<?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-8269798235112395845</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:19:01.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Peacocks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2652215115104756329</id><published>2009-04-28T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:37:18.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>should i just quit...</title><content type='html'>I know how amy has been feeling...I never seem to get on here and get anything written.  So I wonder if I should just give it up, but then when I do write I enjoy it and enjoy seeing what others have to say.  So our biggest news right now is that we finally got our fence up in back.  It looks so nice and is great to be able to let the dog out there and not have to worry about her running off.  Another piece of fun news for us is that in June a bunch of us are going to Wisconsin to watch Aerosmith!  I'm really excited about this because I have had tickets 3 times now and have not seen them yet.  Life is always full of unexpected circumstances.  Anyway, I have been watching my friend's little girl for the last 4 weeks or so, and it has been interesting having 2 toddlers in the house.  She is a good little baby and sometimes help to entertain ZJ, so it's not bad.  Although last week I decided to be crazy and took them both grocery shopping with me!  That was fun, G-baby had to let a scream out every once in a while to remind me she was still in the cart and ZJ would yell at her to stop, so I was the mom in Walmart with the screaming kids!  But nobody misbehaved so that was a plus.  &lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing much lately.  Laundry and dishes seem to be all that I can get accomplished.  I have been reading a lot at night though.  Fannie Flagg, the author of Fried Green Tomatoes, has become one of my favorite authors.  I just borrowed 2 more of her books from the library.  I also started reading Genesis.  It was not bad until last night in Chapter 11 when it started talking about all the ancestory.  Last night I dreamed about me trying to figure out the family tree of Abraham.  It was not fun and did not provide a restful sleep for me!  But I woke and find it kind of humorous, I don't know why, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2652215115104756329?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2652215115104756329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2652215115104756329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2652215115104756329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2652215115104756329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-just-quit.html' title='should i just quit...'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-874997510235681365</id><published>2009-03-18T08:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T08:37:37.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housework</title><content type='html'>So the last 2 days, I don't if you would call it spring cleaning, but I have been doing everything and not looking like much is getting accomplished.  I pulled down spring clothes for the girls and did like 10 loads of laundry as a result.  Then Sas and I cleaned her room and reorganized everything and cleaned under everything.  Today is ZJ's room and dishes and more laundry.  Maybe next week I will actually get the dusting, sweeping, mopping, curtains washed, and bathroom cleaned like I would like.  It never ends does it.  Anywho, I don't really have any other revelations, just been kinda blah, or I guess more appropriately complacent.  I just don't really wanna do anything, but I know I need to.  I don't wanna put any work or effort into anything lately.  It all seems overwhelming to try so hard and still not get anywhere.  I probably sound nuts right now, but that's the best way I know how to describe it.  Hope everyone else is more energetic than me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-874997510235681365?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/874997510235681365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=874997510235681365' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/874997510235681365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/874997510235681365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2009/03/housework.html' title='Housework'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5619426824370938161</id><published>2009-03-09T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:06:33.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pneumonia and RSV</title><content type='html'>So last week when my back finally started feeling better, Zoey started getting sick.  We were up most of Tuesday night doing breathing treatments and downing motrin.  Wednesday night was much the same.  Thursday, I had to work so Zoey went to stay with my dad and stepmom.  He is an RN and she is a respiratory therapist.  Dad told me that Zoey needed to see a doc, because pneumonia has been going around and you could feel the rattle in her chest.  So I called off work for Friday and got her in to see the doctor.  And yes she has pneumonia and RSV too.  We were in the doctor gettin x-rays, and lab work done and all that fun stuff for about an hour and a half.  The fever still hadn't broken completely so on top of the inhaler and antibiotic she was still downing motrin.  From Tuesday to Sunday, we used an entire bottle of motrin.  Sunday morning was still rough and I was thinking maybe we should call the doctor and tell her that ZJ wasn't getting much better.  She just layed around and slept most of the morning.  For those of you who know ZJ, she does NOT lay around ever.  But I put her in the bath and then later she went outside for a few minutes and seemed rejuvinated.  Praise the Lord, by the end of the night last night she was being onery and running around aggravating her sisters and dad.  As much as she drives me nuts and I love cuddling her when she is sick, I much prefer her being rotten and loud and energetic and full of life.  She was so pitiful last week, her eyes weren't Zoey eyes, and she just wanted Mommy to hold her.  It was nice last night to finally sleep all night long.  I haven't done that for about 2 1/2 weeks.  Well just wanted to let you all in on my fun and exciting week, now it's time to clean the house, since it hasn't been done for about the same amount of time I haven't slept!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5619426824370938161?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5619426824370938161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5619426824370938161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5619426824370938161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5619426824370938161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2009/03/pneumonia-and-rsv.html' title='Pneumonia and RSV'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4945766988933861612</id><published>2009-03-03T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:24:13.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purpose Driven Life</title><content type='html'>So I know that most people did this like 6 years ago, but I've started reading Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life.  I had originally intended to start on Ash Wednesday, but since I spent Tuesday evening in the ER and was consequently given pain killers and muscle relaxers, I was in no shape to read Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday.  I did start on Saturday though, and it has been a blessing.  I think what I've already read, I already knew it was just brought to my attention in a different way, and actually made me think about it.&lt;br /&gt;My trip to the ER brought about no information as to why I am having problems, and the subsequent doctor's visit brought nothing new to the table either.  They were just ready to give me shots in the butt, that didn't help and prescribe lots of drugs to cover up the problem not fix it.  I don't know if any of you have ever taken muscle relaxers and/or vicodin, but it is not something you do when you have a 2-year-old in the house.  I would actually like to be aware of what she is doing not just doped up lying on the couch.  The first day we spent at my grandmother's house so I could sleep and someone would be there to watch the baby.  The next couple I just went without until it was naptime for her.  Then during the weekend I started taking the vicodin and it messed up my stomach and gave me vertigo.  So I stopped taking that and now I'm right back where I started.  With all the pain and no cause apparantly.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to take the kindergartener to school and start my busy purpose driven day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4945766988933861612?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4945766988933861612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4945766988933861612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4945766988933861612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4945766988933861612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2009/03/purpose-driven-life.html' title='Purpose Driven Life'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5486786925662461966</id><published>2009-02-16T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:09:17.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a season of change</title><content type='html'>I'll start by sharing my exciting news from last week.  On Thursday (Lincoln's birthday) my family went down to Springfield.  No we did not get to go see Obama.  We went to the old state capital to watch my step dad get sworn in as a U.S. citizen.  He took his oath with his granddaughters watching and snapping pictures.  It was pretty amazing.  An experience most do not get to witness for someone so close.  One thing that really got me was in front of my stepdad was an elderly gentleman.  This man had the walker and the oxygen tank and a face that has seen a lot in his days.  He got to take his oath and he will die a citizen of the U.S.  I just made up my own story for him in my head.  About how this has been his dream since he was a young man coming from Europe through Ellis Island.  And he finally got to achieve near the end of his life.  There was a lot of hype about the President being in Springfield on that day, but for our family it was much more special than that.&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I will talk about the next season in my life.  I feel as if things are stirring for a storm that will bring about a change.  I know God has a plan for me and my job is to be still and listen.  I have made contact with an old friend that I haven't spoken to for about 4 years.  I thought we were on bad terms but it was a glorious reunion.  God gets all the credit for making me have the urge to call today.  Although finding her was awesome, I feel as though I'm losing old friends.  We have all changed so much in the past 3 years, and I don't feel like we can connect on any common ground.  My husband listened to me but he doesn't get why I need that extra female companionship in my life.  He thinks that he just needs to release his thoughts to me and no one else.  But I need another woman's point of view sometimes.  I don't let people in very easily and I don't wear my emotions on my sleeve so this is big for me even to be writing about.  But I kinda feel lost right now with no confidante that gets me and truly will let me unload on them when I need to.  I don't want someone that I just go to with my problems and she comes to me with hers and we give advice.  That's not exactly what I mean.  I can't even explain it.  Maybe I'm just over analyzing, or maybe it's just hormones, or maybe I'm crazy.  But I think that most women have that one person that just gets it that is not her spouse.  Am I nuts or what.  Don't you need someone besides just your spouse to talk to or is that supposed to be sufficient.  I've been talking to God today asking for some help, but all I get is to just wait for the storm to pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5486786925662461966?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5486786925662461966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5486786925662461966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5486786925662461966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5486786925662461966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2009/02/season-of-change.html' title='a season of change'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-1146813094093823750</id><published>2009-01-29T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T06:52:09.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so it's been awhile</title><content type='html'>What's up with that?  Not near as many posts this month, but I am going to do something that I got from a friend...&lt;br /&gt;So you're supposed to go to your sixth folder of photos, and find the sixth picture and tell a memory about it.  Then tag 5 others to do the same.  So tag your it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SYHCDtlggsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uaCKAtI74Zg/s1600-h/DSC00925.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/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SYHCDtlggsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uaCKAtI74Zg/s320/DSC00925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296728005796725442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what this picture is.  I don't think I was the photographer and I don't know where it's taken.  I think it was 2 years ago when Caleb and Jade went to the Girl Scouts Father/Daughter dance.  Sorry the memory's not any better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-1146813094093823750?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/1146813094093823750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=1146813094093823750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/1146813094093823750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/1146813094093823750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-its-been-awhile.html' title='so it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SYHCDtlggsI/AAAAAAAAAJk/uaCKAtI74Zg/s72-c/DSC00925.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-3740849104039844174</id><published>2009-01-09T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:54:20.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it</title><content type='html'>I went yesterday for my orientation for school and signed up for my 2 classes I need to take this semester.  I am going back to get my teaching certification.  I only need 4 classes before I can student teach.  Well really 5 but I got jipped on the 5th one.  It is a class I have already taken but it was too long ago for them to count the credit for it, so I have to retake it.  But that's how it goes sometimes.  I am kinda dreading going back to school again, but I just want to have my own classroom and teach my own students.  So I guess I'll have to bite the bullet for a while and do what I need to in order to get where I want to be.  &lt;br /&gt;Some other fun news is that we paid off my car last week.  It is mine now and I plan to keep it for a while, so the next time we buy a car we can pay cash for it.  I don't want to have a car payment ever again.  I know that sometimes in life don't always go how you plan, but at least we have a plan and are trying to stick with it.  It will be so good to finally be debt free.  By the end of this year hopefully we can have everything but the house and my student loan paid off.  Plus have our emergency fund where it needs to be.  That means no more renovations on the house for a while.  But that's ok.  It will be nice when we can just hire out the renovations for the house and pay cash for it all right up front.  &lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now, have a good week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-3740849104039844174?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/3740849104039844174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=3740849104039844174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3740849104039844174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3740849104039844174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-did-it.html' title='I did it'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6384853279177942856</id><published>2009-01-01T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:37:11.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2Le97NG9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k657na2Qslg/s1600-h/DSC01929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2Le97NG9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k657na2Qslg/s320/DSC01929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286534901738052562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2LetlZ4DI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZUvDjjRePQA/s1600-h/DSC01928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2LetlZ4DI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZUvDjjRePQA/s320/DSC01928.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286534897351647282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2LeHXCyDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iWKIGU2HIX4/s1600-h/DSC01927.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/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2LeHXCyDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iWKIGU2HIX4/s320/DSC01927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286534887090866226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2LdSbPS7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/edSNqibQ7KY/s1600-h/DSC01926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2LdSbPS7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/edSNqibQ7KY/s320/DSC01926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286534872881384370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see the first picture is of the bed wall.  I thought the checkerboard effect would look awesome and it turned out great.  The second is of my little Vannah White showing off her closet.  The third is of the built-in bookshelf and desk that Caleb did.  And the fourth is the last little corner of the room.  I think it looks so cute for a little girl and my husband did a great carpentry job.  I just wanted to put these on since I said I would.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6384853279177942856?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6384853279177942856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6384853279177942856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6384853279177942856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6384853279177942856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2009/01/lets-see-first-picture-is-of-bed-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2Le97NG9I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/k657na2Qslg/s72-c/DSC01929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4813655138239786903</id><published>2008-12-29T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:47:30.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cubs room</title><content type='html'>So now that Sassy has her room done and ZJ is moved up into the main part of the house, Caleb got to do something that he has been trying to do for about 7 years.  He got his Cubs room.  Three of the walls are white, one is Cubs blue with a white square that has the blue Cubs "W" on it.  Then he put all of his memorobilia up.  It's his own little special man cave.  He just said though that he has to put the guitar hero up cuz it's 9:40 and he hasn't even been in his room yet.  Hopefully I can get a digital camera and get some pictures of that room too.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't think I have much else to say I just wanted to beat last month's posts and have more than 4 this month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4813655138239786903?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4813655138239786903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4813655138239786903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4813655138239786903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4813655138239786903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/12/cubs-room.html' title='The Cubs room'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4518849523482593705</id><published>2008-12-26T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:43:48.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii</title><content type='html'>So a busy week we have had.  It started last Friday night when I gave Caleb a deadline to finish Sassy's room by Sunday.  We made a trip to Bloomington Friday night and got the desk stuff and the trim.  I spent six hours Saturday painting until Caleb got home then we worked on trim and getting the desk in.  Sunday Caleb made another trip to Bloomington to get a door.  Amazingly all this stuff fit into my little car.  Who needs a truck when you have a Saturn Ion!  Needless to say we got the room done.  I will post pictures when I get them from my stepdad.  It is gorgeous and so girly.  &lt;br /&gt;Christmas came and went and the girls were pleased.  We did the gold, frankincense, and myrrh gifts for each of them.  Sassy's room was her gold gift.  Jade got a video camera, and ZJ got playdoh.  Santa also came and left one gift.  ZJ's best gift was her bball hoop from Santa.  We went to my grandma's for brunch.  Then we drove to Rushville to see Caleb's grandma in the nursing home.  She was so tickled to see all of us.  &lt;br /&gt;This morning Jade and I did our day-after-Christmas shopping.  