situation and used it for good. While seeking God's plan for their future, He brought Aubrey and Jarrod to Texas for a couple of days. We were able to spend a few hours together talking, laughing, and catching up. And most importantly we were able to spend time sharing our struggles and praying together. It was a time of healing and of comfort. What an awesome God we serve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-4908077927320346515?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4908077927320346515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=4908077927320346515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4908077927320346515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4908077927320346515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/every-cloud-has-silver-lining.html' title='Nothing is Impossible'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-646221821763043213</id><published>2008-08-29T23:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T23:23:33.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom . . .  the Blogger?</title><content type='html'>I spent a few hours at my mom's house tonight helping her journey farther into the world of technology.  Now that she has texting down, it was time to move on to the final frontier . . . blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has decided to create a blog page where she can share her journey with friends and family.  For those of you who are interested, you can check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.mimijoyce.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.mimijoyce.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  She hopes to share her thoughts and feelings up to this point along with updates as she undergoes treatment.  So, take a look and (if you have time) leave her a post.  I know that your support and prayers will be an encouragement to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-646221821763043213?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/646221821763043213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=646221821763043213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/646221821763043213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/646221821763043213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-mom-blogger.html' title='My Mom . . .  the Blogger?'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-3553414209686318534</id><published>2008-08-23T08:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T09:23:40.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelin' The Love</title><content type='html'>Lily and I have been back at school for a week now.  All of our teachers came back on Monday and (finally) the daycare was open again.  My school district actually has daycare for teachers, which has been wonderful the past seven years, especially now that both girls and I are finally on the same campus.  One stop in the morning is great compared to the years that I had to drop each girl off at a different campus and then fight the high school traffic to get across town to my own school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, after I dropped her off and had started working, two of the teachers came walking down the hall toward me laughing.  They also have daughters in the preschool class, and had just come in from dropping them off.   They said that while they were out there, I made an announcement over the intercom to the teachers.  One of them said to Lily, "Hey, Lily, did you hear your mom talking?  Isn't that cool that you can hear her while you are at school?"  Lily's response . . . she rolled her eyes and said (completely unimpressed with me), "Yea, that was my mom.  She talks a lot." Leave it to my precious three-year-old to show me the love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Lily and I have been at school, SuperDad (a.k.a Brad) has been picking up Gracie each morning on his way home from work,  (He is working midnight to 8:00 right now.) and watching her all day until I get home.  The only problem has been that I haven't been home earlier than 8:00 at night all week.  (With a new secretary and office receptionist, life has been pretty hectic trying to get ready for the first day of school.)  Needless to say, SuperDad is pretty sleepy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has an appointment with her oncologist on Monday.  After that we should know the treatment plan and when she will begin chemo.  Please continue your prayers for her complete healing and recovery.  I am confident that God's warriors are fervently lifting her up and that His healing has already begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-3553414209686318534?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/3553414209686318534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=3553414209686318534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3553414209686318534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3553414209686318534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/feelin-love.html' title='Feelin&apos; The Love'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-3544292988731207846</id><published>2008-08-12T21:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T22:07:22.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed Emotions</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am starting to feel like there is some sort of hormone imbalance going on.  One minute I feel elated and hopeful for the future, and the next I am looking for an isolated place to fall apart.  What a roller coaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few hours ago, I posted about the pathology results for my mom.  And honestly, at the time, I felt very hopeful.  The news was not ideal, but was still extremely relieving.  God is truly at work helping us to catch this cancer very early!  I felt good . . . relieved . . . in control of my emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me a little later and told me that the oncologist had already come by her room to talk to her.  He recommends that they wait 4-6 weeks to let her body heal from this surgery and then he will start her on 4 months of chemotherapy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that this was more than likely what he was going to say.  