<?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-5723868614178606142</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:05:55.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Slater Family</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories of our life in Upstate New York</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-6477183899422368258</id><published>2010-04-28T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:34:44.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/S9zx9C7SXyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VZnqPiKOvj8/s1600/Chaz+9+months+old+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/S9zx9C7SXyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VZnqPiKOvj8/s320/Chaz+9+months+old+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466510078780792610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I am not good at all keeping up with this blog.  The months have seemed to fly by since I posted about the birth of our son, Chaz.  He is now 9 months old.  I do not know where the time went.  Although I have tried to savor every moment of his precious life, it seems to go flying past me.  I look at his newborn pictures and wish I had stamped the image of him at that age in my mind more than I did.  I mean, I was paying attention!  He is just growing way to fast.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being a stay at home mom.  I love taking care of my son.  I would not have it any other way.  The one thing that is the hardest is being here alone a lot since we only have one car.  I try not to think about it, but there are times that it gets the better of me.  I guess there are some times that I just wish I had some interaction with other people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this stage in the life of Chaz, he is trying to cut teeth.  He slobbers, chews and fusses at times, and still no teeth!  He rolls around all over the floor and will push himself forward with his feet.  Crawling is coming soon, I'm sure.  He says "dada" (much to the delight of his father).  He said "Mama" a few times when he was younger.  I think it was just a trick though!  He has not said it since.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at my son and I am so thankful for him.  God knew just what I needed at this point in my life.  I did not know I needed him until God gave us him.  Isn't it funny how we seem to have our lives all planned out and then realize that we are not the ones that should do the planning?  It is up to us to follow the plan [that God gives us].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-6477183899422368258?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/6477183899422368258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=6477183899422368258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6477183899422368258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6477183899422368258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2010/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/S9zx9C7SXyI/AAAAAAAAAHM/VZnqPiKOvj8/s72-c/Chaz+9+months+old+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-5766936142365731657</id><published>2009-08-09T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:19:32.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming Baby Chaz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441334f444d334e7a593d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Welcome Baby Chaz" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441334f444d334e7a593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-5766936142365731657?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/5766936142365731657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=5766936142365731657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/5766936142365731657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/5766936142365731657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcoming-baby-chaz.html' title='Welcoming Baby Chaz'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-6648217255288134278</id><published>2009-07-31T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:18:21.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For this child we have prayed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/SnOINsue_MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_Cv-Wis-nMI/s1600-h/Baby+Chaz+in+hospital+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/SnOINsue_MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_Cv-Wis-nMI/s320/Baby+Chaz+in+hospital+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364781350054198466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/SnOIECkMdYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Yq72l884kww/s1600-h/Baby+Chaz+in+hospital+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/SnOIECkMdYI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Yq72l884kww/s320/Baby+Chaz+in+hospital+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364781184117929346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are proud to announce the birth of our son, Donald Charles Slater, III.  We are calling him "Chaz".  He was born at Albany Medical Center on July 28, 2009 weighing 10 lbs and 3 ozs and is 20 inches long.  We feel so blessed and completely full of joy as we celebrate this new life God has so graciously given to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-6648217255288134278?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/6648217255288134278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=6648217255288134278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6648217255288134278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6648217255288134278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-this-child-we-have-prayed.html' title='For this child we have prayed...'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/SnOINsue_MI/AAAAAAAAAGk/_Cv-Wis-nMI/s72-c/Baby+Chaz+in+hospital+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-5863171632739567843</id><published>2009-07-20T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:38:00.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nursery</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441304e7a4d324d6a513d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Baby Chaz's Nursery" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441304e7a4d324d6a513d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple weeks I have been diligently working on the nursery.  I guess you can say I am getting into that "nesting" mode.  I want everything to be ready ahead of schedule so that when I bring our baby home it will all be ready.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been painting a few things that I will use to decorate with.  I found some pictures online that I really liked and then I saw the price of them and was not about to pay $60.00 for one portrait.  So, I got crafty and went to Michael's and bought some little canvases and decided to paint the pictures myself.  I think they turned out pretty good.  I am not a Picaso but had a good time painting them.  I still have to get some picture hangars and hang all my creations on the walls of the nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am happy to report that all the baby's clothes are washed and put away.  All of my spots to put things are completely full though.  I have to go and get a dresser since I am out of space in the little wardrobe I have.  Baby Chaz certainly is not lacking in the clothes department.  We truly are blessed to have had so many clothes, etc given to us at the baby shower.  Also, my sister-in-law gave us several boxes of clothes that her 2 year old outgrew.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was outside today sanding another project I am working on for the baby's room.  It is a little 4 drawer night stand.  It will come in handy for sure.  I definitely need the drawer space.  