We didn't really find too many good deals, but Jade sure found a way to spend all her money.  She had a blast.  My grandparents, my dad, and Caleb's parents gave each of us a considerable amount of money.  So she had quite a bit to spend, but she got the last bit of what she wanted.  Caleb, Sassy, and I decided to pool some of our money together and buy a Wii.  Yes we have come into 2008 now that it is almost over.  Walmart in Lincoln did not have one so we had to drive to Bloomington to get it.  We also decided to go ahead and buy Guitar Hero Aerosmith.  That was for me I think!  I can't wait to play that.  We are bowling right now.  How fun is it to bowl right in your own house.  &lt;br /&gt;We have had a good Christmas, and I feel truly blessed right now.  We have enjoyed each other and our family time.  This weekend we have our fights to watch and it is a big card, so it should be good.  I think we are going to have some friends over and play some cards and play some Wii then watch the fights.  It will be good.  This is the first weekend that Caleb has had both Saturday and Sunday off and we don't have to work on a room in the house.  I can't wait.  I enjoy this time of year so much.  I hope everyone else counts their blessings and remembers what life is really all about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4518849523482593705?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4518849523482593705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4518849523482593705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4518849523482593705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4518849523482593705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/12/wii.html' title='Wii'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-3968183690449129584</id><published>2008-12-17T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T05:31:51.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zack and Cody</title><content type='html'>So we were one of the 5000 plus crazy people who stood in line Saturday night for an hour and a half at the U.S. Cellular Colleseum in Bloomington so our children could have 5 seconds to get Dylan and Cole Sprouse's autograph.  For those of you who don't have young girls, they play Zack and Cody on the Suite Life of Zack and Cody on the Disney Channel.  I think Jade was a little boy crazy and our very unathletic 10 year didn't say a word about the long wait.  She just grinned ear to ear.  Now Sassy didn't care much for the wait but the autograph picture made up for it at the end I think.  We did miss the first period of the hockey game and about half of the second one.  But the girls actually enjoyed the game too.  Caleb and I were surprised.  Of course they liked it for different reasons.  Jade was actually paying attention to the game, and Sassy liked that every time the puck stopped they played music and she got to stand up with her foam finger and dance around in hopes of getting on the big TV.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, my in-laws came down and passed down old family recipes for fudge and party mix.  The fudge actually turned out pretty good.  We made chocolate fudge and peanut butter fudge.  The peanut butter is my favorite.  It was a pretty good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;My plans for this week are to start my craziness of baking cookies.  I'll pump out about 600 or so.  Well off to go bake....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-3968183690449129584?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/3968183690449129584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=3968183690449129584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3968183690449129584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3968183690449129584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/12/zack-and-cody.html' title='Zack and Cody'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6818378508170909525</id><published>2008-12-13T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T05:41:35.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging</title><content type='html'>So my friend text me the other day and told me I need to blog.  I think I spoiled everyone in November posting 4 whole times!  Not much has really been going on.  I am starting school in January.  I have taken my basic skills test and passed with flying colors.  I have been substitute teaching for about a month and have been pretty busy with that.  My last day at the Elks is Wednesday.  I wrecked my car on Monday and now have to fork out loads of money to fix it.  But when I went to pick it up they couldn't find a bill for it.  Not even an order.  So hopefully we can get Christmas done before we have to pay for that.  We have scaled down our Christmas considerably.  The girls are getting a total of 5 presents from us this year.  One gold gift-a gift they really really want.  One frankincense gift-a gift that brings them closer to God.  One myrrh gift-a gift that covers them from head to toe.  Of course Santa will bring one gift.  And the Christmas Eve Elf always stops by to leave pjs.  My husband and I are not buying for each other.  And we have set a small limit for the other children in the family.  That's it.  I usually go overboard, but I usually start and finish before Thanksgiving.  And I usually buy for friends, coworkers, etc.  You know at Jade's school, the children are not doing a gift exchange with each other.  They are bringing in a donation then going to pick 2 children from the Angel Tree and go out to Walmart to shop for gifts for someone else in need.  I think this is something that teaches the students a very valuable lesson about the meaning of Christmas.  I would like to incorporate this into my own classroom when I get to teach, but I don't know if I will be able to pull it off in a public classroom.  I don't know if that will be bordering on laws that regulate Christ in the classroom.  It almost makes me sick to think that at the time when Jesus came to give us life, we can not even respond by giving to others in His name in a public school.  The correlation of the time that Jesus was taken out of schools and the rise in teen pregnancies, drop out rates, poor test scores, gangs, etc. is astounding.  I have done research on this for papers in school and all I can do is laugh when the government tries to implement new laws to prevent these things, when they just need to reinstitute one important one.&lt;br /&gt;But I digress.  My mother-in-law told me what advent is, but I am still on the search for where did this tradition come from.  I haven't been able to find that answer yet.  If anyone can point me in the right direction it would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6818378508170909525?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6818378508170909525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6818378508170909525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6818378508170909525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6818378508170909525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/12/blogging.html' title='Blogging'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6923961959612950129</id><published>2008-11-30T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T17:13:21.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>So after I went to Goody's and Walmart on Friday, I came home and put up Christmas decorations.  I will try to get some pics up here for all to see. I did find some good deals at Goody's, but I will not do Wal-mart again, that was just crazy.  Then I got called off work on Friday because they were going to be dead, so I met Caleb up in B-town and we went to Menards and Gordman's.  We got the carpet for Sesleigh's new room, and some more Christmas shopping done.  I worked yesterday, then last night did something that I always used to make fun of my mom for doing.  I watched the Hallmark Channel and all their Christmas movies.  This morning I went to church for the first week of advent-Hope.  I'm not really sure what exactly advent is.  I know it is the four weeks before Christmas, but I had this problem last year.  I tried to research it, but never came up with the answer I was looking for.  Why do we do it, where is it at in the Bible, somebody explain it to me please!?  Then today my husband got most of the painting and stuff done in Sas's room.  It is her gold gift for Christmas and we hope it will be done by then.  It never takes the amount of time or money that you think it will.  It will be pretty cool when we get it done, she will love it.  It is going to be such a girlie room-pink and purple everywhere.  Well I think that's about it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6923961959612950129?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6923961959612950129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6923961959612950129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6923961959612950129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6923961959612950129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5148915040315679495</id><published>2008-11-28T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T00:44:52.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>craziness</title><content type='html'>So yes it is 2:30 in the am and I am up.  I am going to be one of those crazy shoppers for the day-after-Thanksgiving sales.  I have only done this one other time, but I saw some ads for some really good deals on things the girls specifically asked for.  I am only going here in town to Goody's and maybe Walmart.  Then when I come home I am putting up Christmas decorations.  That is usually my only tradition for after TDay.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day.  We had my friend and her mom and daughter over for dinner, my in-laws came, and my mom and stepdad came over.  I cooked a turkey for the first time ever.  It came out beautifully if I do say so myself.  I think my father-in-law was doubting my abilities for a minute, but he said it was a very good dinner.  Everyone did.  I am so a Monica Gellar from "Friends".  I love hosting and cooking for the people I love.  I think that is how I show my love to people, by cooking and baking.  Isn't there an old saying that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach.  I think there's some truth to that, because all it takes to make my husband happy is some sugar cookies and homemade pumpkin bars.  I didn't realize how much energy it takes to make such a big meal though.  We had turkey, ham, candied yams, homemade mac and cheese, pumpkin bars, sugar cookies, green beans, deviled eggs, a relish tray, rolls and homemade apple butter, and of course pie.  You would have thought that I was feeding an army!  It was great to see everyone laughing, eating, and enjoying themselves.  I just kinda sat back, watched, and listened.  I loved every minute of it, and that was what I was thankful for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5148915040315679495?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5148915040315679495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5148915040315679495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5148915040315679495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5148915040315679495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/11/craziness.html' title='craziness'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2638197957955382966</id><published>2008-11-04T12:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:13:51.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4Pl_0UOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y4bO3bjyQAw/s1600-h/Grace+eatin+apples.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/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4Pl_0UOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y4bO3bjyQAw/s320/Grace+eatin+apples.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264910542433439970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4PUPY6HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w_2LWkGGuAk/s1600-h/Grandpa+stirring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4PUPY6HI/AAAAAAAAAGA/w_2LWkGGuAk/s320/Grandpa+stirring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264910537666914418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4PYEAKPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7OhwpBwqwRE/s1600-h/Grandma+stirring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4PYEAKPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/7OhwpBwqwRE/s320/Grandma+stirring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264910538692897010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4PFhGOWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/um-XQA5sfYY/s1600-h/Dad+stirring.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/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4PFhGOWI/AAAAAAAAAFw/um-XQA5sfYY/s320/Dad+stirring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264910533714655586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So October 21 and 22 we made apple butter.  The pictures of my grandparents and dad stirring were taken on the second day.  That copper kettle is huge and you must constantly stir the apples.  If even a little bit scorches, you have ruined the whole batch.  This has been a family tradition of my grandpa's mothers for many years now.  They used to have a big family get together, eat a big meal, and make loads of apple butter.  The picture of Grace eating the apple was taken on the first day.  That entailed peeling and coring all 6 bushels of apples.  Just for those of you who don't know what a bushel is, one bushel of apples equals 56 pounds.  After they are peeled and cored, we took them inside sliced them up in Grandma's fancy mixer with an attatchment, then we cook them down a bit.  It just eliminates a lot of stirring the next day.  Grace was having so much fun in the garage chasing apples around the floor.  Then she would grab one and just chow down on it.  She ate 2 apples like this.  She was so cute.  The first day we worked for about 8 hours, then the second day we stirred for about 7 hours then canned them up.  The apples we used were really juicy, so the water cooked out of them quite a bit and we only got about 94 pints out of that whole 6 bushels.  But all the work was well worth it, I love homemade apple butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2638197957955382966?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2638197957955382966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2638197957955382966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2638197957955382966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2638197957955382966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/11/apple-butter.html' title='Apple Butter'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SRC4Pl_0UOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/y4bO3bjyQAw/s72-c/Grace+eatin+apples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-3642380208312320209</id><published>2008-10-09T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:54:12.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Habakkuk</title><content type='html'>So I am still on my journey through the minor prophets.  I read something the other day that did something amazing for me.  I will start with a little background.&lt;br /&gt;We all know what this economy is doing, and for some reason it got it's grip on me last week.  I was just terrified about how we were going to make it.  I was picturing our life as my grandfather's was in the Great Depression.  I just kept waiting for the stock market to crash.  I cannot begin to explain to you the utter sense of anxiety I felt over this.  For a week straight I prayed every night for God to take my anxiety about this and my stress over the money and the "what're we gonna do's" about the possible depression our country is headed for.  I kept reminding myself of that passage in Matthew I think when Jesus says, don't worry hasn't the Lord provided food for the birds, and surley He loves you more than the birds. (at least I think it says something like that)  Nothing seemed to help though.  It was with me every morning when I would wake up, it would stay with me all day long, and when I went to sleep it was there lurking in my dreams.  (I must say I do have a very good imagination)  However I kept reading the Word.  I had to force myself to continue on my routine throughout the day, because I knew if I didn't this anxiety could prove to be debilitating.  I don't know if anyone else has ever experienced this kind of sheer panic about any one thing in particular but if you have then you know what I am talking about.  &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night I read Habakkuk.  I think I like the minor prophets because I can say I read a whole book in the Bible in one night!  Anyway, Habakkuk was crying out to God asking why would He let the wicked and evil people in Judah go unpunished.  He just didn't understand why it seemed that they were getting richer while God's faithful people seemed to be at the mercy of the ones in control.  Habakkuk prophecied of Babylon coming and taking over Judah and treating all the people of Judah like slaves.  Babylon was just as evil as those people in Judah, but God had a plan.  So anyway, I am just reading along with the same nagging sense of anxiety eating away at me when I'm at the end and Habakkuk says something that just hit me like a ton of bricks.  Habakkuk 3:17-18  "Even though the fig trees have no blossoms, and there are no grapes on the vine; even though the olive crop fails, and the fields lie empty and barren; even though the flocks die in the fields, and the cattle barns are empty, (18) yet I will rejoice in the Lord! I will be joyful in the God of my salvation."  Man what a resounding lesson for me.  It's not about taking my worry away, it's about me rejoicing in the Lord ALWAYS.  He didn't want to take it away from me.  Then I wouldn't learn how to rejoice in Him even in my hard times.  I mean come on the people of Judah were taken captive, held prisoner, treated like slaves, and much worse, and Habakkuk still wanted to rejoice in God.  I think I can handle rejoicing in Him through some financial troubles.  The rest of the chapter does go on to say something about how God will make us surefooted as deer to climb over our mountains.  So while we are rejoicing in Him, He is guiding us over, through, or from our challenges.  I just thought I'd share with you all.  Sometimes I hear from God when I'm not even listening!  How amazing is He&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-3642380208312320209?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/3642380208312320209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=3642380208312320209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3642380208312320209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3642380208312320209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/10/habakkuk.html' title='Habakkuk'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2458364248765239502</id><published>2008-09-25T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T06:56:08.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>full swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SNuYL-JuN7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3oYjevBkMUQ/s1600-h/DSC01875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SNuYL-JuN7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3oYjevBkMUQ/s320/DSC01875.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957122060203954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SNuYMAI_g4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hW2qpi2bGu4/s1600-h/DSC01882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SNuYMAI_g4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/hW2qpi2bGu4/s320/DSC01882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957122594014082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SNuYMZIgDrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RZoh-N5vtM0/s1600-h/dsc01913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SNuYMZIgDrI/AAAAAAAAAFo/RZoh-N5vtM0/s320/dsc01913.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249957129302838962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the time is here and school has started.  Sesleigh is just absolutely loving kindergarten.  The first pic is of Sesleigh on her bike ready to go, the second is of Sesleigh and her teacher, and the third is of Sesleigh with her really good friend at her 6th birthday party at McD's.  When we walked there she chained her bike up and said bye mom.  She was ready, I wasn't.  It still hasn't gotten much easier, when I drop her off and she just runs up there ready and excited to learn.  She is so sweet.  Jade has started basketball and practices 4 nights a week.  Unfortunately I will miss some of the games now that I am working at night.  Zoey is getting smarter every day.  She now can count to 10 and knows her colors.  We have library on Tuesday mornings and she loves to go read and sing songs.  Although she doesn't sing there, she waits till we leave and sings all day long...she loves twinkle twinkle and jesus loves me.  She is pretty much potty trained except at night.  Somedays we have a few accidents but at least I'm not spending a small fortune on diapers.&lt;br /&gt;I have started reading my Bible again almost everyday.  I have started on the minor prophets I believe is what you call them.  I have read 3 or 4 of them so far.  It is pretty intersting.  I started with Ecclesiates acctually (I know that's not a minor prophet) and I loved that book.&lt;br /&gt;I got the results back from my CAT scan on my lump under my arm, and it is just fatty tissue, so no more to do about that.  