I knew that it was necessary for her to undergo treatment.  But when the words came out of her mouth, it was like the world slowed down and everything was in slow motion.  Chemo . . . . it makes it feel so real.  You would think that the diagnosis last week (which I have already admitted did not go over too well for me) and the major surgery a few days later would have made it feel "real" to me.  But the thought of her undergoing chemo (being sick . . . losing her hair) for the next several months cut deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit here now, letting it all sink in, I still don't know how to express how I feel about it.  I don't doubt that God will take care of us.  He already has.  After all, I am surrounded by an obvious chain of events that have led us to this moment in time.  I truly feel God's presence - His comfort and His peace.  He has answered prayers - not exactly how I had hoped, but He has delivered her from what could have been a much worse situation.  And I praise Him and thank Him for all that He has done.  And in the next breath I feel lost, sad, and alone.  Such a mix of emotions! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that sometimes you just need a good cry, a big margarita, and a blog page to vent through . . . sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-3544292988731207846?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/3544292988731207846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=3544292988731207846' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3544292988731207846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/3544292988731207846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/mixed-emotions.html' title='Mixed Emotions'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-2449786953950753395</id><published>2008-08-12T15:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T16:08:05.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results Are In</title><content type='html'>The doctor came in with the pathology results today.  The cancer had barely started to spread to one of the nearby lymph nodes.  He said that it was also trying to get into a nearby blood vessel, but hadn't made it through yet.  So, they were able to catch it before it had spread too much.  What a blessing!  She will meet with an oncologist next, who will determine how much and what kind of treatment she will require.  The lung doctor said that she would most likely need some sort of chemo (at least) because it had spread some.  She is still in the hospital, but may get to go home tomorrow or the next day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again to all of you for your continued prayers and support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-2449786953950753395?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/2449786953950753395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=2449786953950753395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2449786953950753395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/2449786953950753395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/results-are-in.html' title='The Results Are In'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6239557860195649834</id><published>2008-08-09T19:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T19:46:13.829-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short and Sweet</title><content type='html'>I thought that I ought to give a brief update on my mom.  The surgery went well yesterday - no surprises.  The doctor removed the lower left lobe of her lung and the surrounding lymph nodes.  He said that the pathology results would be in (hopefully) by Tuesday.  These tests will determine if the cancer cells have spread outside of the spot on her lung.  She is still in CVICU (not sure what the CV stands for), but was sitting up (sort of) in a recliner tonight.  She was awake most of the day today and able to enjoy several visitors.  Hopefully she will be moved to a room tomorrow if she continues to recover well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted between hospital visits.  Keep up the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-6239557860195649834?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/6239557860195649834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=6239557860195649834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6239557860195649834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6239557860195649834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/short-and-sweet.html' title='Short and Sweet'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-1420234098001690067</id><published>2008-08-07T21:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:47:05.065-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia! Here I go again . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJu1Il9EUII/AAAAAAAAAUU/EvshBQwCfi4/s1600-h/mamma+mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231974551352791170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJu1Il9EUII/AAAAAAAAAUU/EvshBQwCfi4/s320/mamma+mia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Words cannot express how overwhelmed I am tonight! My mom's surgery is tomorrow morning and, in preperation, she sent out a blanket text to all of her friends inviting them to an impromptu girls' night out. The text read, "Mamma Mia, 5:15 Thursday night at Star Village". (Yes, we "Smith" girls really did love the movie THAT much!) When I showed up, there were three rows of supporters there, and we were the only ones in the theater . . . Isn't God great!?! He gave us a private viewing so that we could laugh and sing together . . . and for an hour and a half forget about the worry of what lies ahead. What amazing friends she has! Even the non musical lover (Who knew there was such a person?) showed up. It was wonderful! And just another reminder of what an awesome God we serve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although the past couple of days have been extremely emotional and at times completely overwhelming, I have been reminded time and time again the power of prayer and the amazing peace that comes with being surrounded by God's people. Thanks to all of you - near or far - I feel God's peace raining down on me with each prayer and encouraging word that you offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-1420234098001690067?