<?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-7947212551298964012</id><updated>2011-09-30T10:50:57.760-07:00</updated><category term='Patrick'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='summer'/><category term='porn'/><category term='flight of the conchords'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='loving others'/><category term='cookies'/><category term='Josiah'/><category term='demetri martin'/><title type='text'>joy</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life. This is my family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-1605358521720756960</id><published>2010-12-23T21:06:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:34:14.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/TRQshDziLUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Q9hGhVPoJvo/s1600/FamilyBunch_Proof1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/TRQshDziLUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Q9hGhVPoJvo/s320/FamilyBunch_Proof1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554113186923425090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/TRQqqRoiOGI/AAAAAAAAAOg/WBnwf96wFzk/s1600/-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My amazing sister, Rachel, thought up this idea for a Christmas card. So silly! Josiah has a drawn on mustache and beard. He has the cutest smile on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we start our journey to Sydney, Australia for 11 months. We have been preparing, it seems like, for at least a year!  Downsizing, selling most of our stuff and simplifying. I love it! Seriously, I do... But I had to refocus when I saw Patrick had packed half as much as I did. Whoops! I repacked.&lt;br /&gt;Trusting in God's provisions for us is what I am needing to focus on. I love the fact that we are going where we don't know anyone and don't have anything planned about where to live or what to eat, or what to wear. We can trust that God has it all under control, and is preparing things for us there! Amazing that He cares for us and the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we are last minute scrambling to pack or store or sell everything else. We have almost sold our car, if that can happen before we leave it would be a great relief. We need the money for a down payment on a living place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit our blog for more about our trip to Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thehardyblog.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-1605358521720756960?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1605358521720756960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=1605358521720756960' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1605358521720756960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1605358521720756960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/TRQshDziLUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Q9hGhVPoJvo/s72-c/FamilyBunch_Proof1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-7075072507649542555</id><published>2010-12-23T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:06:38.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-7075072507649542555?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7075072507649542555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=7075072507649542555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7075072507649542555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7075072507649542555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-it.html' title='This is it!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-1669202660571936606</id><published>2010-06-20T08:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T08:51:03.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick'/><title type='text'>happy father's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/TB41mvuptSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jstWXhMrGT4/s1600/0229081450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/TB41mvuptSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jstWXhMrGT4/s320/0229081450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484880335947281698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is a post to recognize how wonderful my husband is.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick is a patient, thoughtful, loyal and loving man.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the lack of a real father in his life, God has given him insight and understanding to how precious and wonderful being a father can be.&lt;br /&gt;He has always been there for our kids from day one. I had c-sections with my kids and so he has had to step up and learn to how to change their diapers, give them baths, and know how to burrito wrap them to soothe them. It seems like nothing is too difficult for him to handle!&lt;br /&gt;Patrick, thank you so much for being my wonderful husband, and the best dad our kids could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-1669202660571936606?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1669202660571936606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=1669202660571936606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1669202660571936606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1669202660571936606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy father&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/TB41mvuptSI/AAAAAAAAAMk/jstWXhMrGT4/s72-c/0229081450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-9112497334583311287</id><published>2010-04-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:30:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S8yOF6NjCvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HqrsiIQLmFs/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S8yOF6NjCvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HqrsiIQLmFs/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461896680270138098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor, &lt;a href="http://www.thestirring.org/staff/nathan.php"&gt;Nate&lt;/a&gt;, was speaking this past Sunday about the 'fear of God' vs. the' fear of man'.  Using King Saul and King David as examples of these kinds of fear.&lt;br /&gt;Saul was feared the people he was leading instead of the Lord who put him there. David feared the Lord who created the world and not the giant, Goliath.&lt;br /&gt;It was a message for me.&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about my fears in life, and God provided this message at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;                     I've been afraid of not pleasing my family, both my husband and parents. In not anticipating his needs and putting these expectations on myself to make a perfect meal, or spending money in a way he thinks is wise.&lt;br /&gt;With my parents its the same way. I want them to think nothing is wrong with my family, and whenever I'm visiting them I feel that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt;do things for them and spent every minute with them.&lt;br /&gt;But these expectations I put on myself just make me miserable. I set myself up for failure, every time! No wonder my plans never work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i've also started reading this book by Francis Chan, 'Crazy Love'. I'm just at the beginning, the Crazy part. He is talking about how Majestic God really is, and I think that meditating on these facts is helping me understand what the fear of God really is.&lt;br /&gt;He is perfect "holy, holy, holy"&lt;br /&gt;He is eternal&lt;br /&gt;He is all-knowing&lt;br /&gt;He is all-powerful&lt;br /&gt;He is fair and just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is just a start but this is what I am searching for. I know it is mind blowing and overwhelming. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need &lt;/span&gt;to know this about Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-9112497334583311287?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/9112497334583311287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=9112497334583311287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/9112497334583311287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/9112497334583311287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2010/04/fear.html' title='The Fear'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S8yOF6NjCvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HqrsiIQLmFs/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-1029961206998968409</id><published>2010-02-16T17:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:21:49.