Now I just have to wait to go to the dermatologist to see what is up with my skin.  I think it is eczema but the creams are not working that well.  Anyway, I just thought I would update and let everyone know about the business of our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2458364248765239502?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2458364248765239502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2458364248765239502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2458364248765239502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2458364248765239502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/09/full-swing.html' title='full swing'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SNuYL-JuN7I/AAAAAAAAAFY/3oYjevBkMUQ/s72-c/DSC01875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-865701512457026029</id><published>2008-08-22T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:41:42.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Solomon</title><content type='html'>The other night I opened up my Bible for the first time in a while.  It's sad but true.  I just said whatever book I open up to I'm going to start reading.  I had been trying to get through all the Psalms, not really what I needed.  So I opened it up to Ecclesiates.  Man it got my attention from the get go.  Solomon writes about his life and how he has finally discovered that life apart from God is hollow, empty, and meaningless.  A while back I wrote a blog titled the Hollow.  It seemed to be consuming me and I could find no other word to describe it but hollow.  I felt empty inside, nothing could liven my spirit.  Well hello now I know why.  I was trying to do it all on my own.  I was not seeking God's words or wisdom or truth.  I have made it through chapter 5 and I want to finish because it's like when I read a good book and can't wait to get to the end to see if good finally prevails.  I know that it does otherwise God would not have put it in his Word.  Solomon was a great man that asked God for wisdom.  He got all he could ask for.  He was a wealthy powerful ruler of the greatest land of his time.  He had all this and he still felt hollow and empty inside.  It makes me think.  Solomon wrote that all the wisdom does not make you feel better because then you see and know all the things that can be, but it is not happening.  He wrote about having all the money and beautiful things in life but it meant nothing because it did not fulfill him.  I don't have all the wisdom, and I for sure don't have all the money.  So it would make sense that my life should be simpler.  I try to make things so much more complicated than they really are.  I am a firm believer in the fact that life is a series of choices.  Each choice has a consequence.  So why do I think that it is so hard to make the right choices.  I know the consequences I want to have and the choices I need to make to get those consequences.  But still I don't choose them.  It is all a conscious effort, that I was letting pass me by because I thought it was too hard.  That's all been thrown out the window now because I will choose to pay more attention to the choices I make.  I want my room in the mansion of Heaven and my crown of jewels and to dance in my maker's glory for eternity.  I want to meet all the souls in Heaven and learn their experiences and read their life stories.  I want my Father to wipe away my tears for the souls that will not meet me there.  I want to crawl on His lap and have Him rock me to sleep at night.  I want to walk through the perfect garden and have no temptations.  I want to ask God all the questions that perplex me so much...like did Adam and Eve have belly buttons, what is the purpose of slugs, did the chicken or egg come first.  This may not be how it really happens, but I would like to think so.  God's not going to spend eternity ignoring and not delighting in His children that chose Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-865701512457026029?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/865701512457026029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=865701512457026029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/865701512457026029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/865701512457026029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/08/king-solomon.html' title='King Solomon'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5696089785691777229</id><published>2008-08-12T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:08:47.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's up</title><content type='html'>So I'll just update and let everyone know what's up.  I don't know about anyone else but I remember when I was younger and I would do something wrong, I would always stay away from my mother.  Even when I moved out, and I would be doing something I knew she wouldn't approve of, I just wouldn't call her for weeks at a time.  I bring this up because I have stayed away from here and from God for a long time because I have not been living a Christ like life.  I know we all stumble and we all still fall short of God's glory, but man I was making deliberate decisions to take the other path.  The problem with this is when I go the other way, I don't talk to God, I don't want to be around Him.  Then things start falling apart, bickering in my house, funds start being a problem, I mean everything is affected.  Fortunately I know where to turn and I'm getting less stubborn about turning there when I need to.  This past Sunday morning we had all slept in till about 8:45.  I got up and looked at Caleb and said, "So I guess we're going to the 11:00 service."  He grumbled and mumbled for about 10 minutes.  Then he came around to the kitchen put his arms around me and said, "Thank you for making us go to church."  Now he didn't mean that I was forcing them, he was saying thank you for holding him accountable.  That day we had the best day together as a family.  We went out to eat, took naps, and did some yard work.  It was an excellent day.&lt;br /&gt;On a different note ZJ has been dry for 3 days, working on day 4.  We will be done with pullups comepletely by the year's end.  (She still has to wear them to sleep.)&lt;br /&gt;Another different note, anybody reading this in the same area as me, my mom and I are wanting to do a biggest loser contest.  Start up is $10, then a dollar for every pound gained.  Weigh ins weekly, probably last 8 weeks or until you reach your goal weight.  Anyone interested just let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5696089785691777229?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5696089785691777229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5696089785691777229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5696089785691777229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5696089785691777229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-up.html' title='what&apos;s up'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5612145741548845589</id><published>2008-07-08T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:19:53.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a little down today</title><content type='html'>So the stress of me not having a paycheck is coming in has hit again.  I remember this from the last time I didn't work, somehow things worked out.  We just have to have faith God will provide for us.  &lt;br /&gt;Sassy got back Sunday from a week camping trip with her Yia-Yia and Popooh.  I don't think I want her to be away from me again on a holiday.  ZJ missed her the most I think.  Sassy had to carry ZJ around all day the day she got home.  It was rather cute.  Jade and Sassy are going to the circus tonight, they should have lots of fun.  Jade's mom had an extra ticket and Jade thought to invite Sassy.  She's so thoughtful that way.  If my digital camera was working I would take pics of Jade's new room downstairs.  It is awesome, I'm awful proud of my husband's craftsmanship.  We have lots of birthdays coming up next month, Caleb's, Zoey's, my sister's, my nephew's, and then Sassy's all within 2 weeks of each other.  Which brings us full circle to the beginning of this blog, money.  Sometimes I hate money.  I have to remember that it is not evil, but the root of all evil right?  I don't know UGGHH!!!  Just frustrated and not making much sense I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5612145741548845589?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5612145741548845589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5612145741548845589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5612145741548845589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5612145741548845589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-little-down-today.html' title='just a little down today'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2591037558378360030</id><published>2008-07-01T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:25:13.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update</title><content type='html'>So not wanting to be outdone by my best friend, I had to come in and change a few things up.  Sam has come into the 21st century and gotten herself a blogspot and created a nice little page, so I couldn't let mine just stay how it was.  I don't really know what to write, because my life is pretty much redundant every day.  I chase kids and dogs around all day, clean my house (which by the way, has never been cleaner), go to the library twice a week, cook gourmet meals (hehehe), and tinker in the yard.  I still am not sure what I'm doing with the whole gardening thing, but I like to dig in the dirt and plant things to watch them grow.  The biggest excitement in our lives is that Jade's downstairs room is finally done, it's so cool, I'm almost jealous.  And Sassy decided to break her thumb last week.  It's just a small fracture on the outside of her left thumb.  They can't really do much for it, but she is milking it for all its worth!  Anyway, I been loving this summer, the weather has been awesome, we have been walking everywhere.  Saves on gas.  Good form of exercise too.  Well that's about all now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2591037558378360030?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2591037558378360030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2591037558378360030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2591037558378360030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2591037558378360030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-update.html' title='A Little Update'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5707465332783584813</id><published>2008-06-22T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T07:54:06.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady of Leisure</title><content type='html'>So I've had a few weeks with not going to work.  Another of my Multiple Operations Managers (M.O.M.) friends called and asked if I was a lady of leisure now.  We both laughed because we know that staying at home and raising the kids is no leisurely thing.  I think I work more now than when I went to work.  But I don't think I would change a thing.  We took the kids to the races last night,  ZJ loved them except when there was a caution-the cars weren't going fast enough for her! well gotta go chase kids and dogs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5707465332783584813?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5707465332783584813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5707465332783584813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5707465332783584813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5707465332783584813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/06/lady-of-leisure.html' title='Lady of Leisure'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2725645748694896430</id><published>2008-06-09T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T05:10:22.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>Only one thing stands a chance &lt;br /&gt;Against the hollow that threatens&lt;br /&gt;It is the only thing that can fight&lt;br /&gt;It's hope&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing can dissipate the anger&lt;br /&gt;It can renew the smile&lt;br /&gt;It can refresh the spirit &lt;br /&gt;It's hope&lt;br /&gt;It can reignite the flames of familiarity&lt;br /&gt;It douses out the anguish&lt;br /&gt;It picks you up from the depths of despair&lt;br /&gt;It's hope&lt;br /&gt;It can break through the darkness&lt;br /&gt;It sends its rays to warm you&lt;br /&gt;It knocks back complacency&lt;br /&gt;It's hope&lt;br /&gt;It defeats depression&lt;br /&gt;It destroys emptiness&lt;br /&gt;It triumphs over the torture&lt;br /&gt;It's hope&lt;br /&gt;It is available only by God's grace&lt;br /&gt;It has no expense&lt;br /&gt;You can get it anytime &lt;br /&gt;It's hope&lt;br /&gt;It will always be there&lt;br /&gt;No matter how small a dose&lt;br /&gt;Just reach out &lt;br /&gt;It's hope&lt;br /&gt;Cling to it for dear life&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever let go&lt;br /&gt;For when the hollow attacks again&lt;br /&gt;Hope will prevail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2725645748694896430?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2725645748694896430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2725645748694896430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2725645748694896430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2725645748694896430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/06/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-417670709289039595</id><published>2008-06-05T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T20:43:10.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hollow</title><content type='html'>You don't know what it is, but it's there&lt;br /&gt;Lurking behind every empty smile&lt;br /&gt;Hiding behind the seemingly perfect facade&lt;br /&gt;It's the hollow&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking into each intimate moment&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the sarcasm douses the flame&lt;br /&gt;But the embers never die&lt;br /&gt;It's the hollow&lt;br /&gt;The little lies cover it for a time&lt;br /&gt;But it scratches it's way to the surface&lt;br /&gt;Knowing there's no one to confide in&lt;br /&gt;It's the hollow&lt;br /&gt;You are never sure if it's the unfulfilled dreams&lt;br /&gt;Or the childhood secret dying to burst out&lt;br /&gt;It could be the let down of this life&lt;br /&gt;It's the hollow&lt;br /&gt;It gnaws away at the spirit&lt;br /&gt;It eats at your soul&lt;br /&gt;It drowns you in quiet anguish&lt;br /&gt;It's the hollow&lt;br /&gt;You search for freedom&lt;br /&gt;And almost have it in your grasp&lt;br /&gt;But freedom seems no match&lt;br /&gt;For it's the hollow&lt;br /&gt;Tears cannot even rain down&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to matter&lt;br /&gt;Everything appears surreal&lt;br /&gt;But it's the hollow&lt;br /&gt;It will steal away any happiness&lt;br /&gt;But not with haste, only stealth&lt;br /&gt;All just seems barely out of reach&lt;br /&gt;It's the hollow&lt;br /&gt;Teasing, taunting, torturing&lt;br /&gt;Dangling, leading, suppressing&lt;br /&gt;Empty, nothing, just hollow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-417670709289039595?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/417670709289039595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=417670709289039595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/417670709289039595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/417670709289039595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/06/hollow.html' title='The Hollow'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6129281070371352518</id><published>2008-05-29T05:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T05:36:57.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day!</title><content type='html'>Well today is officially my last day of work!  I have to work about 3.5 hours helping teachers pack up and move things to store for the summer.  I am so excited.  No actual plans as to what I will do with all my time.  I know I will be out in the yard working a lot this summer and I hope to buy a little wading pool for the girls to play in.  Z.J. just loves the water.  Sassy  however is terrified of it.  But I think I can manage to get her in a small pool like that.  I think I am going to take just one class next semester and maybe work on getting my teaching license, but we'll see.  I can only do one class at a time because that is about all we can afford.  So even though I only have four classes left, it will take me a while.  Once Z.J. gets into school I may just substitute for a while until I come across a job here in town.  I don't really want to have to travel far for my job, but that remains to be seen.  Anyway, not a lot of time this morning, so I will head to work now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6129281070371352518?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6129281070371352518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6129281070371352518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6129281070371352518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6129281070371352518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-day.html' title='Last Day!'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4497403741338809108</id><published>2008-05-11T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T04:36:05.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>Well Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers reading right now.  Such a yucky day for such a happy day.  It is now 6:20 and I have already been outside in the pouring rain.  That would be because of the gift my husband got for me for Mother's Day.  Yes we officially now have a new addition to our family!  He got me a big dog, well she is a puppy now, but she will be big.  She is part lab, part rotweiler.  She is adorable and her name is Zayna.   I wanted a dog for the backyard when we get it fenced in this summer.  Zayna is about 6 weeks old.  I came home Friday night and Caleb had beaten me home.  Well I was outside talking with the neighbor when he came out and then here comes this shy little puppy following him.  He said it was a free puppy but then we had to go to Walmart and spend $150 dollars on all the stuff we needed for her!  Then we gotta take her to the vet and get her shots and stuff.  So much for free.  But that's ok.  She has been pretty good so far.  The first night only a couple accidents, then only one yesterday.  She wines for about 15 min. at night when she gets put in her cage.  But then she sleeps, just like a little kid.  But she is up at 6 a.m. sharp, ready to go potty.  Pebbles is not too sure what to think of her, she just growls at her and slobbers all over the place.  Zayna just wants to play with her though. Z.J. only likes the puppy when she's sleeping cuz otherwise Zayna jumps up on her.  Sassy is stuck to the puppy like glue, she's such a mother hen!  Anyway, I guess I'll go make some breakfast. Hey whatever happened to moms getting breakfast in bed and not having to do their normal chores on Mother's Day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4497403741338809108?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4497403741338809108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4497403741338809108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4497403741338809108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4497403741338809108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2688045899573843079</id><published>2008-05-03T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:25:38.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Fixings</title><content type='html'>So construction has begun on the basement now.  We are building a room downstairs for Jade.  We just finished the closet.  If my camera were working I would be glad to put pictures up of how handy my husband actually is.  But the camera does not work when it doesn't feel like it.  Anyway, Zoey has graduated to a big girl bed.  Tonight will be the first night she actually gets to sleep in it.  I'm hoping that it will all go well and maybe this will help her to sleep all night.  She hasn't been sleeping the last few weeks and Caleb says, " I wonder why all of a sudden she isn't sleeping".  I just laughed and reminded him that the child has not slept since she was born.  Soccer is now over for Sassy.  Today was the last game and she scored a goal.  She actually has some pretty decent skills for a five year old.  She got a medal from the coach and is pretty proud today.  I don't really have much else right now, just hadn't written in a while, so I thought I'd give a few lines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2688045899573843079?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2688045899573843079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2688045899573843079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2688045899573843079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2688045899573843079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-fixings.html' title='New Fixings'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2425121539574698467</id><published>2008-04-17T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:25:14.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>First I want to start by saying that an awesome family from church needs all your prayers as they deal with the loss of their little angel.  That young lady touched my heart in a way I cannot even understand and she didn't even know me.  I can't type anymore about or I will cry again.