I am going to paint it to match the colors in the room.  I will have to post pics of it when I am finished.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is on and I am more than ready to have this baby and bring him home.  I give thanks to God for His help for getting me this far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-5863171632739567843?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/5863171632739567843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=5863171632739567843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/5863171632739567843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/5863171632739567843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/07/nursery.html' title='The Nursery'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-1828011993670440413</id><published>2009-05-27T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:42:56.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a BIG boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/Sh1Qx87rB8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ASl3TGSe2qc/s1600-h/28+weeks+5+days+pic2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/Sh1Qx87rB8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ASl3TGSe2qc/s200/28+weeks+5+days+pic2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340513552231499714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doctor yet again this week.  When I was having my ultra-sound the tech told me that this is the week that they need to measure the baby again.  After taking the measurements, she told me that the baby weighs 4 lbs, 1 oz.  And that he is a big boy!  Wow!  They are supposed to induce me early and I am glad of that.  I have a feeling he is going to be huge! Being diabetic, I am not surprised that he is big.  That usually is the case.  I am just 29 weeks(tomorrow).  They will do another ultra-sound to check growth again in 3 weeks.  I guess that will tell us more.  I am just glad that all is well and he is a healthy baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting 2 pictures that the tech gave me yesterday.  It has been a while since I have gotten any pics.  While she was doing the ultra-sound, we could see the baby open and close his mouth.  He was swallowing.  I could see his little tongue.  The tech showed us white stuff on his head and said that is the baby's hair!  Yay!  He has hair.  I hope he has lots of it!  I am so pleased that we got to see so much yesterday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very pleased that my mom was here from Ohio and got to come with me and see too.  She left and went back yesterday after we came back from my appointment.  She came here to help me get the nursery ready.  She painted the room and it looks terrific!  The color of paint I chose is Shasta Daisy.  It is a very pale yellow and looks creamy in some light.  Now I have to order the bedding and get the furniture in there.  I will post pics when I have it ready.  I cannot wait to have it all done!  I am getting more and more excited to meet our little one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-1828011993670440413?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/1828011993670440413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=1828011993670440413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1828011993670440413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1828011993670440413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/05/hes-big-boy.html' title='He&apos;s a BIG boy!'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/Sh1Qx87rB8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/ASl3TGSe2qc/s72-c/28+weeks+5+days+pic2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-171749200660495049</id><published>2009-05-19T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:15:26.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting near the finish line!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to my weekly doctor appointment.  I got my usual ultra-sound and progesterone shot.  I also talked to the doctor.  I usually do not see a doctor every week but since I am getting close to the end of my pregnancy, I will start seeing him more.  We talked about what is going to start happening in the next few weeks.  On my 37th week, I will have the cerclage removed.  That is the stitching they put around my cervix to keep it closed. This will be the week of July 20th. If I do not go into labor at that point, then I am scheduled the 4th of August to be induced!  I hope that I will go into labor on my own, but if not I at least know I will not have to go to my due date of August 13th.  So, this really means that I have about 9 to 10 and a half weeks to go before our little bundle arrives.  I am getting excited to meet this little boy that God is so graciously blessing us with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-171749200660495049?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/171749200660495049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=171749200660495049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/171749200660495049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/171749200660495049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/05/getting-near-finish-line.html' title='Getting near the finish line!'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-4742331805064419884</id><published>2009-05-01T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:04:40.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it!  We are having a...</title><content type='html'>BOY!!!  I never in my wildest imagination thought that I would be pregnant again let alone find out that we are having a son.  When I found out I was pregnant I wanted it to be a boy.  When the ultra-sound tech told me that it was a boy, I thought, " what do I do with a boy!"  I know that is funny, but I have never had a son.  My daughter is grown and all I have ever known is having a daughter.  I am very, very happy about the fact that I am giving my husband a son.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday, I am 25 weeks pregnant.  At 37 weeks I will have the cerclage (stitches) taken out and after that, anything could happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that all goes well with my delivery and that the baby does not get too big since I am diabetic.  It is also scary to think that when I had Krystle, she weighed 8 lbs. and 1/2 and ounce. I have heard that babies get bigger as you go.  And when Don was born, he weighed almost 10 pounds!  I just hope the size my husband was when he was born does not have a bearing on how much this baby will weigh!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling this little one kick me all the time.  He kicks so hard sometimes that it actually startles me!  I love feeling his kicks.  So does his daddy.  Though sometimes he is stubborn and will kick as soon as his daddy takes his hand off my tummy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We feel so blessed and are anxiously waiting the birth of our little boy.  Please continue to keep us in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-4742331805064419884?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/4742331805064419884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=4742331805064419884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/4742331805064419884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/4742331805064419884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-believe-it-we-are-having.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it!  We are having a...'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-822643077875855317</id><published>2009-03-25T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T10:34:31.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/ScprHKUETdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lCiglX8G54o/s1600-h/19weeks4days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/ScprHKUETdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lCiglX8G54o/s320/19weeks4days.