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/1420234098001690067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=1420234098001690067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1420234098001690067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1420234098001690067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamm-mia-here-i-go-again.html' title='Mamma Mia! Here I go again . . .'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJu1Il9EUII/AAAAAAAAAUU/EvshBQwCfi4/s72-c/mamma+mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-8864059953371816579</id><published>2008-08-06T10:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:52:13.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJnWCIhLNKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/b7aQbFEZaug/s1600-h/storm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231447774302254242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="291" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJnWCIhLNKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/b7aQbFEZaug/s320/storm2.jpg" width="415" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a rough day. My mom's test results came in, and honestly I was completely unprepared for what we found out. I &lt;strong&gt;knew&lt;/strong&gt; that everything was going to be fine. I was convinced that we were going to hear that all was well and would be able to finally put this behind us and move on. After all, we had many people praying for her healing, the doctor who performed the biopsy was fairly confident in what he saw, and I knew that God did not want my mother to have to battle cancer - not now, not while she is still so young. So, my mind was made up that the results would be positive. She would be fine. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How quickly things change! She has a malignant tumor on the lower left lobe of her lung. She will go in this Friday to have the lobe and surrounding lymph nodes removed. After that, the doctor will determine what happens next based on what he finds during the surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll admit, yesterday was a bad day! I melted. I was shocked. How could this happen? Everything I found on the Internet added to my panic. I couldn't see past the news to do anything but sit and cry. Friends called and sent me text messages as the news spread, but I couldn't respond . . . I didn't know what to say. I finally called Keely, only to sob into the phone, and she and Matt came over immediately. They sat with Brad and I, and talked, and prayed. And suddenly, I felt a hint of peace . . . it's amazing what prayer can do and how God can use people at the right moment to say the right thing to remind you that He is right there. Later we went to my mom's house and were surrounded with a houseful of family friends who showed up to offer food and support. Again, I was reminded of all of the blessings that we have. I have been overwhelmed by the response of people who have contacted me to offer their prayers and support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, the fear has subsided. No, it's not gone, but God has shown me that He has a plan. I don't know where we will go from here. But I do know that we will be alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And looking back, it is amazing how this story has unfolded. This "spot" on her lung might have gone undetected for a long time. You see, God has been at work all along. My mom was actually in a car wreck several months ago. She was hit by an uninsured, unlicensed driver and it totaled her truck. At the time, it was a terrible and expensive inconvenience. As a result of the wreck, she began to have shoulder pain and numbness in one arm. She eventually had to have surgery to have a plate put along the top of her spine to repair the damaged disks from the wreck. (Did I mention that this wreck was an expensive inconvenience?) Well, during a pre-op MRI, they noticed a shadow in her lung . . . I have read enough info on the Internet to know that oftentimes, lung cancer is not detected until it is too late. This is because by the time a patient is showing symptoms, it has usually spread and grown. But we caught it early. All because of the uninsured and unlicensed driver - bless her heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Casting Crowns. One of my favorite songs by them is "Praise You In This Storm". And as I woke up this morning, and felt God's peace, this song immediately began to play in my mind. So, I decided to close with the lyrics to the chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll praise You in this storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I will lift my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For You are who You are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter where I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every tear I've cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You hold in Your hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You never left my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And though my heart is torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will praise you in this storm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-8864059953371816579?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/8864059953371816579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=8864059953371816579' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8864059953371816579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/8864059953371816579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-this-storm.html' title='In This Storm'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJnWCIhLNKI/AAAAAAAAAUM/b7aQbFEZaug/s72-c/storm2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-4422650112808879810</id><published>2008-08-04T14:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:49:41.