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the other day as I was off work again with sick children (Z.J. was in the ER Tues. night, but all is well now, just another child on breathing treatments) about some of my favorite things and trying to see if I could figure out exactly what they meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;1. New shoes!  Now I don't know what it is about women and new shoes but there is just a feeling about buying a new pair of shoes that I don't think I can explain.  It doesn't even have to be an expensive pair, actually the cheaper they are the better the feeling.  I had to give up a pair of really cute heels that I got for $3 the other day, because with each pregnancy my feet have grown.  I was pretty upset, but then it dawned on me that it meant I could go shopping for more shoes!  I have to admit that new purses and belts have a similar affect on me.  I think that by enjoying just a new pair of shoes so much means that I appreciate the little things in life and am grateful for all of them.&lt;br /&gt;2. Weenie roasts.  I love the smell of logs burning, the taste of burnt hotdogs and marshmallows, the fellowship of whoever might be there, and the feeling of sitting around a fire on a lawn chair with nothing to do but gaze at the fire.  Now this gets me for a couple reasons...I always remember something when I am at a weenie roast, I can't even be sure what it is, but the smells always come back to me. (They say that your olfactory, or smell, nerves create the strongest memories).  I am creating new memories by doing nothing special at all.&lt;br /&gt;3. Back rubs, foot rubs, and so on!  I love to just be touched.  To sit there and have my arms tickled or the tension rubbed out of my shoulders or feet, that is an amazing sensation.  This obviously is my love language, and it is funny because Sas is the same way.  She has been since she was an infant.  She used to nurse with her hand straight up in the air so I could tickle the palm of her hand.  I remember staying at my grandma's as a little girl and making her tickle my arms or face until she fell asleep and then I would wake her up to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I could list probably a few more but I think these three are my top 3 favorite things, in no particular order.  I don't think I could rank them, because they are all so important to me.  Seems silly, I know, but I just wanted to put it out there for you all to ponder a bit...enjoy and don't forget to pray please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2425121539574698467?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2425121539574698467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2425121539574698467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2425121539574698467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2425121539574698467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-things.html' title='My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-7207195434688738961</id><published>2008-04-05T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T05:53:48.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changed</title><content type='html'>You know the other day after I wrote about the winter blahs, I started feeling a lot better.  I even sat at the table with Z.J. as she ate breakfast and sang whatever song was in her little head.  Then we threw our arms up and praised God for a new day given to us.  She just laughed.  She is growing up so fast.  She is a little repeat machine.  The words she is learning so fast just amazes me.  She did learn how to say fork the other night and it really sounds like an obscenity, so that one will stay in the house for a while.  She learned how to say Love you about 2 weeks ago, and it makes my heart burst every time she says it!  It is so stinking cute.  Sassy is sitting on the chair singing right now, "Lay my life before You, how I looove you."  Our church does a wonderful job teaching our children the word of God.  &lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty rough.  All last week during spring break Z.J. ran a fever, and by Monday I thought she was fine.  But alas, I got a call at work from the daycare saying that she was running a fever of 102.  I left work early and was thankful for that because I was feeling quite bad.  I couldn't get her into the dr. until 6 p.m. that day, and by the time we got there the dr. looked at me and said oh you look like you've got the flu.  Z.J. had an ear infection and they tested me for the flu but it came back negative.  At this point I was just wanting someone to shoot me and put me out of my misery.  I felt like I had a clydesdale doing a jig on my head, I couldn't breathe, and I had the nastiest driest cough ever.  By Wednesday, I was feeling better but my husband started getting it.  So we have been a sick bunch this week.  &lt;br /&gt;Well we only have 7 weeks of school left now, it's hard to think that it's almost over.  I will not be returning to work next year, but I will be helping in Sassy's classroom about once a week.  &lt;br /&gt;I think I need to get off here and round up the children for Sassy's soccer game today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-7207195434688738961?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/7207195434688738961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=7207195434688738961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/7207195434688738961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/7207195434688738961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/04/changed.html' title='changed'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4383210364975124972</id><published>2008-03-28T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T06:22:16.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A case of the blahs</title><content type='html'>I think that I am just so ready for spring and summer.  I like all the seasons but winter...I can't stand the cold, I'm not real fond of the snow even, and it seems like it drags on forever.  I like short sleeves and flip flops, diggin in the dirt, swimming, camping, barbeques, even weenie roasts in the fall, I like the smells of spring, the warmth of summer, and the colors of fall.  But lately I haven't even been able to get myself to enjoy anything because of this nasty weather.  I've lost all interest in normal things.  I used to enjoy and look forward to working out, now I don't even care what I eat.  I used to read my Bible every night before bed, and ashamed to say I have a hard time remembering to take it to church on Sundays.  I used to want to do all that I could for the church and now I don't even like to leave my house.  I've been on "spring break" this whole week and I think that I've left my house 3 times.  That's sad.  I do enjoy not working though and Caleb said he could get used to it again.  I have managed to keep the house pretty clean, get dinner on the table every night, get some painting done for the closet, and make mints and a cake for my neighbor.  I've just got cabin fever so bad that I can't hardly stand it, it's driving me crazy!  Anyway, that's all just thought I'd vent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4383210364975124972?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4383210364975124972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4383210364975124972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4383210364975124972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4383210364975124972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/03/case-of-blahs.html' title='A case of the blahs'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-8477403000292393597</id><published>2008-03-17T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T16:28:47.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 posts in one day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kYtliQs0tc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7kYtliQs0tc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this song was redone by Raven for her new movie, but I remember the first time I heard this song.  I think I was skating...but anyway, they attribute this song as the pioneer of rap.  I don't know about all that, but man I really dig this song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-8477403000292393597?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/8477403000292393597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=8477403000292393597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8477403000292393597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8477403000292393597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/03/2-posts-in-one-day.html' title='2 posts in one day!'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6213406566290343260</id><published>2008-03-17T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T03:58:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry it's been so long</title><content type='html'>So I haven't been on for a while so this may prove to be a fairly long one, but then again maybe not!  Well let's see, first thing new and exciting is my step-daughter gave her life to Christ and got baptized yesterday at Jefferson Street Christian church.  Her step-father and other step-sister got baptized as well.  So what a day of rejoicing yesterday for our families.  Caleb asked Jade what it meant to be baptized and she understood what it meant and she was really excited to do it.  I think Caleb even teared up a bit when she went under and came back up.  &lt;br /&gt;Sesleigh has learned how to ride a two-wheeler bike now.  She is so excited and won't stop pestering me to go out and ride.  So finally yesterday we went out and she did fairly well, only 7 or 8 wipeouts.  She still needs help getting started some times, but she gets to going and goes quite a ways.  It is almost scary to me how much these girls are growing up.  I mean Jade is making huge life altering decisions, and Sesleigh is gaining more and more independence.&lt;br /&gt;As for Z.J., she is like a little sponge and ready to repeat anything you say.  She has started saying Love you or something like that in the past week.  Yesterday at Sunday school she learned the word happy and wouldn't quit saying it all day.  She is such a Daddy's girl it is not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;My husband has been busy working in the bedroom.  We have been in our new huge bedroom for about 4 weeks now.  It is amazing and big, Caleb said the first night that he felt like he was sleeping in a hotel room!  It's nice to finally have our own space and to have it feel like a retreat.  He has now started working on the closet, we have it mostly drywalled.  Once we get all that done, then Caleb will start building the shelves and all that good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's the biggest stuff to update about so I better get off here and get ready for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6213406566290343260?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6213406566290343260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6213406566290343260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6213406566290343260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6213406566290343260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/03/sorry-its-been-so-long.html' title='sorry it&apos;s been so long'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5212704685753471265</id><published>2008-02-10T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T19:18:27.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in my Life</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted in a while and I figured I'd better before Amy gets on me again.  I figured out that I have what I call motherhood ADD.  Just so everyone understands, I thought I'd write about a day in my life.  This is just any normal day that I don't have work.  Maybe then you all will understand why I don't get the chance to get on here as much as I would like....&lt;br /&gt; I get up and exercise, take my shower, eat my breakfast and enjoy my moment of peace before the chaos begins.  Then the baby wakes up (I know she is no longer a baby but I like to consider her this to make me feel better), I fix her breakfast and wake the other one or two up (depending on the day it is).  When I wake them up I see they have piles of laundry on their floors, so I have them take the clothes downstairs so I can do laundry.  On my way downstairs, the baby screams that she needs a diaper change, and proceed to change her diapers and get her an outfit.  While rumaging through the closet to find clothes I decide to gather all the empty hangers for the laundry that I am getting ready to do.  I put the hangers in the hall closet and remember that I still need to clothe the naked baby.  I go back to her closet to get her clothes and the middle one stops me to get help fixing her hair.  I stop to pull her hair up and tell her to brush her teeth and make her bed.  Then I head downstairs to do laundry.  I get all the clothes sorted and a load thrown in the washer.  I come upstairs to a still naked baby and a living room filled with big lego blocks.  I go back to the closet for a third time and grab an outfit, determined to get clothes on the child this time.  I come back out to find that the baby has filled her diaper and needs changed again.  I change her and put clothes on her (first task complete: time taken 34 minutes).  Then I coax the baby into picking up the blocks.  As she is picking up the blocks she finds a book, so we stop to read it.  In the middle of the book the oldest comes out and says she's hungry so can I please get her a bowl for some cereal.  I go to the kitchen to get a bowl and realize they are all dirty, so I run water and wash a bowl, intending to do all the dishes.  But the baby has other plans...she has taken off her shirt and found some kind of food from somewhere on the floor.  I run to stop her from eating what I find out is dog food and put her shirt back on her only to hear water hitting the floor from the sink overflowing.  I stop the water, mop up the water and decide that I might as well just mop the whole floor.  I get out the bucket, but figure I'd better sweep first.  I grab the broom from the pantry and can't find the dustpan.  So I proceed to clean out the pantry in order to find it.  In the middle of this task the middle one is now hungry and wants eggs for breakfast.  I go back to the sink to wash a skillet, cook her some eggs, and get her set at the table.  I decide to go downstairs to switch the laundry over before I do anything else so I can at least one load done today.  I get down there to realize I left the lid up so the washer hasn't even started a full cycle.  I close the lid come back upstairs, go back downstairs to get meat to lay out for supper and remember that I didn't put detergent in the washer.  I put the detergent in and come back up stairs to realize that I didn't get meat for supper.  I go back downstairs grab the meat, come back upstairs and find the baby with her sippy cup broken and milk all over the floor and herself.  I change her clothes a second time and grab the mop bucket to fill it up, but decide sweeping is still the first step.  Oh but wait, I still haven't found the dustpan.  I go back to cleaning the pantry and pull out all outdated items.  Then I smell a funky smell and realize the baby has filled her diaper again.  I change her diaper and find out that the mess has leaked all over her clothes.  I change her outfit for the third time this morning.  I wash out the mess and take the clothes downstairs to be washed.  When I get back upstairs the children inform me that it is time for lunch.  I wash some more pans and silverware so I can make lunch.  As I am cooking lunch I hear the washing machine stop, so I go downstairs to switch out laundry.  I put in another load and go back upstairs to find out that lunch has burned.  So now the girls get peanut butter and jelly.  I figure that since it's lunch time I better at least get my teeth brushed while they are all eating.  I brush my teeth and decide the sink needs cleaned.  As I'm cleaning the sink I notice the mirror, bathtub, and stool need cleaned as well so I go to get the necessary items for the job and realize that I still have not finished cleaning out the pantry.  I start this job for a third time, but the children are done and the baby is ready for a nap (the most glorious time of the day).  And since this is just my morning and I am just tired typing all this I will end with this last thought.  It is only 1 p.m. and all I have managed to accomplish is dressing the baby 3 times.  My house has 120 lego blocks all over the living room floor, the table has p.b. smeared all over it, the sink is full of cold water and greasy dishsoap, dishes all over the counter and stove, the pantry door is still open, the dust pan is still MIA; there is a puddle of milk on the dining room floor, the mop bucket in the middle of the kitchen floor the broom laying in the hallway (the baby drug it there), the bathroom has towels rugs and shower curtain laying on the floor from my bright idea to clean the bathroom, and I still haven't finished brushing my teeth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I want everyone to know that this may not be every day, but this is a general day in my life.  And this is just the morning.  My husband wonders why I want to go to bed at 7:30 and why I'm so tired by staying home with the kids all day.  But I thought it would be a comic relief and I expect no sympathy from any mother who suffers Motherhood ADD.  May all your days be filled with life's distractions and God's blessings....hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5212704685753471265?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5212704685753471265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5212704685753471265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5212704685753471265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5212704685753471265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/02/day-in-my-life.html' title='A day in my Life'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4673195873330364744</id><published>2008-01-13T15:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T15:50:19.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some news</title><content type='html'>So I guess my exciting news is something that should have been posted a week ago, but I started back to work this week so go figure.  Caleb starts another job tomorrow!  He will be making more than what we made together at his previous job.  Plus, he is guaranteed the manager position at the RP store here in Lincoln.  So no more traveling and he also told me that next school year I have the option to stay at home with Zoey if I want to!  Woohoo!  It is all pretty exciting and I know he feels more comfortable with this job.  I don't really have much else to say but I wanted to let everyone know our exciting news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4673195873330364744?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4673195873330364744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4673195873330364744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4673195873330364744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4673195873330364744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-some-news.html' title='Just some news'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-8915226582750283130</id><published>2007-12-31T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:04:30.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/R3j_rlPu5QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pMf_rADx4Ek/s1600-h/DSC01460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/R3j_rlPu5QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pMf_rADx4Ek/s320/DSC01460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150147298095719682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is late I know but I wanted to put up a picture of Christmas time at our house.  I'm sure this isn't the best one but I think that the tree all lit up with the girls in red in front of it is fabulous.  Christmas at our house is evolving so much yet remains so much the same.  This year we went to dinner at my mom's house for Christmas Eve, this is a new tradition that started last year.  The girls got some great things.  Jade got her pair of red shoes she's been asking for for about 3 years.  Sesleigh got the High School Musical 2 dvd which has been played nonstop since.  And Zoey got plenty of toys that sit in the toybox as she continues to play with the tupperware on the microwave stand!  Then when we got home the Christmas Eve Elf had made his annual visit.  He usually brings pj's that we can wear on Christmas morning to open presents.  Then on Christmas morning Santa brought Zoey a rocking horse that she likes to play rough with...hehehe...she fell off every time she rode it that day.  Sassy got Bratz dolls, and Jade got an MP3 player.  Then Caleb and I had given them jewelry from Lia Sophia and Zoey got a new winter coat.  Caleb and I didn't give gifts to each other this year, but Santa did fill our stockings and that was a blessing enough.  After we all got ready we went to my grandparents for brunch.  It is the only time of the year when I get to see my grandma's side of the family (except for the occasional Walmart outing) plus the food is terrific.  Then we came home and I took a nap, because I wasn't feeling too well.  Then about 2:30 we left for Rushville to see Caleb's grandma.  She spent her Christmas in the nursing home because she hasn't been feeling well enough to go out.  We wanted to take the girls so they could have memories of her at special times.  Caleb and his dad do not think Grandma Maxine will make it another 6 months.  