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josiah at 2 1/2 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3tDZanTTnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z70QJ0A90dI/s1600-h/DSCN0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3tDZanTTnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z70QJ0A90dI/s320/DSCN0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439015078899961458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3tCgbuBe3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VgQrJbdtdAg/s1600-h/DSCN0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3tCgbuBe3I/AAAAAAAAAMM/VgQrJbdtdAg/s320/DSCN0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439014099944045426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah is also growing so fast! He is 3 feet tall and still growing!&lt;br /&gt;He is finally using the words he has been hearing his whole life, and doing really good at trying to repeat, even if its not right. Its so much fun to hear him try to explain, or play with his toys.&lt;br /&gt;His  latest favorite words are:  robot (roBOT), cookies(brrr-ootie), rino, hippo(eepo), superbutt,&lt;br /&gt;chocolate milk (dada-neut).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-1029961206998968409?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1029961206998968409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=1029961206998968409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1029961206998968409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1029961206998968409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/josiah-at-2-12-years.html' title='Josiah at 2 1/2 years'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3tDZanTTnI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Z70QJ0A90dI/s72-c/DSCN0103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-5582091087596146973</id><published>2010-02-06T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:10:56.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise at 2 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3tBVGFRLBI/AAAAAAAAAME/aiZ5IzVTCHo/s1600-h/DSCN0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3tBVGFRLBI/AAAAAAAAAME/aiZ5IzVTCHo/s320/DSCN0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439012805645773842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3s74bQ_W1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/gHwwSTNHjDc/s1600-h/DSCN0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3s74bQ_W1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/gHwwSTNHjDc/s320/DSCN0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439006815557737298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is any truth to what you see in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;child's&lt;/span&gt; behavior as a baby is a foreshadowing the future, here is what I know about Promise:&lt;br /&gt;She is quick to  complain or share here opinion&lt;br /&gt;She is also quickly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appeased&lt;/span&gt; (just give her a hug).&lt;br /&gt;Very social, always smiling at the person talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;loves to be a part of what is going on!&lt;br /&gt;At 2 months Promise is 11 pounds, in the 75th percentile! Nice and fat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-5582091087596146973?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5582091087596146973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=5582091087596146973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5582091087596146973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5582091087596146973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2010/02/promise-at-2-months.html' title='Promise at 2 months'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/S3tBVGFRLBI/AAAAAAAAAME/aiZ5IzVTCHo/s72-c/DSCN0093.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-5949635608291660103</id><published>2009-12-31T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:10:41.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi- ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0S1M2M8-I/AAAAAAAAALc/YHtw7QVyVIM/s1600-h/DSCN0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0S1M2M8-I/AAAAAAAAALc/YHtw7QVyVIM/s320/DSCN0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421510231614878690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah loves the movie kungfu panda, and so whenever he sees a panda he says 'hi-ya!' Promise is wearing a super cute panda outfit, and Josiah is thinking she is so cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-5949635608291660103?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5949635608291660103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=5949635608291660103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5949635608291660103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5949635608291660103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hi-ya.html' title='hi- ya!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0S1M2M8-I/AAAAAAAAALc/YHtw7QVyVIM/s72-c/DSCN0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-5383591753105748082</id><published>2009-12-31T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:07:13.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>brother and sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0SXNFCU7I/AAAAAAAAALU/pszeNvsvlAg/s1600-h/DSCN0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0SXNFCU7I/AAAAAAAAALU/pszeNvsvlAg/s320/DSCN0050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421509716281021362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-5383591753105748082?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5383591753105748082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=5383591753105748082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5383591753105748082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5383591753105748082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/brother-and-sister.html' title='brother and sister'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0SXNFCU7I/AAAAAAAAALU/pszeNvsvlAg/s72-c/DSCN0050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-1392545892207041256</id><published>2009-12-31T13:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:05:28.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hardy family newsletter '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0R8CQBjdI/AAAAAAAAALM/bkpVU2BUF7U/s1600-h/DSCN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0R8CQBjdI/AAAAAAAAALM/bkpVU2BUF7U/s320/DSCN0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421509249517850066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a whirlwind year. God has been preparing us for a big change and things have changed. We moved twice this year, we lost Patrick's mother, we were blessed with a baby girl, and we celebrated our 5 year anniversary! One verse that has given us hope and faith that God has a plan for our good is Jeremiah 29:11. " 'For I know the plans I have for you,' says the Lord ' plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and future.' "&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Patrick and I have always felt that Redding, CA is a temporary home, knowing that anywhere we go God has provided a family for us. The reality of 'temporary' caught up to us this summer when Patrick's mom was murdered by her ex-husband. This was a very difficult situation that we are still in the grieving process, no one was prepared for her untimely death. Pamela Jean Hardy (Panzeca) was a wonderful mother and grandmother. I am missing her now that we have another baby who will never know the love and care that Pam gave so generously.  However, we are relieved that no one can ever hurt her again, and she is with her Lord and Saviour in Paradise. Praise the Lord! That is what gives us peace and hope through our pain and confusion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With this new understanding of 'temporary' we are gearing up for spending the year in Australia so that Patrick can attend the worship ministry school at Hillsong in Sydney. We would leave January of 2011, and so this year we are researching and saving up enough funds. We are excited and ready for a new adventure with our two children in tow!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This past year Josiah, our oldest turned 2. He is really into playing the drums, he bangs on our homemade drums, which are cookie tins, all day long if I let him. Sunday's are his favorite because he gets to watch and sometimes play the drums on stage at our church. He sits there while they practice and just watches the drummer for as long as possible. I am truly amazed that God gives us passions and talents from birth.  