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJdqqnC9uMI/AAAAAAAAATw/10OWQ39UGyE/s1600-h/bride+and+groom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230766772482586818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJdqqnC9uMI/AAAAAAAAATw/10OWQ39UGyE/s320/bride+and+groom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two little words that couples say as they commit to spending the rest of their life with the person that they love . . . through sickness and in health, in good times and in bad . . . "I do". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But do they really mean it? It seems that I have heard a lot lately about marriages that are in trouble. At church, with groups of friends, and even talking to family members, it seems like somewhere in the conversations are prayer requests for someone's troubled marriage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brad and I are in our 9th year together, and we will be the first to admit that there have been good times and bad. It's hard work. And I don't remember anyone warning me about the hard parts when I was single. Or maybe I tuned it out along with the warnings to never eat pizza on a date . . . (it is possible that I made a mess of pizza once upon a time when I ate it).   Then we got married and Satan began his attack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking back, Brad and I have come so far. We have soared together above the mountaintops and fought hard to climb out of the valleys. I have watched him grow from a timid guy who occasionally went to church (probably to check out all of the single girls) to a strong leader in our church family. To be quite honest, he has far exceeded my expectations of the possibility of his spiritual leadership in our family and among our friends. Shame on me for limiting what God can do through someone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know that God has amazing things in store for us as we continue together. No, we don't always agree (in fact, some of our friends enjoy watching our battle of wills at times). But "I do" love him through it all . . . in sickness and in health, through the good times and bad . . . And I am confident that he loves me, too! But pray for us and our marriage . . . God knows we need it.   And if you are married, it is my prayer that He blesses yours as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-4422650112808879810?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4422650112808879810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=4422650112808879810' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4422650112808879810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4422650112808879810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-do.html' title='I Do'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJdqqnC9uMI/AAAAAAAAATw/10OWQ39UGyE/s72-c/bride+and+groom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6171439778488686429</id><published>2008-07-31T10:41:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:25:16.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much is going on these days. We are on the home stretch before school starts up again. I actually go back to work next week for pre-registration. So the girls and I are trying to cram in as many pajama days as possible before we get back to the daily grind. Gracie will start 2nd grade in August. It was amazing one day this summer when she instantly turned into a 2nd grader. She was telling me a story, and suddenly (mid-story) she began to talk and look like a 2nd grader - snaggly teeth and all. Lily is totally 3, opinionated, stubborn . . . a mess! Good luck to her pre-school teachers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJHl8PyAGcI/AAAAAAAAATY/amWcprog4U4/s1600-h/Summer+2008+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229213465545021890" style="WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="146" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJHl8PyAGcI/AAAAAAAAATY/amWcprog4U4/s320/Summer+2008+104.JPG" width="263" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJHmS_6vCfI/AAAAAAAAATg/sqXut43Hy5Y/s1600-h/Summer+2008+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229213856423676402" style="WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" height="185" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJHmS_6vCfI/AAAAAAAAATg/sqXut43Hy5Y/s320/Summer+2008+031.JPG" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom's biopsy was yesterday. It went well, no complications. The doctor was pretty positive about what he saw, so hopefully the test results will prove that she is fine. It may be a week or two before we get the official results back, though. Thank you to everyone for your prayers, e-mails, texts, and support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-6171439778488686429?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/6171439778488686429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=6171439778488686429' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6171439778488686429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6171439778488686429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/07/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SJHl8PyAGcI/AAAAAAAAATY/amWcprog4U4/s72-c/Summer+2008+104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-40346345244044231</id><published>2008-07-25T17:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:15:47.