Kinda sad, but what  a relief for a woman who has spent a lifetime taking care of everyone else.  Now she can go home and live in her father's glory with no pain and no worry.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a feeling this will be a long blog since I haven't posted in a while.  Yesterday I was sitting in my nice clean house while Caleb and Jade were still asleep, no it was 2 days ago.  Zoey and Sassy were playing in Sassy's room watching HSM2 (imagine that).  I was just sitting there listening to them and cherishing all the joys God has granted me.  Their laughter and squeals of joy just consumed me and made me about well up with tears (I did say about).  Then I just sat there thinking about God's great love.  Because I do not deserve the blessings He has poored out on me, but because He is so great and loving He does it anyway.  I was sitting in a home not just a house listening to 2 healthy beautiful smart girls play.  I had another beautiful smart and healthy one asleep.  And a husband who takes living with 5 females (yes the dog is too) all in stride and keeps us laughing.  My husband is an awesome provider and likes to think he is in charge, but seriously how can he be with all us girls.  I am healthy, able to work, can think for myself and have the freedom to choose how I should live my life.  Man what more can I ask for.  &lt;br /&gt;And then again last night it happened again.  Zoey had been sick most of the day, but was finally not filling her britches every ten minutes by the time we laid her down for bed.  Then the 2 oldest got a little hyper around bed time and we all just piled on Dad and beat him up and wrestled with each other and laughed and screamed with delight.  Sometimes it is beyond me how God is so loving to a sinner like me, but I guess that says something about His character not mine.  I can't remember where I heard or read it but I remember something about somebody saying that the life we have says nothing about us, but rather all about God and his grace.  I think it was a Pastor James sermon.  Amy help me out on this one.  &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tonight is New Year's Eve and we have kind of a running tradition in this house now.  We just all hang out here, I take on my friend's teenage daughter, and we watch chick flicks, eat, and toast with our sparkling grape juice at midnight.  I think the plans tonight are to watch Ratatuille (sp. I'm sure), and Bring it On 3.  We may even get to watch Hairspray too.  We will eat lots of good food, I think maybe do nails...Caleb always looks good with pink polish...hehehe.  And then toast in the new year.  And of course tomorrow Illini play at 3:30, so we will be parked in front of a TV for the afternoon.  I never knew I liked football so much.&lt;br /&gt;Well that should do it for now, hope you all enjoyed reading this tremendously long blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-8915226582750283130?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/8915226582750283130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=8915226582750283130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8915226582750283130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8915226582750283130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/12/cherish.html' title='Cherish'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/R3j_rlPu5QI/AAAAAAAAAEw/pMf_rADx4Ek/s72-c/DSC01460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2437373238312964337</id><published>2007-12-22T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T06:43:08.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Two nights ago I read another chapter in Pastor James' book about how to change.  I must admit that I really didn't want to.  This book has been a tough one for me to get through.  I've had to face a lot of nasty truths about myself that I have buried for so long.  I am just a sinner after all.  This does not excuse me to keep on sinning because I know of God's grace.  But rather it is a reason for me to turn from sin.  The first few chapters of the book were especially tough because they point out what I have been doing wrong for so many years and the fact that I cannot do it on my own.  So you can understand my hesitation to read yet another chapter.  But after reading chapter 5, I was very encouraged.  A weight was lifted from my shoulders when I finished reading and answered my questions at the end of the chapter.  I have been trying for so long to end my own slavery to sin.  A silly thing I realized when I read this chapter, because Pastor James pointed out that Christ has already done the dirty work (i.e. dying on the cross a miserable death) to release his followers from that bondage.  My job is actually quite simple, make the right choice.  Christ has released me from the slavery of sin, and I can now live knowing that I do not have to do what He has already done.  This does not excuse me to just keep on sinning because God has grace enough to forgive me.  It should however be a result of my relationship with Him.  The more I put into the relationship, the more my life will change.  After all if I do not make an effort to live for Him and with Him, how do I expect Him to show me what to change let alone how to change it.  God is great and I am excited about a renewed energy to live for Him.  &lt;br /&gt;Well I will sign off with saying this Christmas season I hope everyone remembers what it is really all about and shows compassion and grace to all they come in contact with just as Christ did by leaving His wonderful throne in Heaven to walk with us sinners on December 25th, some 2000 years ago.  What love for us He has!  Praise Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2437373238312964337?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2437373238312964337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2437373238312964337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2437373238312964337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2437373238312964337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/12/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5394777088127186038</id><published>2007-12-09T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:23:39.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vesicouretal Reflux</title><content type='html'>So we went for the nasty test on Friday to see if Sesleigh has vesicouretal reflux.  It is a genetic disorder that she will hopefully grow out of.  The x-ray showed that she has a mild case of it.  They grade the disease on a scale of 1 to 5, 1 being the mildest and five being the most severe case.  On the right side of her bladder/kidneys/ureters she has a 2.  This means that when she goes to the bathroom and the bladder contracts to empty it out, the valve that is supposed to shut to keep the urine from going back up doesn't close all the way.  So urine is going back up into the kidneys, but fortunately is not filling the kidney enough to make it dilate.  On the left side she has a 1, which means that the urine is going back up the tube, but is not reaching the kidney.  This is a blessing because it could be much worse and could require surgery, but instead she will be on a daily antibiotic for a year (to basically prevent the stagnant urine from causing infections).  She has to go do a flow study to make sure that there are no other underlying conditions.  They are thinking that as she gets older and more developed the muscles that open and close the valves will get stronger and her body will fix this problem on its own.&lt;br /&gt;But enough about that.  We have been inside all weekend with the nastiness going on outside.  But we have been baking and baking and doing some more baking.  I have made about 300 cookies so far, and I still have my chocalate covered pretzels to go and another batch of cookies to go!  I love to make cookies for the holidays.  I think I will try pumpkin bread today too.  Caleb was trying to do some baking yesterday and didn't have much luck and pumpkin bread is his favorite so maybe I'll cheer him up a bit.  I cannot believe that there are only 2 more weeks till Christmas!  I have a bit more shopping to do but nothing too serious.  We are trying to not spend so much so we are not buying for as many people and the ones we are buying for we have set a limit to ( a very low one at that).  We really have our goals focused on paying everything off by the end of next year.  Then paying for a family vacation to somewhere really cool that the girls would enjoy.  But anywho, I better get off here and get my cookies out of the oven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5394777088127186038?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5394777088127186038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5394777088127186038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5394777088127186038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5394777088127186038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/12/vesicouretal-reflux.html' title='Vesicouretal Reflux'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-763711781254805338</id><published>2007-12-02T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T14:31:02.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holiday Month</title><content type='html'>The month between Thanksgiving and Christmas has always been a rough time for me.  Satan attacks from every angle and I tend to fall into the trap more often during this month.  I'm not real sure why, it's just always been a pattern for me.  Last night was a night full of bad choices for me.  So this morning after church we came home and I dumped out all the liqour in this house.  The bad thing was that most of it was stuff others had brought over and left here.  But I told Caleb that this house needs to be a dry house from now on.  It's senseless to leave the stuff here when it is one of the tools Satan uses against me.  I just feel a little lost right now and very vulnerable because I love my friends very much, but the friends that I feel closest to are not going to hold me accountable and be available when I'm feeling tempted in the worst way.  And I know there are people who read this blog that would be willing to be there and hold me accountable, but how do I open up when that's not really the type of person I am.  How to I make the transition?  How do I open up?  How do I get over my fears?  How do I make different choices?  How do I stand up to the ones closest to me?  I ask all these questions and I know where the answer lies.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway on a lighter note, Ron preached about doubt this morning.  Doubting about the events of the Christmas story, and he used a line from Miracle on 34th Street.  He gave a great sermon, but there was one part that made me think of a movie that we used to have to watch 4 or 5 times a day for months on end.  The Santa Clause with Tim Allen in it.  I know this movie is based on Santa, but the little boy in the movie drops lines all over the place leading to answers to doubts about Christ.  At one point in the movie Charlie (the little boy) is talking with his step father and his step father says, "Well Charlie how do you know Santa is real and the north pole and the elves.  I've never seen it."  Charlie, being the smart 7-year-old that he is, says, "Have you ever seen a million dollars?  Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it's not real."  Then later on in the movie Charlie tells his dad (who is on his way to transforming into the big S.C.) "Dad remember what the elves said seeing isn't believing, believing is seeing."  &lt;br /&gt;Ron stated the first part of this today.  Our society is so set on the fact that we have to see in order to believe.  But in all reality the opposite is true with God.  You don't have to see God in order to believe in Him.  You have to believe in Him in order to see Him.  I mean He is all around and in all my brokenness this morning, I felt His presence as strong as ever today.  He has rocked me and held me today, He has convicted me, He has led me, He has comforted me, He has blessed me and this is just all today.  So for any of you that are or may know a "doubting Thomas" just ask them about other things they have faith in and cannot see (gravity, air, a million dollars!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-763711781254805338?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/763711781254805338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=763711781254805338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/763711781254805338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/763711781254805338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/12/holiday-month.html' title='The Holiday Month'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5718414527782334784</id><published>2007-11-20T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:01:24.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>different seasons</title><content type='html'>So this past weekend my grandpa had a retirement party.  He finally retired from Cross Implement after 34 years of combined service with John Deere.  This year has been pretty rough for him, he battled pneumonia for about 3 months at the beginning of the year.  Then after about 2 months back to work after that, he came down with shingles and couldn't work for another 2 months.  So with half the year spent ill at home he finally decided it wasn't worth it.  But what an amazing night to see all the people he has touched over the years just by loving his job.  One lady made the comment about "George's own special language"  I just laughed because it's not just his own but his children have the ability to understand and speak the same language!  The example this woman used was one day when Grandpa was on a run he called back in to the office to say he had a flat "tar".  Which took about 3 people talking to him on the phone before everyone realized he was not stuck in tar, but in fact had a flat tire.  It was great to listen to all the memories of this man that means so much to me.  &lt;br /&gt;I remember going to church with them when I would spend the night when I was younger.  As a matter of fact I think that's where I got my first good dose of God (or at least what I can remember).  And you know all the books I'm reading and everything I listen to cannot compare to what I think my grandpa has nailed on the head.  Having a relationship with God is not something hard, it is the simplest thing in the world.  I beat myself up some days thinking that I am not deep enough, or I'm not spiritual enough, or I'm not spending enough time praying and meditating.  My grandpa goes to church regularly, works because he enjoys it, would help anyone who needed it no matter what, and just spills Godliness.  He obviously is not a wordy man with his own language, so Grandpa may not go about preaching his beliefs.  But anyone who meets him can tell that this man is a child of God's.  Sometimes I think we Americans like to make things way too complicated-when in all actuality simplicity is the key....&lt;br /&gt;"But Jesus said, "Let the children come to me.  Don't stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to such as these."  Matthew 19:14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5718414527782334784?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5718414527782334784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5718414527782334784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5718414527782334784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5718414527782334784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/11/different-seasons.html' title='different seasons'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6624865683424665347</id><published>2007-11-13T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T14:32:12.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm still alive</title><content type='html'>So my friend called me last week and just wanted to see how things were going.  She said she checked my blog and I hadn't written anything lately, so just for all you others who happen to be reading this blog I figured I'd post.  Last week we took Sesleigh to a pediatric urologist to see what's going on with her bladder and kidneys.  Without getting into too many gory details she cannot pee properly, she has some skin that has closed over her opening, and as soon as that is corrected they are going to test her for vicerouretal reflux (think acid reflux except in the kidney area).  All of it sounds kinda bad, but nothing is hard to treat we just have to make a few kinda changes and adjust our normal.  &lt;br /&gt;I got the results back yesterday from my heart monitor.  They said that I was having PVC's (not too sure what it stands for), nothing too serious there either I just have to stay away from caffeine (not a problem cuz I don't drink it-gives me migraines) and chocolate (there's where the problem lies).  And if I was having any anxious feelings or nervousness then I needed to let them know because they would give me meds for anxiety.  But such is not the case I just need to once again adjust my normal.  &lt;br /&gt;Jade is doing well as well.  Her grades are pretty good, and she was making out her Christmas list the other day with such simple things that would make her happy.  It is so nice to see that she is content with her life and doesn't want for much.  It's been hard these last few years for her to adjust-I mean she's gotten a new step mom, 2 new sisters here, a new step dad and 2 new sisters at her mom's, a new house at her mom's, and now a new baby on the way at her mom's.  All within a 2 year time frame.  So I was pleased when she was just writing down some of the simplest things and smiling and singing.  &lt;br /&gt;Last night after supper Caleb and I did dishes together.  Then he helped Jade with her homework while I wrestled around on the floor with the two other girls.  Then everyone joined in and finally Caleb and I stood back and watched and he said, "Isn't this what you always dreamed it would be like".  I thought it was awesome that he said exactly what I had been thinking.  We were looking in on the girls from the kitchen and it was like a scene from a movie.  I'm sure some people might read this and think, "Ugh you guys make me sick".  Maybe not in a bad way, but I never thought I would have something so good, and I remember thinking that way about other people's lives when I was younger.  I must admit though, it doesn't just happen.  There's a touch of discipline, an armload of love, and all of God's grace mixed together to actually make us a FUNctional family.  I thank God everyday that He has poured blessings on me.  When I think about my past and which direction I could have went with circumstances and choices I had made I'm glad that He pulled on my heartstrings enough to pull me to Him.  Nothing happens by chance, it's all part of God's plan all you have to do is cry out to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6624865683424665347?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6624865683424665347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6624865683424665347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6624865683424665347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6624865683424665347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-still-alive.html' title='i&apos;m still alive'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-8522445508666239869</id><published>2007-10-22T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:05:15.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i really need to change</title><content type='html'>So last night as I was reading the book by James McDonald I came to a tough realization.  I thought when I started reading the book that I knew exactly what it was I needed to change.  The problem with that thinking was that I didn't let God tell me what He wanted to change right now at this point in time.  I got to looking at the list of possible changes to make in a person's life and I checked out what it was that I actually marked as areas that need improvement.  The things I thought I needed to change were two very physical problems.  Don't get me wrong I think those things will still require very conscious efforts, but I realized that those two things were not what God wanted to work on right now.  &lt;br /&gt;The first one that I really need to work on became very clear to me after reflecting quite a bit (almost obsessing really) about an event that happened Friday night.  I really need to pay close attention to what comes out of my mouth.  Satan has got a strong hold on me by letting my words just fly and the consequences come later.  I am often quick to pass judgment on others and I am very sure to pass on my judgements to anyone who will listen.  So for all you who read this and are keeping me accountable, stop me when you hear me begin to gossip and/or judge others.  I really believe that God wanted the events of Friday to happen to teach me a lesson.  It doesn't really matter what I say or who I say it to, if it is not from Him it is bound to hurt someone.&lt;br /&gt;The second thing that came to my attention by no great happening was that I am never quite content with what I have.  I never have enough.  I looked over the list again and I had 3 things marked the same, but for the life of me could not determine the difference between them.  So I looked it up.  Covet-to want something someone else has.  Envy-to begrudge someone else's good fortune.  Jealous-to fear losing something I have.  Keep in mind these are my loose translations and are just what I gathered from my reading.  After studying up on these I decided that jealousy was not as much of an issue as covetnous and then envy.  