There are many little boys Josiah's age at our church which he loves playing with. My theory is that he will be the friend who eggs on the kids getting into trouble because when his friends do something naughty he just laughs at them encouragin their behavior! Josiah is also learning how to share mommy with baby sister, Promise Joy.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Well, the newest member of our family was just born a few weeks ago on November 24th, two days before thanksgiving. She was 6 lbs 8oz, blonde hair and blue eyes. She looks a lot like Josiah when he was born. My family was able to make it up for part of the week to be with us, they really helped me out, and mom made a really delicious thanksgiving meal! What a great day to come home from the hospital! Promise is eating and growing really well. I'm so thankful that she is a normal happy healthy baby.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers and support this past year, we really appreciate and feel the love you give, even though you may be far away.&lt;br /&gt;Also, please pray about supporting us financially for our year in Australia.  I will be sending out a support letter that will give you more details about our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God give you His peace through this New Year! Blessings! We love you.&lt;br /&gt;Bethany, Patrick, Josiah and Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-1392545892207041256?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1392545892207041256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=1392545892207041256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1392545892207041256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1392545892207041256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/hardy-family-newsletter-09.html' title='hardy family newsletter &apos;09'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/Sz0R8CQBjdI/AAAAAAAAALM/bkpVU2BUF7U/s72-c/DSCN0047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-783609809672445367</id><published>2009-12-08T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T13:10:47.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SyapUJP36xI/AAAAAAAAALA/yFSfBhyj_aY/s1600-h/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SyapUJP36xI/AAAAAAAAALA/yFSfBhyj_aY/s320/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415201765504576274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SyapTxVSe6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/q7iX4AD6YR8/s1600-h/-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SyapTxVSe6I/AAAAAAAAAK4/q7iX4AD6YR8/s320/-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415201759084837794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SyapTVqLGKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PGhGWmrBriw/s1600-h/-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SyapTVqLGKI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PGhGWmrBriw/s320/-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415201751656241314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,  I've got a few pictures of our sweet little girl.&lt;br /&gt;She was born Tuesday Nov. 24th. weighing 6 pounds 8 ounces. She has blonde hair and greyish eyes.  (I'm thinking they will be blue.) I'm really happy with how well she eats.&lt;br /&gt;Josiah is doing better than I expected with the transition. Sometimes its hard for him to share mommy and to wait, but he helps me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;My recovery is going great! Which has helped me to have more time with baby and Josiah. We all take naps in the afternoon and that also helps!&lt;br /&gt;Josiah finally got a hair cut! Right now he really loves playing with cars.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-783609809672445367?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/783609809672445367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=783609809672445367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/783609809672445367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/783609809672445367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/12/promise-joy.html' title='Promise Joy'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SyapUJP36xI/AAAAAAAAALA/yFSfBhyj_aY/s72-c/-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-3723441896449445349</id><published>2009-10-17T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:40:53.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Fall!</title><content type='html'>This is a season of change, even though we are waiting, we are looking forward to what God is showing us for the future.&lt;br /&gt;"we can make plans, but it is God who determines our steps" (proverbs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah's 2nd birthday just passed and I am reminded of all the things God put on my heart for him when he was born and even before we were pregnant. Josiah was promised to us by God and so I need to remember that and not let worries creep into my mind and heart about Josiah. I've been praying for God's supernatural creativity to be on all my children, and Patrick. I want to empower my kids to use their talents and passions for God's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is our god of Peace! I have just put all the pieces of my life together and realized that He has always given me supernatural Peace. I knew this but not in the understanding I have now. I always pray for peace, and I see that He knew I needed it before I was born. Such a wonderful revelation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning service at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thestirring.org"&gt;the Stirring&lt;/a&gt; had its one year anniversary! Things are moving fast and going rather well! God has His hand on our little church here and we are now looking to buy a building! WOW!&lt;br /&gt;Nate's messages on "under the Chuppah" is so powerful because it is what God wants to say in our lives, that ALL our relationships need to have Him there! This was His intention from the beginning. (listen to the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.thestirring.org/podcasts/"&gt;podcasts&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Life group is going well. I have a nice small group of girls, all at different stages in life and so it makes it interesting and we are able to encourage and support each other. I am loving that we are talking about all the "taboo" subjects now. Lets cut through the B.S. and really get to the heart issues! Yeah! (the words "pumped' and "stoked" come to mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this baby is coming soon! About 6 weeks left! I am ready for this child to be out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I am praying for things to go smoothly and that I will have God's supernatural peace once again. NO matter what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-3723441896449445349?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3723441896449445349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=3723441896449445349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/3723441896449445349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/3723441896449445349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-fall.html' title='Its Fall!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-1533832009054409207</id><published>2009-08-06T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T09:22:48.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>major update! (and pics)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIxTuCXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bpwdR7y7ZLM/s1600-h/mail-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it has been a very long time since I've blogged, I was talking to some other mom's about this and they have the same problem I have.... less time on the computer because our children are  getting older. &lt;div&gt;But! Josiah is still asleep this morning! (WOW) and it is almost 9am. This is a good morning, no one screaming and whining because they want juice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we have had a wild summer so far! Just this past spring we moved to a house on the west side of Redding,  we went to a wedding in sacramento where Josiah was the ringbearer.