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317180080836070866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 20 week ultra sound this week.  They check the baby completely.  It takes quite a while and it you want to know the sex of the baby, they will tell you.  Well, we are having a...... BABY!  lol  We are keeping the sex of our baby a secret for now.  Keep checking back and when we are ready we will be telling everyone!  We are so blessed to have this baby coming into our lives.  I look at this picture and am amazed at its beautiful, little face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-822643077875855317?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/822643077875855317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=822643077875855317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/822643077875855317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/822643077875855317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/03/baby-face.html' title='Baby Face'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/ScprHKUETdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lCiglX8G54o/s72-c/19weeks4days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-8441526730616339923</id><published>2009-03-02T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T15:19:38.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing</title><content type='html'>I wish I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound of your giggle&lt;br /&gt;See you down on the floor playing with your Daddy&lt;br /&gt;See the look on your face when I tell you that you are going to have a new brother or sister&lt;br /&gt;See you open your presents today on your birthday&lt;br /&gt;Take you to church and teach you about Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Teach you how to bake cookies&lt;br /&gt;Watch you play in the snow&lt;br /&gt;Take you camping and see you make your first s'more by the campfire&lt;br /&gt;Hear you call me Mommy&lt;br /&gt;See how messy you get making mud pies&lt;br /&gt;Know if you have bouncy curls like your sister&lt;br /&gt;See your daddy teach you how to ride your bicycle&lt;br /&gt;Know why you cannot be here with us...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wish is to desire or long for something. To dream about something that you have hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;Today is the seventh birthday of our daughter, Jenna. She gets to celebrate her birthday in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;And I will remember her and wish... and celebrate her in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna Faith Slater was born sleeping on March 2, 2002&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-8441526730616339923?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/8441526730616339923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=8441526730616339923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/8441526730616339923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/8441526730616339923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/03/wishing.html' title='Wishing'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-2054472658247853919</id><published>2009-02-26T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:53:52.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months</title><content type='html'>I am excited to share with you that my husband, Don and I are going to be parents!!!!  As of today, I am 4 months pregnant.  It is hard to believe at my age I am going to be a mommy again.  God has plans for me that I never even though of.  I ask for your prayers.  I am a high-risk pregnancy.  I had what is called a cerclage done almost 3 weeks ago.  That is where they stitch your cervix closed to prevent early dilation.  I am also an insulin dependent diabetic and have high blood pressure.  We are praying for a healthy baby.  God knows how our hearts were broken 7 years ago when we lost our baby daughter, Jenna.  Please remember us in your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-2054472658247853919?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/2054472658247853919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=2054472658247853919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2054472658247853919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2054472658247853919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/02/4-months.html' title='4 Months'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-6863170201154391768</id><published>2009-02-03T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:20:38.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Winter</title><content type='html'>Well, it is now February.  We made it through the blustery month of January with it's blowing snow and frigid temperatures.  As I am sure you all know, Punxatawney Phil's report says that we have at least 6 more weeks of winter.  If you live in New York like I do, it is to be expected!  One thing I have realized since I moved here seven years ago is that we have a long winter and a short spring.  Even in late August there are leaves that already start to change.  It makes me miss the mid-west where I was born and raised.  I don't know about you, but I am ready to come out of hibernation and see some daffodils in bloom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-6863170201154391768?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/6863170201154391768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=6863170201154391768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6863170201154391768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6863170201154391768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-winter.html' title='The Long Winter'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-1189518301749901942</id><published>2009-01-08T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:32:03.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe that another year has passed us by already.  I am so thankful for the many blessings that God brought our way last year.  I cannot say there were not any difficult times.  That would mean my life is a "bed of roses"!  Let's just say that the last two months of 2008 were so great that it made me mostly forget all the things about 2008 that I would rather forget!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;great expectations&lt;/span&gt;" for this new year!  There is alot to be excited about.  So- keep us in your prayers.  There are changes coming our way.  We give God all the glory for his many blessings in our lives.  My prayer for each one of my family and friends is that God will be at the center of your lives and that He will richly bless each and every one of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-1189518301749901942?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/1189518301749901942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=1189518301749901942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1189518301749901942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1189518301749901942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-beginnings.html' title='New Year, New Beginnings'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-4209257621588045372</id><published>2008-12-06T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T19:41:04.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>As you can see, I have been out of the blogging world for a while.  I have managed though to change the background of my blog to the current season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got moved into our beautiful new home!  There are still boxes that have to be unpacked.  I have the most important things unpacked, but there are those things that you do not use on a daily basis that I have neglected getting finished.  