After realizing that God was really wanting to change these things in me I remembered a few sermons I have heard in the past 2 years.  The first was one by John Castletein (spelling error I'm sure) almost 2 years ago.  I remember he started off talking about all these great things people had-the most prominent one that sticks out in my mind was his story about the woman in China (I believe) who had somewhere around 3,000 shoes when she died!  When he first said that I was like "Now that's what I'm talking about."  Boy by the end of the sermon was I convicted.  He spoke about the fact that no matter what you have here, it is never ENOUGH to get into Heaven and you can't take it with you.  And in all actuality God is the only thing that can fill that void of ENOUGH.  So really what happened to those 3,000 shoes?  Nothing!  That's just it whatever you feel like you need more of will never be ENOUGH and it all just turns to nothing when it's all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;The other sermon that came to my mind was one of Ron's first sermons at our church.  He talked about being content.  It doesn't matter where you are in your life if you are focused on Christ you will be content with what you have.  Man did this hit home last night and really hurt me.  Because I haven't been content with what I have and always wishing for more showed me that my life is not focused on where it should be.  That really bothers me.  I'm hoping that soon I will learn how God is working and what I need to do and how to do it so that I can be content with what I have and not covet what the "Jones'" down the street have.  And also so I don't degrade loved ones' accomplishments just because I am not at the same place in my life.  How sad that, although maybe not aloud, I cannot truly rejoice with friends over great times in their lives because I am not happy in my own.  Sometimes even secretly wishing bad things to happen just to knock them down to my level.  Why should I not strive to be at the level God wants me to be in relationship with Him, when that is what will truly have the ultimate reward?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-8522445508666239869?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/8522445508666239869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=8522445508666239869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8522445508666239869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8522445508666239869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-i-really-need-to-change.html' title='what i really need to change'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6073757785195475685</id><published>2007-10-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T19:54:46.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>So I started reading "I really want to change...so help me God" by Pastor James McDonald.  I have 3 very specific areas in my life that I need some drastic change and everything that I have done in the past has not worked, so no sense to keep on trying the same old thing.  Anyway, in the book Pastor James has a study section at the end of each chapter, so I answered the questions (seriously even with some thought), then the next step is kinda like a put it in practice type of thing and he suggested telling a friend that I am reading this book on change and asking for prayer.  So I don't know how many people actually read this thing, but whoever does, I am asking for your prayers in my hunt for change.  &lt;br /&gt;I have always been a very independant self-sufficient person and to realize that I am powerless over my iniquities has been a huge bite of humble pie.  I am having a hard time swallowing this idea that I cannot do this "all by myself".  I think I have been saying that phrase since I could talk and now I am realizing that there is no truth to that statement.  I have to rely on God in order to make this change.  &lt;br /&gt;Something else that really struck me when reading this book was the difference between change and reformation.  Reformation is growing on what good is already there.  I mean don't get me wrong I think reformation is a good thing and there are things in my life that I want to reform as well.  But Pastor James made it clear to me that change is BAM!!! all of a sudden and unfortunately there are things that I just need to BAM!!! change in my life.  I know this is what I need to do and I want to do this so I can have a better relationship with God.  Sometimes I get so frustrated with the fact that He created us with free will-I mean what a glorious day when it will just come natural to me worship, honor, glorify, and praise my Maker in all that I do.  But until I can do that, God has to mold me, dry me out, put me in the furnace, paint me, and put me in the furnace again before I can be who He wants me to be.  Sorry if that analogy confused anybody, but an email from long ago came to mind when I was typing...the one about the teacup and the potter.  Anyway, if you ever get that email or would like me to try to explain the story I could but right now I need to get to bed...so thanks for listening.  And thank you in advance for any prayers you can say for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6073757785195475685?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6073757785195475685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6073757785195475685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6073757785195475685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6073757785195475685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6227380580138935434</id><published>2007-10-05T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T17:16:14.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>news about life</title><content type='html'>So today I went to get all my bloodwork done and to get my heart monitor.  I didn't really tell a lot of people about it cuz I don't want people to think it's all in my head.  But for the last couple weeks, I've been having heart palpitations that have been scaring the you know what outta me.  They feel like a panic attack but much shorter...I've had panic attacks in the past and they last for quite a while (like 20 or 30 minutes).  These just last for about 4-5 seconds, then I get the shakes.  Problem is they will come about every 10 minutes in the evening until I go to bed.  Heart disease runs on both sides of my family so I just got worried and said something to the doctor.  Dr. asked if I had any new stress in my life and I told her that I started working full time and that I have been watching the neighbor girls after school for about 3 1/2 hours.  She just chuckled and said "oh just a little bit of stress".  So they did all my bloodwork to check my thyroid (that could be the cause) my cholesterol, my potassium, magnesium, sodium, iron... all that good stuff.  And she put me on this heart monitor for the next 30 days.  If all of that comes back ok then she says it is panic attacks and we can go from there.  &lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Jade started basketball this week and let me tell you it is actually quite comical to watch fourth grade girls try to complete plays, bless her heart she tries so hard.  Caleb says she's not cut out for bball though cuz when she bumped into an opponent the other night, she said sorry!  He just was amazed, but not me, she cares like that.  Sassy has a UTI and we are dealing with that, but she handled it like a trooper.  She has gotten into the habit of going garage saling though and loves to buy other people's junk...but she uses her own money, so we let her.  Zoey is finally getting rid of her rash, Dr. decided it was flea bites, so we sprayed and haven't seen any new bumps come up since.  She is so stinking cute with her curls and all but her middle teeth in.  But man is she onery!  Well I think that's about all, I just wanted to update everyone, since I hadn't blogged in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6227380580138935434?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6227380580138935434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6227380580138935434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6227380580138935434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6227380580138935434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/10/news-about-life.html' title='news about life'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6064467913154276115</id><published>2007-09-17T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:12:05.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>Well I haven't been on in a while because I have started working and things have been hectic.  On top of working I have been watching the neighbor girls after school for the past three weeks.  They leave at 6:30-7:00 and then it's bath and bed time so I just don't have much time to be on here anymore.  But anyway, I practiced some of the dance that a friend and I are doing last night.  It will be awesome when we get to finally do it somewhere, I think it will reach people in ways that they might not be reached otherwise.  I don't know if that made any sense and I don't even know if anyone reads this anymore.  I am just writing because I haven't in a while and I feel like I should but honestly I just don't have the energy....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6064467913154276115?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6064467913154276115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6064467913154276115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6064467913154276115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6064467913154276115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-8400682561925764684</id><published>2007-08-30T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T17:51:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this just needs to be on here</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="videoThumb=http://www.godtube.com/thumb/1_10371.jpg&amp;flvPath=http://www.godtube.com/flvideo1/6/10371.flv" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="flv_demo" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video caught my breath and so represents my life and I'm sure most of yours...just listen to the crowd at the end!  Wow how amazing!  This is why I think dance is such an important part of ministry, how touching it can be for some people.  I just want everyone to see this video, I can't even explain how I am feeling right now...the emotions are just overflowing. The hairs on my arms are standing up and I've got goose pimples, tears in my eyes and everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-8400682561925764684?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/8400682561925764684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=8400682561925764684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8400682561925764684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8400682561925764684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-this-just-needs-to-be-on-here.html' title='I think this just needs to be on here'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5354016306195931879</id><published>2007-08-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T18:17:54.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lot new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well a lot has happened this last week.  A week ago this past Friday, I got a job!  I am a teacher's aide in the LD classroom at Northwest school here in town.  My job is good, but I do miss being at home with my babies, especially since it is so hot in the school!  I help the teacher assist the children with their classroom activities and with group activites, and I get to be a lunchroom and recess monitor.  I do enjoy seeing the children adapt to the newness of me.  Some have already grown attached and I get my daily fill of hugs at school, and others have quit growling at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Zoey turned 1 this past week!  We had a party with cake and ice cream and lots of family here at the house for her.  She has already grown tired of her new toys and is back to playing with the tupperware!  What are you gonna do though?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This morning at church inspired me in a different way than usual.  The worship was amazing.  I loved the songs and could just feel the Spirit moving me.  Then Ron preached a very familiar passage.  You know the one about the armor of God in Ephesians 6.  Now I probably know this passage better than any other in the Bible, but today it just struck me in a different way.  We all know about the helmet of Salvation and how we put it on, but when Ron suggested that we put it on as knowledge that we are already saved it is also a weapon against Satan.  We tell Satan that no matter what he does, we are already saved.  And the breastplate of righteousness-ah yes never turn your back for it is not covered-but wait that is just not true either.  I don't know I always used to just think that this armor was little and the only offensive weapon we have against Satan is the Bible.  But each piece wounds Satan when we boldly wear it.  And together with the sword, Satan does not stand a chance.  I want to remember each day to carefully put on my armor so that when Satan attacks (and he will) he cannot destroy me!  He may be able to hurt me but never will he destroy me for I fight for the winning team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5354016306195931879?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5354016306195931879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5354016306195931879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5354016306195931879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5354016306195931879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/08/whole-lot-new.html' title='A whole lot new'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5180533755822093165</id><published>2007-08-14T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T06:36:26.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to clarify something from my blog the other day.  I do not think my family are bad people.  Some of them just do certain things that are not good for me and I am not yet strong enough to be around certain things and not participate.  I do not necessarily think these things are bad in and of themselves, I just cannot control myself which leads to sin, so therefore until I become stronger I cannot be around "stuff".  I am talking about being able to stand up for myself and what I believe in no matter where or who the pressure comes from.  I don't think that my loved ones put pressure on me, but I feel pressured to live the way I used to because that's just how it's been for so long.  And right now I am trying to become a new person with a new outlook on life and am trying not to go back to my old ways.  I did not mean to hurt anyone's feelings or try to blame others for my own past bad decisions...I just often have a difficult time getting things out the way they are in my own head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5180533755822093165?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5180533755822093165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5180533755822093165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5180533755822093165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5180533755822093165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-my-family.html' title='i love my family'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-5051199862768600888</id><published>2007-08-12T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T19:09:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;I haven't written in a while and just thought I would give everyone an update...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Thursday I took Sesleigh to the doctor for her physical for school, the doctor was pretty impressed with how much she knew...she's just like a sponge and soaks up any and all information she comes across.  This is a great thing but I have to be diligent in filtering what she takes in-sometimes loved ones are there and willing to try to help to teach but it's hard when they don't have the same values as we do in this house.  My mom taught her something about the current president and while it may have some truth to it, it was presented in a disrespectful way, and I was unhappy with what my soon-to-be five-year-old recited to me so proudly.  But that's neither here nor there.  I also asked the doctor to look at Sassy's hammer toes and see if there was something we could do about those-they are so bad and her toes curl under each other so badly her toenails are cutting into the ones they are underneath of.  Doctor said we could send her to a specialist but then she noticed something else of greater concern...Sesleigh's right leg is 1/2 inch longer than her left, and if she continues to grow with nothing being done about it her spine will start to curve to compensate and present a whole other plethera of problems.  The doctor believes this is from when she broke her leg 2 years ago, she thinks that when it healed her body produced more "stuff" in her bone making it longer.  So we have to go back to Sesleigh's pediactric orthopedic surgeon to see what the next step is to correct this problem.  And while I'm there I can ask about her toes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;We just got back from our annual family reunion.  Once a year my Mom's side of the family camps one weekend and we all eat and get together and look at old pictures and take new ones.  I love my family but today as I sit back and reflect I am saddened.  I have been on a rough long journey these past two years to renew my faith and live a Christian life style to ensure my place in Heaven.  I am sad to say that I will have to do this without the involvement of some of my very beloved family members.  I have always been close with my mom and her brothers and my cousins, but I think I want to change my family tree so I can see my children in Heaven and make sure they understand what God did for them and what they can do in return.  I think that it was in Luke when Jesus said that to be His disciple you may have to sacrifice relationships of loved ones to do that.  I am not saying that I will not see these people after this life because only God can judge them, but right now I cannot spend time with them without falling back into old ways and it breaks my heart.  But even as I sit here typing this with tears in my eyes and realizing how broken I really am, I know that something has got to give.  The Lord has not placed this guilt and longing on my soul for no reason, so I must heed His call and just become new without all this step by step stuff.  I think I am gonna have to be like Nike and "just do it"!  All at once, all or nothing, dive right in and just revel in the rewards I will reap for it and not count my losses for it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Well thanks for all who read this and let me just ramble for so long, I appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-5051199862768600888?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/5051199862768600888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=5051199862768600888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5051199862768600888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/5051199862768600888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-update.html' title='Just an Update'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-6083384934129586301</id><published>2007-07-25T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:05:48.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Trip to Maryland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_4sbafdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C-MVmvIcm9A/s1600-h/he+lives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091178515741179346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_4sbafdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C-MVmvIcm9A/s320/he+lives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_4sbafeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QPiX93RSYt4/s1600-h/jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091178515741179362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_4sbafeI/AAAAAAAAAAs/QPiX93RSYt4/s320/jpeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_4sbaffI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y4xa2sWSeXQ/s1600-h/last+supper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091178515741179378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_4sbaffI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Y4xa2sWSeXQ/s320/last+supper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_48bafgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EDCMgw27IFc/s1600-h/open+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091178520036146690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_48bafgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EDCMgw27IFc/s320/open+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So these are some of the sand sculptures done at the beach in Ocean City, Maryland.  I thought they were amazing and for people to choose to portray God in a work of art made from His nature is wonderful.  Oh yeah, I got back from visiting my brother in Maryland about midnight last night.  I was gone for seven days.  The first few were alright but by Sunday I was ready to come home.  I missed my babies and my husband.  I do wish that my brother lived closer though, I enjoyed my time with him and we celebrated his 25th birthday while I was out there.  