&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://63C38C30-A51A-414F-B751-19F188D80079/image.tiff" /&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://13DCDC00-F69B-4C88-9423-2546376777D1/image.tiff" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited for my little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we has a few hot  weeks of summer in Redding and going to pools and trying to stay cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new baby in me is growing and I'm feeling good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we get the horrible news about Patrick's mom and her ex and we flew out about 5 hours after to Ohio. That day was crazy for Patrick because he had gotten up at 5 am to get work done that day and then didn't sleep until 6am the next day! We were in so much shock, and I was definitely in denial, it still doesn't seem real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, we got to spend a lot of time with family and that was a blessing. We made some deeper connections and has some good talks. My Aunt and Uncle from Michigan, and a cousin were able to drive down for a few days, and that was nice for me to have family that I am close to but hardly see supporting me and my family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIJ_zqRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sZA1Hg5RxYU/s1600-h/mail-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIJ_zqRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sZA1Hg5RxYU/s320/mail-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366885720087832850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIxTuCXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bpwdR7y7ZLM/s1600-h/mail-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIxTuCXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/bpwdR7y7ZLM/s320/mail-4.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366885730640333170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIr1outI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Aaw0-u5yNZY/s1600-h/mail-2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIr1outI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Aaw0-u5yNZY/s320/mail-2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366885729171978962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIJ_zqRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sZA1Hg5RxYU/s1600-h/mail-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsC2ZOTraI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-19L5jMFeCM/s1600-h/mail.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsC2ZOTraI/AAAAAAAAAKo/-19L5jMFeCM/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366886514449165730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 221px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsC2AuHasI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7MBtD0dPbHU/s1600-h/mail-5.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsC2AuHasI/AAAAAAAAAKg/7MBtD0dPbHU/s320/mail-5.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366886507871693506" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 221px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-1533832009054409207?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1533832009054409207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=1533832009054409207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1533832009054409207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1533832009054409207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/08/major-update-and-pics.html' title='major update! (and pics)'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SnsCIJ_zqRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/sZA1Hg5RxYU/s72-c/mail-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-4133004223611538153</id><published>2009-02-19T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:15:12.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is anyone else laughing?!</title><content type='html'>These are just some random thoughts about what I have been learning and what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been babysitting a little boy about 4 months older than Josiah and the 1st  week he was pooping every hour on the hour for 6-7 hours! I was really getting concerned until I found out he was given a laxative. hmmm......       He is going normally now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to watch the talk show Ellen because she has her audience do these funny games. Did anyone see the blindfolded cracker eating, then whistling contest? Or the nylon ball twister? I want us to do this at the women's retreat coming up! (April 3-5) Whos up for a challenge?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vmUCRdOATA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3vmUCRdOATA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been opening my eyes, through Josiah and the boy I am watching, to how gracious He is to me. He has a lot of patience with me, and I don't always have patience with the people around me. hmmm.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading some good encouraging blogs from other mom's around the country. I love hearing that I'm not alone as a mom of a boy, and that I don't need to worry about being a 'good mom', but focus on being a 'godly woman'. That was exactly what I needed to hear today. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys are so cute, especially when they are doing something naughty! Why is that? I fight  with myself not to crack up, but they are both learning so much. I'm really proud about the progress they have made in just a few weeks! Josiah is repeating words more, he is also starting to do as I say.  The boy I am watching has also grown in using his words when he is unhappy with something (Josiah stealing his toys). I wasn't expecting him to change this quickly but I am quickly learning that I do not know everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-4133004223611538153?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4133004223611538153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=4133004223611538153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4133004223611538153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4133004223611538153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-anyone-else-laughing.html' title='Is anyone else laughing?!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-39664390336719204</id><published>2009-01-31T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T10:01:19.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My big boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3229251775_417e296b20.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3387/3229251775_417e296b20.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-39664390336719204?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/39664390336719204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=39664390336719204' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/39664390336719204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/39664390336719204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-big-boy.html' title='My big boy!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-2413985304184050388</id><published>2009-01-29T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:53:18.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new year</title><content type='html'>Well, I know I haven't blogged in a while.... I just have too much to say sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so these past months have been eventful! we got some great gifts for Christmas and are very happy to be God's children because He loves to bless us! (can I get a whoot whoot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also just got back from a fun trip to Ohio. I know what you are thinking... COLD! But I really miss the cold sometimes, and I really liked being cold enough to need lots of warm cozy sweaters, socks and blankets.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://patrickahardy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patrick &lt;/a&gt;has loads of pictures of the trip. It always suprises me to find people who we connect with in different places. Plus, we always learn so much about family from our families, which leads to learning more about ourselves. I love both sides of my family and am so thankful for wonderful doting grandmothers for Josiah. ( like he doesn't get spoiled enough from us and our friends).&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I enjoy trips with Josiah is that he crosses growth milestones during them. A few examples, 1st laugh, pulled up and stood, stopped breastfeeding, and this time he started really repeating words. So, he is saying 'apple', 'hi',and 'wow'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I got a sewing machine for Christmas, so if anyone loves being creative with sewing, let me know... I would love to have some fun projects to do. Right now, I just know about sewing quilting blocks together.