I would probably be better off if I just took some of the things to the Salvation Army.....  This week I will get out of procrastination mode and get organized.  After all, it was decided that our family Christmas would be at our house since we have more room!!!  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post pics soon of our new place.  I am so thankful to God that we have a nice, clean and dry (literally) place to live. God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A wonderful Savior is Jesus my Lord,&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful Savior to me;&lt;br /&gt;  He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock,&lt;br /&gt;Where rivers of pleasure I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hideth my soul in the cleft of the rock&lt;br /&gt;  That shadows a dry, thirsty land;&lt;br /&gt;He hideth my life in the depths of His love,&lt;br /&gt;  And covers me there with His hand,&lt;br /&gt;And covers me there with His hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-4209257621588045372?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/4209257621588045372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=4209257621588045372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/4209257621588045372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/4209257621588045372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-6067405686355124391</id><published>2008-10-19T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T11:52:52.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Lord for all your many blessings!</title><content type='html'>I went to church this morning as I do every Sunday.  I have to admit that when I arrived there, I was not feeling so wonderful.  I wanted to be there.  My mind just was not really there and in tune with what was going on around me.  I was actually even feeling a little sorry for myself.  As we started to sing, I joined in.  As we voiced our prayer requests, I spoke out what my requests were. As the service progressed, I started feeling much better.   The pastor's sermons have been about witnessing to those around us and those of us that wanted to, came up front for prayer.  At the close of the prayer, one dear Christian woman said for me to come over to her and asked the ladies to gather round.  She and the other women had prayer with me.  My heart has been heavy lately concerning a few things in mine and my husbands life.  One of them is our housing situation.  I PRAISE GOD for that dear lady in my church who has a knowledge of the power of prayer and took me under her wing this morning.  God already started answering prayer BEFORE I got out of the church doors.  I want to walk through all the open doors God leads me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the morning bring me word of your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you.  Show me the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul.  &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 143:8  NIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-6067405686355124391?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/6067405686355124391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=6067405686355124391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6067405686355124391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6067405686355124391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-lord-for-all-your-many.html' title='Thank you, Lord for all your many blessings!'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-5772547720280822319</id><published>2008-10-14T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:48:08.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Sunset Drive</title><content type='html'>When I last posted, I wanted to add some pictures but I did not have any to add.  Today I went for a sunset drive to catch some of the beautiful scenes around where I live.  I hope you enjoy the pics as much as I enjoyed the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e446b344d6a55314f413d3d0d0a&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Fall Sunset Drive" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e446b344d6a55314f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-5772547720280822319?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/5772547720280822319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=5772547720280822319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/5772547720280822319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/5772547720280822319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/10/make-smilebox-slideshow.html' title='Fall Sunset Drive'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-2765561735119785959</id><published>2008-10-11T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T07:26:28.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn in New York</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year. The leaves are really starting to be beautiful. I was cleaning at one of my jobs this week and I opened the front door and the scent that hit me in the face was a scent that I wish Yankee Candle could capture. It was that spicy outdoor fall smell. It was awesome. A neat thought just came to me. I think I was smelling God's potpourri!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving last night at sunset. It was amazing to see how beautiful the sun was as it was shining on the colorful leaves. It was glowing. I wish I had a camera at that moment. I do not think I could capture what I was seeing though. I would have to be an expert photographer. And that I am not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-2765561735119785959?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/2765561735119785959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=2765561735119785959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2765561735119785959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2765561735119785959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/10/autumn-in-new-york.html' title='Autumn in New York'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-7141059392445547108</id><published>2008-10-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:22:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you, Dad</title><content type='html'>In a few minutes it will be 7:00 p.m. That is the time (one year ago today) that God called my dad home to heaven. I miss you so much, Dad. It must be wonderful to be with Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-7141059392445547108?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/7141059392445547108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=7141059392445547108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7141059392445547108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7141059392445547108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-miss-you-dad.html' title='I miss you, Dad'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-1492339247071183754</id><published>2008-09-26T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:33:52.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/SN2bIZ3h-hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G8wrQ2W_RvQ/s1600-h/LisaNDonnie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250523309268924946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/SN2bIZ3h-hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G8wrQ2W_RvQ/s320/LisaNDonnie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken this past week when we went to the "Big E".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-1492339247071183754?