I just can't believe that he is that old, I remember him running around much smaller than me (which is not the case now) with his big coke-bottle glasses and big buck teeth with that goofy grin on his face just as innocent as they come (which is also not the case anymore!) and always wanting to hang out with me.  Now he is grown up to about 6 feet plus and got his own place way far away and is working 2 jobs and has a dog (who by the way is adorable, her name is Choolah).  He is so stinkin smart and charismatic!  I told him he should go become a record label producer, it suits him well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Any way enough about that things have been really good here, just don't get on the computer much anymore, trying to stay as active as possible-still struggling with the weight thing you know, but I am a whole lot more active now so it's a good thing.  The kids are growing like weeds and Zoey is talking and walking and onery as ever...Sesleigh is so smart that sometimes I forget that she's four...and Jade is about to start the 4th grade!  I remember 4th grade very well, that's when the boys started asking the girls to "go out" (as much as 4th graders can go out)-oh how scary!  Caleb's job is going quite well and we will be off to my sister's next week because he has to work in Iowa and Missouri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So that's the update on my life, sorry it's been so long-I hope the pictures make up for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-6083384934129586301?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/6083384934129586301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=6083384934129586301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6083384934129586301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/6083384934129586301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-trip-to-maryland.html' title='My Trip to Maryland'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/Rqd_4sbafdI/AAAAAAAAAAk/C-MVmvIcm9A/s72-c/he+lives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-7329642745030152488</id><published>2007-06-27T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T07:12:06.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing spectacular</title><content type='html'>Well nothing spectacular today, just hadn't written in a while so I thought I would.  Construction continues on what will be our bedroom, this past weekend I helped Caleb hang the door and frame in the ceiling and put in rafters.  It was pretty cool.  Sometimes I amaze myself with the things I manage to do.  What a beautiful creation God made the woman.  She is strong yet gentle, intelligent yet submissive, rational yet emotional, fearless yet sensitive.  I think about all the different roles I play each day-teacher, transporter, gourmet chef of chicken nuggets, housekeeper, character engineer, lover, therapist, accountant/bookeeper, household manager.  But the one thing I want to be known for is Christ follower so that my children may become the same.  That is my most important role each day, but it is something I struggle with the most...I want people to know Christ because of my actions and the way I present myself.  I don't want there to be any doubt about who my Father is and where I will be when I leave this life.  I guess we all battle temtation and Satan knows my weaknesses well, so I leave with this thought I know where to go and what I'm supposed to do, but how is my question.  I'm glad that we are doing this series at the church I'm sure I will find my answer there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-7329642745030152488?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/7329642745030152488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=7329642745030152488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/7329642745030152488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/7329642745030152488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/06/nothing-spectacular.html' title='Nothing spectacular'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4035506230506941641</id><published>2007-06-17T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:58:52.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I went to church this morning and listened to the sermon and was shown that I sit in the second chair.  I have been comfortable sitting in the second chair of faith called compromise.  I've been here for a while.  I've lost my motivation.  I can't wait for Bible study to start again so I can spark the fire.  Just need something to move me.  I also realized a few things in the last couple days.  I figured out what my biggest fear is and it totally shocked me.  I fear being forgettable.  I love to be the center of attention, all eyes on me, that's why I always assumed I would be a performer of some sorts.  But last night, I was unnoticeable (is that a word), and then this morning at church.   I haven't been in a few weeks but I usually sit in the same spot when I'm there and there is an elder and his wife who generally sit behind me, this week during the welcome the elder's wife grabbed my hand shook it gentally, gave me a warm smile and introduced herself, expecting me to do the same.  So I did for the third time.  Now I'm sure that this woman makes it a point to greet people each week to put forth a good impression of the church, but I have failed on my part to leave a lasting impression, and therefore have become forgettable.  Right now I just wish I had a shell to crawl into and just hide there for a while.  I have no desire to do anything, although I am pretty good at faking it.  It was all I could do to go to church today, but that's what I do.  So I went.  I don't want to leave my house, but there are things that need to be done so I do them.  I think I am just getting wrapped up in the redundancy of it all.  It's very monotonous, my life, and therefore I'm afraid forgettable.  I think I need to read Katie Brazleton's Pathway to Purpose again...she talks about how God has a purpose even for the little everyday things in life.  So anyways, just my thoughts for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4035506230506941641?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4035506230506941641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4035506230506941641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4035506230506941641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4035506230506941641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/06/second-chair.html' title='second chair'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-3170193766857228019</id><published>2007-06-08T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T05:16:55.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh i almost forgot</title><content type='html'>Zoey took her first steps last night!  How could I forget that!  Just wanted to let everyone know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-3170193766857228019?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/3170193766857228019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=3170193766857228019' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3170193766857228019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3170193766857228019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-i-almost-forgot.html' title='oh i almost forgot'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4060566631876066057</id><published>2007-06-08T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T05:15:46.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Well, it's been a good week, I went to my sister's house on Monday and stayed until Wednesday.  I've got some good pictures of my nephew Cooper, but I'll have to get them uploaded to the computer before I can post them on here.  He's so stinkin' cute!  He and Zoey are the same age, my sister and I had the same due date, but Zoey came three days before Cooper and neither of them on the date they had given us-thank God for that because they were big babies!  But he just towers over Zoey and weighs about 5 pounds more than her.  That's ok I think she is still meaner though, she hit him on the head with his toy hammer and left a bruise.  I felt so bad, but my sister says that we'll have to come over more often to toughen him up...hehehe.  He's a pretty good baby too, usually in a good mood and man can he make some funny faces.  I'm so glad my sister and I got to experience these two together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Well Tuesday was Jade's birthday, she turned 9.  Today, Caleb and I are taking her and 3 of her friends and Sesleigh of course up to the cosmetology school that my friend goes to.  The girls are going to get a fancy up do and their nails done...ooh la la!  Then we are going to Monicals to have some of the best pizza around.  Then we will come back to the house and have ice cream cake (that I made!) and the girls will spend the night.  I think Caleb and I will need a vacation after they leave tomorrow, I'm already worn out just typing it!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Yesterday was a long and involved day.  I went for a walk/run with my mom in the morning, then took the girls to the library for the magician show, then went to my friend's house to put together her elliptical machine-that's right I put it together all by myself (I'm pretty proud of myself for that).  Then we came back here and I started the ice cream cake, then I did some laundry, made supper, did dishes, did more laundry, worked some more on the ice cream cake, gave baths, more laundry, and finally finished the ice cream cake.  Whew!  By the end of the day I was grouchy and ready to crash, but Caleb and Zoey both were up all night...so begins another day!  I don't think it's going to be much better today either, what do you think?  Sometimes I wonder why nobody pays stay-at-home moms, it's unreal.  I think Rosanne said it best when she says that being a stay-at-home mom is like being a doctor, only the hours are longer and it's way bloodier!  The pay is also way worse, but I get rewarded in a way that is so much more meaningful when I see my kids laugh and play and do the right thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4060566631876066057?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4060566631876066057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4060566631876066057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4060566631876066057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4060566631876066057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-2326091136452903268</id><published>2007-06-02T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T06:53:57.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;So last night I was reading my 5X5X5 plan (I am still way behind!)  And I came across a verse that just was AWESOME!  It's Romans 8:38,39 "And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from his love.  Death can't, and life can't.  The angels can't, and the demons can't.  Our fears for today, our worries about tomorrow, and even the powers of hell can't keep God's love away.  Whether we are high above the sky or in the deepest ocean, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord."  So if it isn't amazing enough that life nor death, angels nor demons can separate us from God's love, the fact that my fears and worries will never make God love me less.  If this is true then what is there even to worry about?  The powers of hell cannot even take God's love from me!  This is something that I have always known but reading this last night just had such an impact I'm not even sure how to explain it.  I am just passing this passage along hoping maybe it touches someone else the way it has touched me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Everything else is going pretty good.  Sesleigh has her very first recital today at 2!  They had dress rehearsal yesterday and she did as well as can be expected for a 4-year-old.  I have lost 2 pounds this week, so I'm hoping for around 3 this next week then I will have lost 10 pounds since Good Friday.  I have been a lot more active this week and a lot less hard on myself...so I guess it worked out for me.  Monday, Caleb is leaving to go out west and the girls and I are going along so he can drop us off at my sisters.  I will be sure to take the camera and post pictures of my nephew "Tank" and Zoey and Sesleigh.  I think it will be a good time.  My nephew (his name is really Cooper) and Zoey were born 3 days apart.  And Zoey is older but he makes her look like a dwarf, he is just a Tank.  Anyway, nothing else too exciting for now, God bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-2326091136452903268?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/2326091136452903268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=2326091136452903268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2326091136452903268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/2326091136452903268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/06/romans.html' title='Romans'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4473468035281203501</id><published>2007-05-30T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:04:39.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rationalizing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;This is just a question I have been pondering lately...Why?  Why is it that I can see when people are not making the best decisions, but they don't get it when I explain it to them?  Even though they have been down the road many times before.  Why is it that people who know God's word can overlook what it says to rationalize their way of life?  I mean everything that I have come across in the Word is not just stated one time...it is repeated.  Are these people trying to say that the whole Bible is just an error?  It breaks my heart to know that people I love cannot see God's glory and rejoice in it.  He is so awesome and wonderful and forgiving and loving.  Oh how my heart aches and I know He is listening and answering my prayers in His time and in His way.  I guess for anyone reading this, just some advice on how to let my loved ones strife go so that it does not hurt me would be nice.  Am I supposed to carry this?  Do I continue to discuss the same issues with them over and over again?  Uugghh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm done with that.  Have I mentioned that I am going to see my brother in July?  I'm going for his birthday and we are going to get to hang out for like a week, just me and him!  I'm so looking forward to this.  Maybe we'll go to D.C. for a day, he doesn't live far from there.   Or maybe I can talk him in to going to NYC for a day, I've never been and I don't think he's too far from there either.  And then there's also the beach time!  Wow I wonder what all he's got planned for us?  Even if we just hang out and play games or cards or dice or something.  What exciting times I can hardly wait!  Well I guess that's enough for today, so until next time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4473468035281203501?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4473468035281203501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4473468035281203501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4473468035281203501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4473468035281203501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/rationalizing.html' title='Rationalizing'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-248663189730483883</id><published>2007-05-28T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:05:15.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All of God's creations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/RlrtpHmHyJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RWQ1B5jQQy4/s1600-h/DSC00977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069625621228275858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/RlrtpHmHyJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RWQ1B5jQQy4/s320/DSC00977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/RlrtpXmHyKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1VBZK1f-PzI/s1600-h/DSC00978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069625625523243170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/RlrtpXmHyKI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1VBZK1f-PzI/s320/DSC00978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/RlrtqHmHyLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eOkeOPPh0d0/s1600-h/DSC00979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069625638408145074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/RlrtqHmHyLI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eOkeOPPh0d0/s320/DSC00979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the pictures of the new landscaping of our yard.  I love that we have our own little asian-inspired getaway.  It was a lot of hard work but I just think it gives our house such curb appeal!  We are not quite finished but I love it.  I need a few more flowers in the flower bed on the right, and we've got a little project going on in the back yard too.  But I will settle with this for this year.  Our next big thing is finishing the big room in the garage.  It will be our bedroom, and the best part is I will have a 7X12 walk-in closet.  Slowly but surely I am getting my dream home.&lt;br /&gt;Now for the part that I discuss everytime that I'm on here.  I've done a lot of soul searching and decided that I am content with my body, and that I will not have the body I had when I was 21.  I mean really, I've had 2 kids.  The most I can ask for is health, and appreciation for my dimples on my legs.  I always said that I wanted dimples, now I've got them and I was trying to get rid of them...hehehe.  I think that as long as I really watch portions, and types of food, and get moving...I couldn't ask for more.  I love gardening and working in the yard...and I could tell that was burning calories and giving my body a workout- I can feel it this morning!  I mean God created me how I am, who am I to degrade His masterpiece!  I still need to treat my body like His temple, but without the self-bashing that I have induced lately.  So for anybody reading this, just be content with what you have now, otherwise you will never be content with what you get!  I love this life and thank God for all the blessings He has given me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-248663189730483883?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/248663189730483883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=248663189730483883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/248663189730483883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/248663189730483883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-of-gods-creations.html' title='All of God&apos;s creations'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/RlrtpHmHyJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/RWQ1B5jQQy4/s72-c/DSC00977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-601287487573693623</id><published>2007-05-25T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T05:47:17.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Sitting on The Edge of Your Chair</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I know that most of you just sit on the edge of your chair waiting for to see what I will ramble about this time...  This time I think I will once again talk about my weightloss.  I've found my motivation again and have done really well yesterday.  I like to start my day with positive things, whether it be reading something inspirational (i.e. James MacDonald's website, or the Word), have my talk with God to make sure I am on the same page as Him, and sometimes I like to sit in front of the TV and watch reruns of the show "The Biggest Loser"-because it motivates me so much that during commercials I will do situps and pushups and stuff like that.  I did not meet our challenge this week, but I am not going to get down about that.  Yesterday reading Pastor James' page he pointed out a verse that I used to recite all the time while in the gym-1Chor. 6:19, 20.  It says very loosely that my body is God's temple and I need to treat it as such so that He has a good place to reside in me.  Then reading the comments left by others, one woman said that she knew her body was a temple, she was just downsizing and remodeling!  I thought how amazing, I love humor in the face of temptation and struggle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well onto my exciting news for the weekend-Saturday night my friend is keeping Zoey, Sesleigh is going camping with my mom and Jade is at her mom's.  So Caleb and I have a whole night (all night long) to ourselves!  Hopefully I will be able to sleep all night.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well my stomach is growling and I can feel my blood sugar dropping so I better get off here and get me something to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-601287487573693623?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/601287487573693623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=601287487573693623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/601287487573693623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/601287487573693623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/just-sitting-on-edge-of-your-chair.html' title='Just Sitting on The Edge of Your Chair'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-1858494325681308871</id><published>2007-05-22T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:12:59.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I sit here after just reading pastor james macdonald's blog about weightloss and his temptation for sweets and i have so many emotions about it.  I am relieved that a "Godly" man suffers from the same disease that i do.  