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all I can think of right now....&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-2413985304184050388?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2413985304184050388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=2413985304184050388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/2413985304184050388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/2413985304184050388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year.html' title='the new year'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-5167076636657490012</id><published>2008-12-07T15:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:08:50.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Video/playerIndex?id=6406164" target="_blank"&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/Video/&lt;wbr&gt;playerIndex?id=6406164&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You have to go here for the video.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the faith of this guy (Craig Gross) and his family! Patrick and I have a few of his books and we have the Bible that says "Jesus loves porn stars". I think that what he is doing is what Jesus wants us to be doing here in this world. We need to love those who are uncomfortable for us to love....'the sick'. That is who Jesus came for...we all need Him.&lt;br /&gt;I think that in my world the people I need to love is my neighbors. Just because they are different than me.... or they smoke doesn't mean I can't show them Jesus through my actions. It is Christmas and I should be showing them love somehow. Hmmm.... how shall I do this. Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-5167076636657490012?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5167076636657490012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=5167076636657490012' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5167076636657490012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5167076636657490012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/12/httpabcnews.html' title='inspiration'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-5609004323356074553</id><published>2008-12-07T15:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:43:15.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>christmas cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/STxbe1OXCTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QWHTPbM-KNY/s1600-h/d34d20b034f61946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/STxbe1OXCTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QWHTPbM-KNY/s400/d34d20b034f61946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277193448612890930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have found the cookie I can make amazing everytime....Peanut Butter Blossoms! Thats right, the ones with the Hershey kiss on top. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;Patrick really loves cookies, in general, but especially ones made for him.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night we are having a little party and we are going to make the sugar cookies with frosting and sprinkles. For me they are so much fun to make, because I can put in all the details that I want.&lt;br /&gt;So, Patrick and I have been talking about making our own traditions for Christmas, mainly, we just like being with people... but I really want to have something special to do together as a family like.... caroling around the neighborhood, handing out goodies, getting together to make crafts/ornaments. I don't know... we can't really decide on any one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poll: What does your family do together at Christmas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-5609004323356074553?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5609004323356074553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=5609004323356074553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5609004323356074553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5609004323356074553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cookies.html' title='christmas cookies'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/STxbe1OXCTI/AAAAAAAAAIs/QWHTPbM-KNY/s72-c/d34d20b034f61946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-4921255134591860991</id><published>2008-11-21T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:18:55.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josiah'/><title type='text'>end to blogging silence!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/STxWr1riMfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O8L0RZASSr0/s1600-h/IMG_6127_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/STxWr1riMfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O8L0RZASSr0/s400/IMG_6127_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277188174515417586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a picture of him as a cowboy for Holloween)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been sitting back and watching myself and the other mom's I hang with and what I think is so interesting is that God is always teaching us about ourselves through our kids, and we are so amazed at how our kids grow and learn. Its so simple and obvious but it has really just struck me.&lt;br /&gt;Like every little thing that Josiah is doing that is new is so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;Lately, he has been turning around, saying "dada" to almost everything, says "no" and "yeah".&lt;br /&gt;He also understand a lot more than I give him credit for. He can throw and catch a small ball, and he can open books to "read". Its so cute him sitting there and reading aloud, he says "dou-dou di da" Oh, he can also curl his tongue!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is always telling me how cute his facial expressions are, and that he is such a good little boy. This always encourages me especially when he is teething and has turned into a little terror!&lt;br /&gt;He just runs around the house literally tearing things apart and pulling things out of where they need to be. His favorite places to wreak havoc is the trash and the toilet. No matter how much I reprimand him or give him a swat on his booty, he keeps up the reign of terror! Aaaah! Those are the nights Patrick takes us out to dinner or just deals with chicken nuggets. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-4921255134591860991?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4921255134591860991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=4921255134591860991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4921255134591860991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4921255134591860991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-to-blogging-silence.html' title='end to blogging silence!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/STxWr1riMfI/AAAAAAAAAIc/O8L0RZASSr0/s72-c/IMG_6127_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-7578620507381806442</id><published>2008-10-20T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T10:34:51.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My delieverer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SPzBDfTFlJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y25LmIjDIDo/s1600-h/200px-The_Secret_Life_of_Bees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SPzBDfTFlJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y25LmIjDIDo/s400/200px-The_Secret_Life_of_Bees.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259290730547221650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the middle of putting up pics and figuring out how to sell my jewelry online, via my blog so keep checking, but in the meantime I thought I'd share a little of what God has been doing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I have realized that He is my Deliverer. By this I mean that I can look back and see that in every twist and turn He has Delivered me....And I can remember back to when I was in Preschool!