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/1492339247071183754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=1492339247071183754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1492339247071183754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1492339247071183754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-was-taken-this-past-week-when-we.html' title='Me and my husband'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/SN2bIZ3h-hI/AAAAAAAAAC8/G8wrQ2W_RvQ/s72-c/LisaNDonnie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-7022648566901731482</id><published>2008-09-26T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:27:55.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's End</title><content type='html'>Ok, as you can guess, I am not the world's greatest blogger!  I find that in the summer months I am not at my computer nearly as much.  I get online and check e-mail and look at a few things, try to keep up my facebook account and that is about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer we have gone camping several times at our campsite.  The camping season will be over with on Oct. 16th and we will have to pack up and bring our camper home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to take a trip to Maine this summer but it never seemed to work out.  Hopefully we can go next summer.  I would love to go and see the lighthouses up there.  Maine is one state I have not been to.  For some reason I have longed to go for a few years now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see my daughter, Krystle, a couple of weekends ago.  She now lives in Ohio and attends college there.  She had not been home in 10 months.  Of course, I had made a few trips to Ohio to see her.  10 months is too long to go without seeing my girl!  Krystle will be 20 on the 25th of October.  I cannot believe it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the "Big E" this past week.  For those who do not know what that is, it is The Eastern States Exposition.  The state fair for the New England states.  It is held in Springfield, Mass.  It is about an hour and a half drive for us.  I enjoyed it alot.  I will go back next year for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, until next time...&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;John 3:16&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-7022648566901731482?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/7022648566901731482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=7022648566901731482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7022648566901731482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7022648566901731482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/09/summers-end.html' title='Summer&apos;s End'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-6713487514766339982</id><published>2008-03-28T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:06:03.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Richmond</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7FLR86vI/AAAAAAAAACU/g2qu25XvNzA/s1600-h/close+as+we+could+get+to+govenor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7FLR86vI/AAAAAAAAACU/g2qu25XvNzA/s320/close+as+we+could+get+to+govenor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182793337542601458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7FbR86wI/AAAAAAAAACc/KETz4qASgi4/s1600-h/castle-like+building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7FbR86wI/AAAAAAAAACc/KETz4qASgi4/s320/castle-like+building.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182793341837568770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7FrR86xI/AAAAAAAAACk/aSIjC5gV_fE/s1600-h/gov+mansion+sign2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7FrR86xI/AAAAAAAAACk/aSIjC5gV_fE/s320/gov+mansion+sign2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182793346132536082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7F7R86yI/AAAAAAAAACs/lO7sK56Bh7g/s1600-h/more+spring+flowers+in+MARCH%21%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7F7R86yI/AAAAAAAAACs/lO7sK56Bh7g/s320/more+spring+flowers+in+MARCH%21%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182793350427503394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7GrR86zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2jlDRg0kq6Y/s1600-h/Todd,Deanna,Jared+in+Richmond,+VA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7GrR86zI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2jlDRg0kq6Y/s320/Todd,Deanna,Jared+in+Richmond,+VA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182793363312405298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that I took while visiting the capital of Richmond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-6713487514766339982?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/6713487514766339982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=6713487514766339982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6713487514766339982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6713487514766339982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/03/richmond.html' title='Richmond'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z7FLR86vI/AAAAAAAAACU/g2qu25XvNzA/s72-c/close+as+we+could+get+to+govenor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-8009146126850161787</id><published>2008-03-28T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:00:17.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying time with my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z5xLR86uI/AAAAAAAAACM/BCexdTRnJ7U/s1600-h/Lisa+with+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z5xLR86uI/AAAAAAAAACM/BCexdTRnJ7U/s320/Lisa+with+kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182791894433589986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Virginia for almost 2 weeks.  I flew here to see my brother, Todd and my sister, Leslie.  My husband bought me a plane ticket to come here for my 40th birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first spent a few days with my brother's family.  After they picked me up at the airport, we went to visit the state capital in Richmond.  We walked around and I really enjoyed seeing how spring was in full bloom.  Something that had not happened in New York yet.  Then, my oldest niece and nephew left on a missions trip to Guatemala and my sis-in-law went to see her family in Indiana.  So, I went to visit my sister, Leslie and her kids and have been here for over a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having a good time with my nephew's Kyle and Kristofer and my niece, Katie.  I have been doing a lot of cooking/baking.  The kids (and my brother) seemed to like the cookies I made yesterday.  I have taken the kids on several trips to the library.  Katie and Kris like books alot.  Kyle even got some and he was reading last night.  I think it is important for kids to read alot and I really like seeing Katie read so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last day here.  I fly home early (6 am) tomorrow.  I will miss everyone but I have to go home now and get back to real life.  :)  aka--WORK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-8009146126850161787?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/8009146126850161787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=8009146126850161787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/8009146126850161787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/8009146126850161787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/03/enjoying-time-with-my-family.html' title='Enjoying time with my family'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/R-z5xLR86uI/AAAAAAAAACM/BCexdTRnJ7U/s72-c/Lisa+with+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-2581521660825562563</id><published>2008-03-02T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:12:20.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will always remember this day...</title><content type='html'>March 2, 2002.  6:36 a.m. You were born. You were born sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby girl.  Jenna Faith.  That is what we named you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tiny.  