I feel guilty because I sat reading his blog while eating a bowl of ice cream.  I felt satisfied because it was so good.  I felt ashamed because i have gone for almost 2 weeks with no sweets and then when the in-laws come to town, i just let all my reserve fly out the window.  And i feel convicted because i know where the answer is and i just am too stubborn to go there.  I have not been in the Word lately and am about 1 1/2 weeks behind in my 5X5X5 reading.  I have sat on the couch and done not so much!  I look back on my life and think of times when i have shown determination and perserverance and i can't really recall a whole lot.  It seems that i always give in, so now i guess it's time to do a lot of soul searching because i always give in for a reason and it's time to figure out exactly what that reason is.  So i will keep everyone updated about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My in-laws have been staying with us for the last 3 nights.  It has been a great time, don't get me wrong, but there are just some things you cannot do in your own home when guests are there.  I am excited though because they are going back home to alabama on thursday, but then in about 4 weeks they are moving back up here for 7 years!  I really got the best in-laws a girl could ask for.  My brother-in-law and his wife and their 2 kids came down yesterday and spent about 12 hours here!  That really shocked me because they usually don't stay that long.  I know most people reading this do not know them, but pray for them...for their marriage to grow in Christ and stay strong.  It made me so happy to see them like they were yesterday, and their babies are just the cutest things in the world.  The oldest girl and Sesleigh played so well together!  The day was just awesome.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I thank God for all the blessings and know and have seen Him work in this life.  I just don't understand anyone could not know Him.  He is so great and awesome and fulfilling that I want everyone to know where the Truth is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-1858494325681308871?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/1858494325681308871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=1858494325681308871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/1858494325681308871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/1858494325681308871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/god-at-work.html' title='God at work'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-8079107072722595463</id><published>2007-05-18T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:57:45.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, nothing special really today.  I weighed in with my mom and had lost 2 pounds! Yeah for me.  Then we went to Bloomington, I got my hair cut at my best friend's school.  The best part about it was that it was free.  Oh I don't mean it was a bad cut...I like it.  I just like it even better because I like things that are free!  We went shopping to buy our new shirts for making our goals for the week, I got 2 tank tops...how exciting.  The amazing thing was I found a swimming suit that I liked!  That never happens.  I always criticize how I look in a swimming suit.  But I think that priorities have shifted and if it doesn't make me look grotesque then it's ok with me.  I didn't buy it though, saving my money to go see my brother in Maryland.  Which is a whole other topic.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But when I got home I was out looking at my flowers and I don't think they are doing so well.  I did have some baby's breath that has bloomed, but I have a lot of brown in my pots.  I really wanted these to do well.  Maybe I will get some more and keep trying.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My in-laws come home tomorrow night!  I'm pretty excited about that...we haven't seen them since Zoey was about 5 days old.  They will be shocked when they see how different she is now.  Not that they haven't expected it, but she is just so stinking cute and onery and smart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, as I type this I just feel different about life...I think I'm coming up on another season...the one I'm in is just fading.  That raises mixed emotions.  I'm sad that I am shedding my old self, but I am excited to see what God has in store for me next.  I am also glad that I can come to this transition with hope and expectation and gratification for what I have learned.  I just think that anyone who may be reading this should just take a moment to reflect on the good things in your life and be grateful for what you have been blessed with.  This life is a gift from God and you should make the most of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-8079107072722595463?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/8079107072722595463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=8079107072722595463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8079107072722595463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8079107072722595463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-just-today.html' title='It&apos;s Just Today'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-3405565235262798466</id><published>2007-05-16T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T06:39:25.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I sometimes think that the statement Good Morning is an oxymoron...especially when I've slept for a mere 2 hours.  I have already been talking to God about just letting me get through this day without saying anything that may be hurtful, letting me have some peace today, and letting me get some sleep.  It's days like these that I have to constantly remind myself today is a gift straight from God and I need to be appreciative and thankful for that gift.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now I'm done complaining because that just wouldn't be right.  I think I will just ramble a bit so just bear with me.  I have gone for five days with no sweets!  This is a huge accomplishment for me and I think that it hasn't been too bad.  The greatest thing is I feel no guilt in the evenings about what I have eaten for the week.  I wonder what our challenge will be for next week.  I'm thinking no potato chips, but keeping the no sweets challenge.  I think this is also the first week that I am looking forward to weigh in day on Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just one more bit of ramblings.  I got an email the other day and there was something in it that really stuck with me, it said something to the effect of: "A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but rather the interjection of a higher law"  I just thought this was an amazing way to look at God's work.  That He is always looking out for us and butting in when we need it the most because the way we are doing things is not working.  I just feel a lot safer to know that I've got the most powerful someone on my side looking out for me, and that I can have a relationship with Him.  How awesome is that!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Anyway, so I'm done rambling so you can be done reading.  Have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-3405565235262798466?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/3405565235262798466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=3405565235262798466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3405565235262798466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/3405565235262798466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-7450039314478068770</id><published>2007-05-13T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T06:26:08.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;So I've started planting flowers or plants or whatever they are!  I think I'm addicted now though.  I can't wait to get my yard landscaped the way I picture it in my head.  I'm just glad that I have learned how to make friends without drinking with them.  I've got this new one who is teaching me all she knows about gardening.  I think it's wonderful God has given us something so beautiful that can take up some time in a M.O.M.'s day.  I see now how the flowers praise God with their beauty.  Only He could make something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;Well onto a different subject-my mom and I have issued a weight loss challenge this week!  No sweets for the entire week and 2 pound weight loss for a new shirt!  So far no sweets, but it has only been 2 days really, but that's pretty good for me.  I might make Caleb some cookies today so that will be a real test.  The desire is not really there, but when I do get a craving I eat some lowfat yogurt and some melon!  That seems to take care of it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;I am just having a blessed day, I feel great and am appreciative of all God has given me today.  Yesterday I was in such a testy mood, it didn't take much to set me off, but by the end of the day God had called me to his Word (I was behind in my 5X5X5 reading).  I read the story of the Last Supper, the betrayal, the denial, the trial, and the Crucifixion.  That story is something that I had read and heard many times before, but last night it was so visual to me, I felt like I was right there.  The denial 3 times by Peter was what got me the most.  In the past I always give in to peer pressure, and I have always wanted to be part of the in-crowd, that I have denied my faith.  Maybe not right out, but like Peter's first denial, just kind of skimmed around the question and changed the subject.  I was almost sick to my stomach at my past actions.  I just thank God for His grace to give me another chance and hopefully I will redeem myself as did Peter.  Today I woke up in a terrific mood, even this morning in the wee hours when Zoey was screaming, I just had a different peace.  It always amazes me when I am filled again with the joy and peace God offers, although He always comes through if I'm on a sincere search!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-7450039314478068770?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/7450039314478068770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=7450039314478068770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/7450039314478068770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/7450039314478068770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/so-ive-started-planting-flowers-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-8001217153732548408</id><published>2007-05-06T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:48:48.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Well my weekend was nothing too spectacular.  Friday night was our girls' night out with a friend who is getting married soon.  Man I haven't had that many good belly laughs in such a short period of time for a very long time.  I love that I can go and have a good time without alcohol (kind of) finally...and I actually felt comfortable being myself and acting a little crazy!  The good thing that happened after I got home was my friend who watched the kids started asking questions about life and God and faith.  This sort of blew me away because I had no idea that she was even thinking about any of that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Saturday my husband finally got home after 3 long days.  I think sometimes when he leaves like that it makes our bond stronger.  I guess there is something to that old addage "absence makes the heart grow fonder".  Also, a friend and I went for a run/walk  which felt amazing.  I love going and feeling like I've got nothing left, just to push myself a little bit more.  Especially when I know the results are going to be so good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Today, after church Caleb and I fixed lunch for the bus kids and our kids helped serve them.  I always forget to prepare myself for those kids, but it was still a good time.  Caleb has a special spot for the bus kids, I think that's his purpose.  My friend and I went for another run/walk today and I loved it again, although I can feel it in my shins right now!  The last two days have been farely good with my sweet tooth, I did have 2 chocolate kisses today though.  But I think considering what it used to be like, that is a huge step in the right direction.  The exercise helps motivate me to want to take better care of my body, it always has.  Well the baby just woke up so I better sign off here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-8001217153732548408?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/8001217153732548408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=8001217153732548408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8001217153732548408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8001217153732548408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-8046205748988270466</id><published>2007-05-03T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:59:49.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I remember doing all of these at one time or another!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-8046205748988270466?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/8046205748988270466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=8046205748988270466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8046205748988270466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/8046205748988270466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/evolution-of-dance.html' title='Evolution of Dance'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-993414960398880389</id><published>2007-05-03T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T06:33:48.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Blaker Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Well last night Blake totally won everyone over I think.  They were all still talking about his risk he took with his Bon Jovi song, but I knew Blake wouldn't let me down!  I love when he beatboxes and I haven't heard it in a couple of weeks, so I was pretty stoked Tuesday night.  I know that for those of you who are not American Idol fans, this seems silly, but I am a sucker for the show and am captivated by the contestants.  I was glad to see Chris go finally, I haven't liked him really from the start.  It's not that he's bad, it's just that you could carve him and four others from cream cheese and have a boy band, no matter what they sound like!  Plus he was too nasally for me (I have to agree with Simon on this one).  I expected Phil to go although the last 3 weeks he's been better than he's ever been.  LaKisha was amazing and I have always been a big fan, but she has been kind of dull the last few weeks; I think when she kissed Simon, she upped her "it" factor.  Jordin is amazing for 17, but Tuesday was rough, at least she knew it though.  Melinda by far has the best voice on the show, but lately I had been telling Caleb that all her songs sound the same, so I was concerned how she was going to rock it out.  But man she did a phenomenal job and I totally loved the attitude!  So that's my Idol talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;One last thing I gotta get off my mind is this whole weight/diet thing.  I figure that I am going to have to quit the sugar like alcoholics quit drinking-one day at a time.  I think that's the motto from AA!  Does anybody know if there's a DA (dieter's anonymous)?!  So yesterday I made it the whole day with no sweets, but I did have cereal for supper which was my sweets.  And the cravings while I was watching Idol were tremendous, but I just kept saying "I've only got about an hour and a half left of the day and then it will be over."  So now I'm gonna work on today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Hey I just wanna thank everyone for reading my babble, have a good day and God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-993414960398880389?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/993414960398880389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=993414960398880389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/993414960398880389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/993414960398880389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-blaker-girl.html' title='I&apos;m a Blaker Girl'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-4425934688712563531</id><published>2007-05-01T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T15:46:09.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its tuesday</title><content type='html'>So nothing real exciting today, just the usual dance, visit with the grandparents, FPU, and rush around.  Still no sleep, but last night was not just Zoey, I had the middle one up too.  Sassy was not feeling well at all and of course could not be awake the same time as Zoey.  But I guess that's what I signed up for when I decided to be a mother!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the thing that's been on my mind most of the day has been this whole diet thing.  That's right I said the "d" word.  I know I could lose the weight if I would quit eating all the sweets.  I also know that's what upsets my stomach so bad that some nights I just lie curled in a ball because I hurt so bad.  My question is how do I stop???!!! I can do fine until about 3 or 4 in the afternoon, then I just crave something sweet so bad it's all I can think about, then I will start to get a headache.  If anyone has any great ideas about how to give this nasty habit up, I will gladly take them...and I know that it is my choice, but what about the actual physiological aspect of this desire (the headaches, the cravings)?  How do I get past this?  Please pray for me and with me about this.  And just so you all know I am laying it all out there today...I do not like showing my weaknesses, but this sin is overtaking my life, and it seems like this is the only thing I think about.  It consumes me some days, then at the end of the day, I just feel so guilty.&lt;br /&gt;Well now let's just move on cuz things just got a little too serious for my taste!  My husband would like for me to tell everyone that he is just such a wonderful husband!  He is funny like that, but I do tell people that he is much like a fairytale!&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is all for today, I know that you all will be just anticipating tomorrow's blog with all you've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-4425934688712563531?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/4425934688712563531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=4425934688712563531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4425934688712563531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/4425934688712563531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-tuesday.html' title='its tuesday'/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8269798235112395845.post-40982061654831663</id><published>2007-04-30T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:53:02.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;So this is my first blog and I feel like I'm growing up!  I guess I should leave the young world of myspace and move on up to blogger!  I don't know, I'm such a trend follower, so I guess I'll do this too...hehe.  I guess what you're supposed to do on these things is just write what's going on on a day-to-day basis, so here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;I don't know when this whole not sleeping through the night thing will end, but I really don't know how much more I can take.  I didn't have this with Sesleigh, she slept as soon as I quit nursing (which was four months).  Last night Zoey was up at 11:00 and I finally went to sleep at around midnight.  Well she thought it was play time at 1:15 clear up until 3:45.  Then it was time to get up at 5:30.  So needless to say I'm trying not to say anything today, because it will probably not be anything nice coming out of my mouth.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Another thing that has been on my mind lately is the fact that my 4-year-old has recently asked me to start praying with her at night.  She stayed the night at one of her friend's house, and her friend's mom prayed with them before they went to bed.  Well now it is something that we have started at our house, even with the 8-year-old.  I am new to practicing with my faith, especially sharing with other people, so I never even thought to pray with my children except at the dinner table.  But, anyway, it is amazing to me to feel the connection I have with my girls now because of this!  I'm sure some people are thinking "well, duh Stacy, of course you are!" but sometimes it takes me a little bit to get my mind wrapped around things like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;So I guess that's enough for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8269798235112395845-40982061654831663?l=peacock06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/feeds/40982061654831663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8269798235112395845&amp;postID=40982061654831663' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/40982061654831663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8269798235112395845/posts/default/40982061654831663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peacock06.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-this-is-my-first-blog-and-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Stacy Peacock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00404986354417596912</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mhMnl_wCTsY/SV2N2NGeOEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/dhbRERq-k-E/S220/Pebbles+so+cute.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