&lt;br /&gt;I am just struck with the reality of who He is and who He wants to be in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard because one of the gifts I have is compassion, and this gift, like all other gifts, is great when used correctly but incorrectly I become overwhelmed and very anxious to the point of panic attacks. I don't have panic attacks anymore and I have learned how to control the feeling of anxiety and worry. However I am still worrisome, and I have to constantly give them to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;So, that is why He has constantly shown me to be my Supernatural Deliverer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really identify with the character in the book "the secret life of bees" May. She is very compassionate to the point of being so overwhelmed she gets out of touch with reality.&lt;br /&gt;She takes on the world's hurt just like they are her own. This is a good example for me to know what can happen if I let my gift become too overwhelming for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-7578620507381806442?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7578620507381806442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=7578620507381806442' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7578620507381806442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7578620507381806442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-delieverer.html' title='My delieverer'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SPzBDfTFlJI/AAAAAAAAAGs/y25LmIjDIDo/s72-c/200px-The_Secret_Life_of_Bees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-8769260011550387137</id><published>2008-08-25T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:25:58.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures in babysitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SL4f2kxXgdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1gKlGaE1fvM/s1600-h/200px-Adventures_In_Babysitting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SL4f2kxXgdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1gKlGaE1fvM/s400/200px-Adventures_In_Babysitting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241662038749970898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about all the random, crazy things that happened to me while babysitting through the years.&lt;br /&gt;-waking up from a nap on the couch to see the 2 year old, that I thought was sleeping, with poopy hands inches from my face.&lt;br /&gt;-getting locked out of the house, with the kids, that I was babysitting at for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;-making mac and cheese without measuring cups and making it too wet, and the kids were not happy.&lt;br /&gt;- misunderstanding the lady I was sitting for and made the kids a sandwich with rancid meat.&lt;br /&gt;- having to wait, scared, in a dark mansion  for the parents to be home because the kids were in bed and I didn't want to go through the many rooms turning on lights, that is how horror movies start!&lt;br /&gt;-playing hide and go seek (during the day) in the same mansion with secret doors and two basements (one was a ballroom)&lt;br /&gt;- being nervous about meeting a new family I was going to babysit, then realizing that is was the drummer from the Counting Crows, and his wife a supermodel! ( I was so nervous to meet that family... You know I had to wear something cool!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all I can think of right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-8769260011550387137?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8769260011550387137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=8769260011550387137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/8769260011550387137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/8769260011550387137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/08/adventures-in-babysitting.html' title='adventures in babysitting'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SL4f2kxXgdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/1gKlGaE1fvM/s72-c/200px-Adventures_In_Babysitting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-7474354489067557928</id><published>2008-07-30T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:13:30.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smirk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SJCvOXwZ8qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xGtyhWIoX5s/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SJCvOXwZ8qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xGtyhWIoX5s/s400/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228871828807217826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SJCu_bFWYAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l0vY-fNrAeE/s1600-h/smirk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SJCu_bFWYAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/l0vY-fNrAeE/s400/smirk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228871572002332674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-7474354489067557928?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7474354489067557928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=7474354489067557928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7474354489067557928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7474354489067557928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/07/smirk.html' title='smirk'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SJCvOXwZ8qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/xGtyhWIoX5s/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-5818910761025636775</id><published>2008-07-20T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T11:10:53.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SJCqPT7Q9jI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gi3DGJ-2-F0/s1600-h/-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SJCqPT7Q9jI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gi3DGJ-2-F0/s400/-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228866347400754738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the lovely sign that is above the toilet in the bathroom at the coin-op laundry I go to. I hadn't noticed it before because I never go into the bathroom there.  But today I was curious and checked it out. This is what I saw......'hmm just a friendly sign' I thought. Then I got closer I couldn't believe how rude people are! However, maybe this sign does work, because the bathroom was nice and clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always fun to go to a public place and meet new interesting people, or just watch them.  Today there was a nun wearing a full on black shroud. I could only see her face and hands. She also had a little cross pin on. Everyone there is sweet and pretty friendly. There was an old man, with no teeth, and a biker couple who have traveled all over Northern California and Nevada.&lt;br /&gt;There is a doughnut shop next door and they don't have very nice equipment for coffee and hot chocolate, and only 20 doughnuts. Thats it! No old fashioned kind.... bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-5818910761025636775?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5818910761025636775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=5818910761025636775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5818910761025636775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5818910761025636775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/07/laundry-day.html' title='Laundry Day'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SJCqPT7Q9jI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Gi3DGJ-2-F0/s72-c/-3.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-8415454565145282916</id><published>2008-07-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:45:43.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SHe2jq_B9lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/x8LqAjYgmM0/s1600-h/family_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SHe2jq_B9lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/x8LqAjYgmM0/s400/family_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221843016909715026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks eveyone who was part of the online surprise! It really was a surprise for me.&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice birthday (as you can see in &lt;a href="http://patrickahardy.blogspot.com"&gt;Patrick's blog&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Well, Josiah is feeling better with his teething, but two nights ago he woke up with croup. =( Poor kid. But he kind of likes it. He thinks its funny how his voice sounds, when he laughs or cries he makes this barking seal sound, and its kind of scary to hear, but he gets a kick out of it. Like when he is eating or drinking he is making a sound in the back of his throat to test and see if he is barking. Its nice he has a good outlook on his illness.