Too tiny.  The littlest fingers and toes  I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you.  Daddy held you.  We kissed you good-bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.  Daddy cried.  We never heard you cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus holds you.  Grandpa holds you--in the sweet by and by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you turned 6 years old, my sweet little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted you so much, but Jesus needed you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't forget you.  Can't forget you.  I'd never even try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you.  Yes, I'll see you.  One day in heaven... In the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-2581521660825562563?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/2581521660825562563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=2581521660825562563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2581521660825562563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2581521660825562563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-will-always-remember-this-day.html' title='I will always remember this day...'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-7330444546690271967</id><published>2008-02-13T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T14:00:57.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Years Old</title><content type='html'>I can hardly believe that I celebrated my 40th birthday yesterday!  It is weird to think that I am now 40.  I do not feel any different.  I do not feel as devistated as I did when I turned 30.  Turning 40 has not been so bad.  Now I just have the next milestone to look forward to-- turning half a century old!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-7330444546690271967?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/7330444546690271967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=7330444546690271967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7330444546690271967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7330444546690271967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/02/40-years-old.html' title='40 Years Old'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-6525095927944921248</id><published>2008-01-06T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T16:48:40.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>I am remembering that three months ago today, my father went home to heaven.  I have been thinking about him alot lately.  I miss him.  I cannot imagine what it must even be like where he is.  I know that he is not worrying about anything from his former life here on earth.  I know that keeping my eyes on Jesus will get me to where he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a day that will be when my Jesus I shall see,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I look upon His face- the One who saved me by His grace;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When he takes me by the hand, and leads me to the Promised Land,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a day, glorious day, that will be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to that day,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-6525095927944921248?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/6525095927944921248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=6525095927944921248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6525095927944921248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/6525095927944921248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2008/01/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-8538741040345756729</id><published>2007-12-30T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:03:41.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:1-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to be born, and a time to die: a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stomes together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another December has come and gone.  What a year 2007 has been.  The years just keep on flying by and there is nothing I can do to stop them.  It is all part of God's plan.  His &lt;em&gt;"time to every purpose under the heaven."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We all have resolutions as we start each new year.  We all start out with good intentions, don't we?  We resolve to lose weight, not work so much and spend more time with our families.  The list goes on and on.  Do we leave any room in there for our relationship with God?  Do we vow to spend more time doing for God instead of dwelling on ourselves?  Will we witness to those around us that have no place for God in their lives?  Will something they see in us make them wonder why we do what we do?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, help me in my walk with you.  Make these words be not just words but the prayer of my heart.  Help me be hungry for more of you.  Help others see Jesus in me.  Help me not to be satisfied with just filling a pew at church.  Help me be burdened for the lost and not worry what others will think of me.  Help me not be afraid to "get my hands dirty" for you when it comes to reaching a lost and dying world.   Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 139:23-24&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.&lt;/em&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/5723868614178606142-8538741040345756729?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/8538741040345756729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=8538741040345756729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/8538741040345756729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/8538741040345756729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-2007.html' title='Goodbye 2007'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-7103309933742880819</id><published>2007-12-22T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T12:45:37.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;My, how the months have flown by and it is time for Christmas already. I can hardly believe how fast this year has come and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we celebrate this Christmas, I am reminded so much of what Christmas is really all about. JESUS! The name above all names. There is a different spirit in our house this year. We have a tree and I put out a few decorations, but I have not really gotten into what others might call "the Christmas mood". With my dad passing away this year and the circumstances that lead to my daughter now living in Ohio, I have been quite depressed instead of in a celebratory mood. But then I have to think about the real reason for the season and my mood changes. Yes, I am still saddened and even depressed about many things that are going on in my life, but I am over-joyed by the reality that Jesus came to be born and die &lt;em&gt;for my sins!&lt;/em&gt; There might not be presents under our tree this year, but Jesus is ever-present in our lives and that makes all the difference in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that all of you, my family, my friends, have a very blessed Christmas. I hope that you will take the time to ponder what this season is really all about. If you do not know God, my prayer is that you will find Him this Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa and Don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-7103309933742880819?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/7103309933742880819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=7103309933742880819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7103309933742880819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7103309933742880819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-4627567230006515215</id><published>2007-11-11T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T14:39:58.