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamma mia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='testing'/><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIs5Q-YYsZI/AAAAAAAAARc/EMlRJfv5GY0/s1600-h/mamma+mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIs5Ld6UmuI/AAAAAAAAARU/_qkkAKATf2U/s1600-h/mamma+mia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227334661664185058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIs5Ld6UmuI/AAAAAAAAARU/_qkkAKATf2U/s200/mamma+mia.jpg" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie was fabulous! My mom, sister, and I had an impromptu girls' night out and decided we would give it a shot. We could sing along with most of the songs, which is always a plus for the "Smith" girls, and we laughed out loud through the entire movie. We actually don't get out often (just the girls) without the rest of the crew, so it was nice to do something together that the three of us all enjoyed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It ended up serving as a great distraction the night before my mom went to see her specialist to get the results of her "pet scan". (No, it doesn't involve man's best friend.) Apparently live (possibly cancerous) cells love sugar. So during the pet scan, they injected sugar into her body and watched to see where it went and if it attracted to any cells. Hers did clump up around the suspicious spot on her lungs. So, the next step is to have a needle biopsy so that the doctor can determine exactly what type of cells we are dealing with and where to go from here. This biopsy is scheduled for next week. Please continue to pray for her healing as well as comfort and strength as we all wait in limbo for the results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-40346345244044231?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/40346345244044231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=40346345244044231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/40346345244044231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/40346345244044231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/07/movie-was-fabulous-my-mom-sister-and-i.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIs5Ld6UmuI/AAAAAAAAARU/_qkkAKATf2U/s72-c/mamma+mia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-7765873866372691271</id><published>2008-07-20T17:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T08:14:00.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Colorado Vacation Shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;noautoplay=1&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbarollmann%2Falbumid%2F5225215102914452689%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-7765873866372691271?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/7765873866372691271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=7765873866372691271' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/7765873866372691271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/7765873866372691271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/07/colorado-vacation-shots.html' title='Colorado Vacation Shots'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-1570093421879697253</id><published>2008-07-18T19:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:01:15.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><title type='text'>The Rollmann's Hit the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224516089600754626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE1s-v3Q8I/AAAAAAAAADc/iAkHODGFuMM/s200/Colorado+2008+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Colorado is beautiful! We have had a blast and totally enjoyed the change of scenery. We have spent the past week in Granby, Colorado (near Winter Park). The picture below is the view from the pool at our condo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224516790332148130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE2VxLPyaI/AAAAAAAAADs/S_GMN-RsKYA/s200/Colorado+2008+036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we rode the chairlift to the top of the mountain . . . quite an experience . . . (who knew that Brad was so afraid of heights). At the top, we walked the trails and took a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224516454533969474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE2COOuNkI/AAAAAAAAADk/Ea8lxAsyIbw/s200/Colorado+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we drove to Breckenridge and rented a jeep for the day. It was definitely an adventure! There were moments of terror as we hopped and slipped through narrow passages, wondering if we were still on the trail or not. Then there was the moment panic when (after slamming the bottom of our jeep on a huge boulder) Brad calmly told me that we were out of gas . . . OUT OF GAS . . . in the middle of nowhere, on the steepest hill in Colorado, with no one in sight . . . We turned off the jeep, got out to "discuss" the issue, and I began to PANIC!! We decided to get back in and try to keep going (since there really weren't many other options). When Brad turned the jeep back on, the gage started working again and showed that we still had plenty of gas. At that point, I was ready to find an "easy" trail . . . forget this "moderate" stuff!! We eventually found our way out of that trail and enjoyed a few hours of easy 4-wheeling. While we were clinging for dear life, we didn't stop to take any pictures, but here is one of the girls later enjoying the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224517803390616402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE3QvHNQ1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/nuObD9n_Q8Q/s200/Colorado+2008+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (our last day) we went 4-wheeling. It was overwhelmingly our favorite day of the trip. We all had a blast riding. Our timing probably wasn't the best, though, because we were on the trial during prime nap time. At one point Brad actually had to pull over to figure out why Lily kept rocking back and forth. She told him that she was tired and he knew that all of the head bobbing was because she had fallen asleep. But when she was awake, she insisted that we "go faster".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224517981446407346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE3bGbBBLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Wl1B5WHNHbI/s200/Colorado+2008+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE31Z-omxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rAmkH_siPkM/s1600-h/Colorado+2008+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224518433372674834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="183" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE31Z-omxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rAmkH_siPkM/s200/Colorado+2008+068.JPG" width="243" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At one point, Brad actually let Gracie take the wheel. It was a little frightening when they sped past me and he held his hands up to show me that she was in control. She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE3sZKAVcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rpe_1-zKl1M/s1600-h/Colorado+2008+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224518278533109186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE3sZKAVcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/rpe_1-zKl1M/s200/Colorado+2008+069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a great time, but are anxious to be home. The girls can't wait to see Mimi and PawPaw and pet Sadie, and Brad and I are ready to sleep in our own bed. Colorado is great, but there is nothing like home sweet home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-1570093421879697253?