&lt;br /&gt;I've been struggling with being able to maintain. All my life I have moved every 2-4 years and so now I am restless. I got to talk to a friend who has been living a nomadic life for the past 6 months and now they are looking at being in a place where there is a lot of nothing and she will have to be content with maintaining and taking care of her family. It was really encouraging to talk with her and to get a new perspective on what I am doing here and now.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I need to take advantage of every situation I am presented and I know that this one is hard fro me because it is more mundane than I would like, however I am seeing that this is also a preparation for things to come. I'm not sure how long it will be, I just need to be patient and taking advantage of this time to learn some simple truths.&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a couple of books right now: Jesus for President, by Shane Claiborne/ No Perfect People Allowed, by John Burke/ the power of a praying parent, by Stormie O'Martian&lt;br /&gt;I think that is plenty for me to learn.&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-8415454565145282916?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8415454565145282916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=8415454565145282916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/8415454565145282916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/8415454565145282916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/07/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SHe2jq_B9lI/AAAAAAAAAEs/x8LqAjYgmM0/s72-c/family_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-3278149154800261114</id><published>2008-07-09T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:17:35.004-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Surprise!!!</title><content type='html'>This is Patrick Hardy [Bethany's husband] Writing to you all.. Ok, so I got this great idea from &lt;a href="http://brodyharper.com/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;.. To sneak into Bethany's blog and post this birthday card for her.. I thought that it might be cool to have all of her friends leave a comment/Birthday wish.. Her birthday is today July 10th, so comment away, and if you see her, wish her a happy birthday!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SHWo_UCfTiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HjJLzn2OxQk/s400/happyBday2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221265148670332450" /&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/7947212551298964012-3278149154800261114?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3278149154800261114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=3278149154800261114' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/3278149154800261114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/3278149154800261114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-surprise.html' title='Happy Birthday Surprise!!!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SHWo_UCfTiI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HjJLzn2OxQk/s72-c/happyBday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-7863541006867009972</id><published>2008-07-03T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T16:09:00.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmAH!</title><content type='html'>Josiah is starting to form the word 'mom' and it seems that he is understanding that it is Patrick and I.  He moves his mouth, like a cow chewing, and then he starts to vocalize...mmmm..mah..mah..mmmm. Its so cute! He also recognizes his name now.&lt;br /&gt;RIght now he is teething his top 4 teeth really bad. He has a fever and is very cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke is clearing from all the fires! Yeah!. I can still smell it in the evening, though. I know many people are bummed from the news that we won't have fireworks show this year, but I'm fine with that. I'm not too keen on fire works. I had a bad experience in China when our small 'American' group  had our own show. It left one person with a hole in their arm and many of us with burning ash falling on our skin. I have little round scars on my thighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Birthday is coming up and &lt;a href="http://patrickahardy.blogspot.com"&gt;Patrick&lt;/a&gt; bought me the Once soundtrack, I was just thinking about it that day that he gave it to me! Wow does he know me or what?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-7863541006867009972?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7863541006867009972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=7863541006867009972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7863541006867009972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7863541006867009972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/07/mmmmah.html' title='mmmmAH!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-3978742992043135100</id><published>2008-06-30T08:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:37:58.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the booger picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SGlfHjJlgoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1uJr0sWmx4o/s1600-h/booger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SGlfHjJlgoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1uJr0sWmx4o/s320/booger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217806226584601218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Josiah sneezed and what a big booger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Thanks to everyone who has been praying for me and encouraging me. It has really helped.&lt;br /&gt;These past weeks have been crazy and fun. I think that in the hard times is when I learn the most.&lt;br /&gt;And, I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my little sister came up for the week and that was fun to spend time with her. We watched movies (KungFu Panda), went to pool parties, played games. It was fun except for Josiah's teething. So, that was part of the hard stuff. It is hard for me to be patient with others during the day if I don't get enough sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;One funny story about that was we went to American Eagle store in the mall and my sister saw a pair of guys boxers that had butcher meat all over it and said "nice to meat you". She thought of getting something for my brother and said she would get them only if they had fish all over them and said " nice to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt; you".  We laughed and laughed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited about our life group. We are seeking God in our communities, reading Ephesians and having a great time. I have been feeling God's presence in our group and it has been great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-3978742992043135100?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3978742992043135100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=3978742992043135100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/3978742992043135100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/3978742992043135100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/06/booger-picture.html' title='the booger picture'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SGlfHjJlgoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1uJr0sWmx4o/s72-c/booger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-4387854564607305397</id><published>2008-06-19T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:30:51.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to ask you all to pray for me. I am feeling very strange, like being attacked. I don't know how to overcome this. I'm hurting and instead of asking for help I push people away or just hurt them.  Its been a few months now and it comes and goes.  But I want it to stop.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-4387854564607305397?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4387854564607305397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=4387854564607305397' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4387854564607305397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4387854564607305397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/06/help.html' title='Help'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-7349377552533778452</id><published>2008-05-29T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:06:05.