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day...</title><content type='html'>This is the day that the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Sunday, November 11th. Veterans Day and The National Day of Prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all the Veteran's that have served and are serving our country. War is not a pleasant thing and whether you agree with it or not, we have to support our troops. Thank you for the freedoms we enjoy because of the sacrifice of the men and women in our armed forces. God Bless All Of You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also The National Day Of Prayer. Have you taken time to pray today? There is so much to pray for. We can never run out of things to pray for. I am hoping that those of you that read this realize the importance of daily prayer. It is good to celebrate a day of prayer but I think the fact that we still have to freedom to pray and worship the Lord without fear is reason enough to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week we also celebrated the birthday of my dear husband, Don. He turned 37 on Nov. 9th. Yes, I know, he is younger than I am! He reminds me of that once in a while. I have to let him know that with age, comes knowledge! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter, Krystle, also celebrated a birthday recently. We were in Florida on her birthday, October 25th. She turned 19. It also happened to be on the day we had the memorial service for my father. It was an emotional day for us but I went to get her a cake and wanted to show her that I still remembered her on her special day. I love you, my sweet daughter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to church for the second week in a row at the Wesleyan church in Catskill, NY. It was a real good service. There was a pitch-in dinner after the service. All the food was yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for now. Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-4627567230006515215?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/4627567230006515215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=4627567230006515215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/4627567230006515215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/4627567230006515215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-day.html' title='This is the day...'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-4699455096941972156</id><published>2007-10-13T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:06:07.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort DeSoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RxFBo2ZQPzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mmKgQXPV40A/s1600-h/AlexAtBeachOct07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120946421348974386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RxFBo2ZQPzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mmKgQXPV40A/s320/AlexAtBeachOct07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a day trip to Ft. DeSota yesterday. The kids did a little fishing off the pier. Mom caught a fish. We used a net to catch our own bait. Then we went to the beach for lunch and the kids spent some time in the water. The weather was beautiful! This picture is of my nephew, Alex. He is 3 years old and is my sister Bev's youngest child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-4699455096941972156?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/4699455096941972156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=4699455096941972156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/4699455096941972156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/4699455096941972156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/10/fort-desota.html' title='Fort DeSoto'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RxFBo2ZQPzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/mmKgQXPV40A/s72-c/AlexAtBeachOct07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-3228214293028566912</id><published>2007-10-09T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T18:28:24.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RxAc6WZQPyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8l1VUwpYGuM/s1600-h/100_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120624565089746722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RxAc6WZQPyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8l1VUwpYGuM/s320/100_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday, October 6, 2007, was the day that God chose to call my father home to heaven. He is resting now on the shores of heaven. No more sickness. No more pain. Forever healed from the cancer that plagued his last days here on earth. Dad breathed his last, opened his eyes and smiled the most peaceful smile. It was amazing to see his eyes open after being closed and so blank looking. He clearly "saw" something. It was something I had never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still here in Florida. I will be staying here until the end of the month. The memorial service for dad is scheduled for October 25, 2007 at 10:00 am at the church my parents attended. The burial is at Bay Pines in St. Pete on the 26th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to remember our family in your prayers. We are grieving. It seems so strange for dad not to be here. We know that he is in heaven and we do not wish him back to suffer in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad. You are greatly missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-3228214293028566912?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/3228214293028566912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=3228214293028566912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/3228214293028566912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/3228214293028566912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-dear-father.html' title='My Dear Father'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RxAc6WZQPyI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8l1VUwpYGuM/s72-c/100_0972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-2711324051961240106</id><published>2007-10-04T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T11:45:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Florida</title><content type='html'>I am back in Florida.  My sister's and brother have come here as well.  My father is slowly slipping away from us.  It will not be long and my father will be going to his eternal reward in heaven.  He sleeps most of the time.  The hospice nurses have been coming in and are here mostly around the clock.  Please keep our family in your prayers.  It is a difficult time for us.  We love our father and wish he could stay with us but it seems to be the will of God that he leave us.  I will update again when I get the time to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-2711324051961240106?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/2711324051961240106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=2711324051961240106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2711324051961240106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2711324051961240106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-in-florida.html' title='Back in Florida'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-1563778859412102121</id><published>2007-09-05T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:51:14.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school</title><content type='html'>I was thinking today and I realized something.  Tomorrow starts another school year here in New York.  This is the first year that Krystle will not go back to school.  And, this would have been the first year of school for Jenna.  I can hardly believe that Jenna is 5 now and would have started kindergarten this year.  