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/1570093421879697253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=1570093421879697253' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1570093421879697253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/1570093421879697253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title='The Rollmann&apos;s Hit the Road'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIE1s-v3Q8I/AAAAAAAAADc/iAkHODGFuMM/s72-c/Colorado+2008+014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-4806800604602038273</id><published>2008-07-08T10:56:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:00:50.038-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anne of Green Gables'/><title type='text'>Kindred Spirits</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SHOPEofNxVI/AAAAAAAAADE/DIm5aMvsqWU/s1600-h/7-8-08+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220673702803129682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SHOPEofNxVI/AAAAAAAAADE/DIm5aMvsqWU/s200/7-8-08+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SHOO75qm8gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lW91k1uJQJ4/s1600-h/7-8-08+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220673552795496962" style="CURSOR: hand" height="175" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SHOO75qm8gI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lW91k1uJQJ4/s200/7-8-08+006.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew? After 26 years I'm pretty sure that our moms would still ground us if we didn't make up and become friends again. But I guess that they knew what they were doing. After all, they are the ones who forced us to watch Anne of Green Gables in the first place. (Which is where the quote, "I think you may be a kindred spirit after all" came from.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed to look back over the years and see how God has been working. It is hard to put into words the bond that we have. Keely's dad and my mom were actually friends growing up, who lost track of each other after high school until her parents moved back to Azle when I was in the 2nd grade. Their friendship was renewed and Keely and I began a friendship that is still going strong. We grew up together, and at times were inseparable. We were baptized on the same day, along with Keely's dad. And today our husbands are great friends as well as our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their family is precious to us. It is so unique to have a family that totally "gets" you and loves you - the good and the bad. Through the past couple of years they have challenged us and loved us as we have grown spiritually and had our eyes opened to many new possibilities. I am aware now of God's hand working on us from day one. I know that Brad and I wouldn't be where we are today without His help and this precious family that he knew we would need in our lives. And I can't wait to see where he will take us from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another great Anne of Green Gables quote . . . "Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SHOdDX7IptI/AAAAAAAAADM/sMebgfpGLBI/s1600-h/Anne+of+Green+Gables.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220689355111812770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SHOdTt4aTqI/AAAAAAAAADU/ha-a30ttM0U/s200/Anne+of+Green+Gables.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-4806800604602038273?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/4806800604602038273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=4806800604602038273' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4806800604602038273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/4806800604602038273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/07/kindred-spirits.html' title='Kindred Spirits'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SHOPEofNxVI/AAAAAAAAADE/DIm5aMvsqWU/s72-c/7-8-08+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6910390901330705474</id><published>2008-07-02T20:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:38:40.404-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='active board'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Antonio'/><title type='text'>And the winner is . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SGwqePjUs0I/AAAAAAAAACk/3IWd6U49SZA/s1600-h/san+antonio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218592767274693442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SGwqePjUs0I/AAAAAAAAACk/3IWd6U49SZA/s200/san+antonio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the past five days in San Antonio at a technology conference with a few people from our school district. Overall it was an overwhelming experience. I typically consider myself somewhat computer savvy . . . I &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; know how to use my IPOD and I have figured out &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; of the features on my blackberry. But I had NO CLUE what all is actually out there. We had a good time, but for the most part were blown away by the available technology and lack of money to purchase any of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most exciting news, though, is that while we were there we happened to walk by one of the thousands of vendor booths to watch a demonstration at the end of the day. After the demonstration, we added the product to one of the things that we would love to have but have no money to buy. Our demo rep convinced us to stick around for a few minutes, though, to enter a drawing (along with the hundreds of other people who had wondered through during the day) for one of ten prizes they were giving away as they wrapped up the first full day of the convention. So we stayed. They drew names and called people up to "reveal" the prize that they won . . . we sat and oohed and awed with the crowd. After 7 winners names were drawn, the girl beside me said, "I don't know why we're here. I never win anything." I agreed with her and picked up my phone to listen to a voicemail from Brad. That's when they called my name! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually won one of the BIG prizes. It is a free active board. (Like a computer merged with a dry erase marker board. Completely interactive.) They are too cool! Take a look at this video if you don't know what one is: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIUci7bj6Og&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIUci7bj6Og&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt; . Anyway, I'm thrilled to be home. It was a great adventure, but I missed Brad and the girls tremendously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-6910390901330705474?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/6910390901330705474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=6910390901330705474' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6910390901330705474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6910390901330705474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-winner-is.html' title='And the winner is . . .'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SGwqePjUs0I/AAAAAAAAACk/3IWd6U49SZA/s72-c/san+antonio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-9205062507869254589</id><published>2008-06-26T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:28:26.915-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SGPtH6y_FhI/AAAAAAAAACU/mj8vNcEGcrA/s1600-h/Summer+2008+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216273513723139602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SGPtH6y_FhI/AAAAAAAAACU/mj8vNcEGcrA/s200/Summer+2008+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom called this morning to let me know that her doctor contacted her regarding a suspicious "spot" on a recent chest scan. Apparently there is something in one of her lungs and she will need to have a biopsy or pet scan to determine what it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that moment Satan starting trying to creep in . . . trying to convince me that this would ultimately end up bad. But I don't believe that! Satan has no power over me or my family!  My prayer today is that God will heal her of whatever may be wrong. I believe that she will be fine. I know that prayer is powerful and that God still works miracles today. Please join me in this prayer for strength, health, and peace in His presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-9205062507869254589?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/9205062507869254589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=9205062507869254589' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/9205062507869254589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/9205062507869254589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SGPtH6y_FhI/AAAAAAAAACU/mj8vNcEGcrA/s72-c/Summer+2008+057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-737036076115403620.post-6277996477559007938</id><published>2008-06-25T10:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:14:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go!</title><content type='html'>Alright, I have avoided starting a blog site for quite a while now . . . using the "grad school" excuse, "demands of a new job" excuse, and the ongoing "who has the time" excuse. But I think that the time has finally come. I will give it a try. No promises! Brad and I actually love keeping up with our friends through their blogs, so I guess that it is time that I contribute to the cause. I can't promise that you will read any deep thoughts here . . . but we will try to entertain with a few updates on the craziness we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is in full swing now. We spent last week at the lake with the Carrs and had a fabulous time! We spent the week on a boat or a floaty - what a life! Then my parents, Starla and her family, and the Gearys came up for the weekend. The kids all took turns on the giant tube and had a blast until the last day when Brad's boat's engine quit working. (I'm still waiting to hear how much that little glitch is going to cost us.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starla and I decided to take the kids to the zoo yesterday. Actually, Starla convinced me to go . . . spending the day in the hot sun walking around stinky animals is not my first choice of how to spend the day. But we had a great time! The kids were great - no meltdowns or arguing . . . who knew we could get along so well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215855022403399106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SGJwghJKrcI/AAAAAAAAABo/p0xypnFodOc/s200/Summer+2008+102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/737036076115403620-6277996477559007938?l=barollmann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/feeds/6277996477559007938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=737036076115403620&amp;postID=6277996477559007938' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6277996477559007938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/737036076115403620/posts/default/6277996477559007938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barollmann.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-we-go.html' title='Here we go!'/><author><name>Brad and Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14447788598017497854</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SIFph5PACLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/Ka-zodAYTUI/S220/Family.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GldkvJkHsCk/SGJwghJKrcI/AAAAAAAAABo/p0xypnFodOc/s72-c/Summer+2008+102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