I know she is in a better place.  But there are times that I still long to have her with us.  I wish I could hold her in my arms but I know that Jesus is holding her for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-1563778859412102121?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/1563778859412102121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=1563778859412102121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1563778859412102121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1563778859412102121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-2293561885765253614</id><published>2007-09-03T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T18:42:04.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER HAS PASSED US BY......</title><content type='html'>Wow, it is already September.  Where has the summer gone?  It always seems to fly by so fast that I seem to forget to enjoy it like I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a summer of many changes for me.  Some have not been so easy and I know that some of the changes are still happening and that is not so easy for me to deal with at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krystle is enjoying her new-found wings.  She is also finding out what it is like out in the world on her own.  She has called me to ask my advice about things that she needs guidance with.  I am glad that I can be here to help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just got back from a long weekend of camping.  It was nice to get away, but it is also tiring at the same time.  I have always loved camping.  I was not feeling well the first full day that we were there so that put a damper on the first part of our weekend.  The weather was so beautiful.  We could have not asked for better.  No rain at all.  We camped in a borrowed camper.  It was nice to have a camper with a working bathroom, hot water, etc.  I know, I know, some would say we are not "real" campers, but I like some of the comforts of home away from home.  I have went camping in a tent before, but I actually prefer the camper!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to close for now and go check the laundry and get ready for bed so I can be rested for work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTFN,&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-2293561885765253614?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/2293561885765253614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=2293561885765253614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2293561885765253614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/2293561885765253614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/09/summer-has-passed-us-by.html' title='SUMMER HAS PASSED US BY......'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-9199325497194897510</id><published>2007-08-04T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T10:22:16.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty-Nester</title><content type='html'>This week has been a bitter-sweet time for us.  My daughter, Krystle, has ventured out on her own to live in her first apartment.  I am glad that my daughter is responsible enough to be out on her own.  She works at a good job and is planning on going to college soon.  All this is good, right?  But I am having those sad feeling that I think most parents go through when their child leaves the "nest".  The night that she was gone, I cried like I haven't cried in a long time.  My little girl is all grown up (so she thinks!).  She is not breezing in and out of here like she used to on her way to school, work or to hang out with her friends.  All I can do is trust that she will remember the values I tried to teach her while she was growing up to adulthood.  My prayer is that God will keep his hand over her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-9199325497194897510?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/9199325497194897510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=9199325497194897510' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/9199325497194897510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/9199325497194897510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/08/empty-nester.html' title='Empty-Nester'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-1408121957143517044</id><published>2007-07-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T09:20:12.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here In Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RqODm9aTyVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IpWLiI7VyyQ/s1600-h/Lisa+and+Dad+Tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090056709201971538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RqODm9aTyVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IpWLiI7VyyQ/s320/Lisa+and+Dad+Tractor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Sunday, July 22, 2007. It is my last day here in Florida where I have been for over 2 weeks visiting my parents. It has been nice to be here, though I wish the reason for my visit was a different reason than it is. My dad has terminal cancer. I wanted to come here and spend some time with him and help mom out. I leave in the morning to fly home to New York. Although I miss my husband and daughter, I am quite torn as I approach the time I leave here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad has been trying to sell his collection of antique Farmall tractors he has. A man arrived here yesterday from Alabama to look at the tractors. It had been a week since he had left the house and this trip was not easy for him. He got really tired out. The picture I am posting here is one of dad and I yesterday at the Florida Fly Wheelers where he has some of his tractors stored. The magazine that we are holding in the picture is an issue of Farm and Ranch Living. Dad is on the cover of that magazine. It is the current August/September 2007 issue. I am right proud that my dad is on the cover of this magazine. It is a great tribute to him and his love of tractors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-1408121957143517044?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/1408121957143517044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=1408121957143517044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1408121957143517044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/1408121957143517044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-in-florida.html' title='Here In Florida'/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qCTuubK74X0/RqODm9aTyVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IpWLiI7VyyQ/s72-c/Lisa+and+Dad+Tractor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5723868614178606142.post-7208056490329597205</id><published>2007-07-21T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:42:13.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to our site! &lt;br /&gt;It is good that you could stop in to see what is going on with the Slater Family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5723868614178606142-7208056490329597205?l=lisaslater.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/feeds/7208056490329597205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5723868614178606142&amp;postID=7208056490329597205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7208056490329597205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5723868614178606142/posts/default/7208056490329597205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaslater.blogspot.com/2007/07/welcome-to-our-site-it-is-good-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Holloway Slater</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11080315710013263419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3kgV5pMeono/TWLEogfJLrI/AAAAAAAAAHs/RuaT7udMaTE/s220/100_1412.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