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last comic standing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SD9Ex_-ZOUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/U8OlZ6JB3Q8/s1600-h/250px-Last_comic_standing_intro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SD9Ex_-ZOUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/U8OlZ6JB3Q8/s320/250px-Last_comic_standing_intro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205955320040995138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the summer people are always watching "So you think you can dance" (Becky) or American Gladiators and other reality shows. But this summer I really want to get a group together to watch "Last comic standing". Actors from the show "the Office" will be judging for certain episodes and I love to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;So, let me know if you are like me... It is on Thursdays, and I don't have TIVO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-7349377552533778452?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7349377552533778452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=7349377552533778452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7349377552533778452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7349377552533778452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-comic-standing.html' title='last comic standing'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SD9Ex_-ZOUI/AAAAAAAAAD0/U8OlZ6JB3Q8/s72-c/250px-Last_comic_standing_intro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-6867477166045014899</id><published>2008-05-28T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:30:10.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>For me this weekend is always busy, my family always goes to family camp with the church I grew up in. They all cogregate in the Santa Cruz mountians. I guess there were over 300 people there this year! Some people had to stay in tents! Weird.&lt;br /&gt;But Patrick and I have started our own tradition of going down to Spirit West Coast, Del Mar every year to help out with a band we know. We have done this three years now and this year I could see that things were different in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. three years ago the Myriad had big, blue, banged up bins for their merch, last year they did a little better and brought rubbermade drawers that were also banged up, This year they brought these nice drawers that looked like they were meant to be brought on the road and airplanes. The drawers slide out so smooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Every year it feels more like an extended family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. this year we brought Josiah! Everyone wants to see him, man its really madness! "beautiful blue eyes!", " can I hold him?"  one person asked if he was a girl or boy! (He was wearing green, blue and red!)&lt;br /&gt; But Josiah really helped Patrick get some good connections just by being his cute self!&lt;br /&gt; Patrick and I both got some great Ephriam shirts.... we watched August Rush, Once, and Lars and the real girl. We didn't really like August Rush, but the other two we really enjoyed! I think I know all the songs in Once. (I just watched it last night!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh! a big thing I'm proud about is that I watched an episode of Top Chef and saw a dish and thought I'd try it. It turned out great! There was even calls for an encore! Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you the recipe so you can impress your friends and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 box of rice pilaf (follow directions on the box)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 bag of baby mixed greens&lt;br /&gt;2 1/2 chicken breasts sauteed with some seasoning&lt;br /&gt;1 bottle of creamy italian dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put bed of greens on plate&lt;br /&gt;then rice&lt;br /&gt;then chicken&lt;br /&gt;drizzle the dressing over&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-6867477166045014899?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6867477166045014899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=6867477166045014899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6867477166045014899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6867477166045014899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-4547189300677977223</id><published>2008-05-20T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:06:42.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, Josiah is crawling!</title><content type='html'>So, Patrick finally put up the video of Josiah crawling. He actually started last week, and is already on to climbing. I can't believe how fast this kid wants to get moving!&lt;br /&gt;You can check it out at our youtube account ( www.youtube.com/the3hardys) or on &lt;a href="http://patrickahardy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patrick's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-4547189300677977223?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4547189300677977223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=4547189300677977223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4547189300677977223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4547189300677977223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-josiah-is-crawling.html' title='Yes, Josiah is crawling!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-3154640067502381111</id><published>2008-05-10T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:48:43.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trader Joe'S!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SCYk6Jl2pbI/AAAAAAAAADs/fQ7Aa5NCqdU/s1600-h/2243936436_17c6828a16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SCYk6Jl2pbI/AAAAAAAAADs/fQ7Aa5NCqdU/s320/2243936436_17c6828a16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198883401271518642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SCYkopl2paI/AAAAAAAAADk/9Fg2FyaDQYE/s1600-h/spaceball.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SCYkopl2paI/AAAAAAAAADk/9Fg2FyaDQYE/s320/spaceball.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198883100623807906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we are still getting a TJ's is Redding, but who really knows, right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have this cute little story to tell you about my funny family.&lt;br /&gt;I ask them to bring some stuff from TJ's when they come and visit, and so today my mom called me from there and was explaining where they are and how much longer until they leave and what we wanted, etc. &lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that she kept calling it "Trader Joe"... Just one. She said it like 3 or 4 times in two sentences! I don't understand, maybe it is a mom thing, or a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; mom thing, I dunno. I talked with my sister about it and she laughed and said that mom says "Trader Joe" all the time. I'm not sure if she is doing this on purpose or she just hasn't read the sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-3154640067502381111?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/3154640067502381111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=3154640067502381111' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/3154640067502381111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/3154640067502381111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/05/trader-joes.html' title='Trader Joe&apos;S!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SCYk6Jl2pbI/AAAAAAAAADs/fQ7Aa5NCqdU/s72-c/2243936436_17c6828a16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-8601637104442895682</id><published>2008-05-07T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:25:32.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sick days</title><content type='html'>So, we all did very well this flu season and never got really sick.... until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with my stomach hurting, like too much food, or I thought it was too much milk.&lt;br /&gt;We went about our daily activities, and when we got to staff meeting we were feeling it pretty bad. (Josiah and I)&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to lay down, and then when I did get up I threw up,  Josiah did also the same time!&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say staff meeting was cut short....The whole rest of the day was spent laying down and changing  poopy diapers. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Today I think we are better but still feeling a little gross.&lt;br /&gt;So, WATCH OUT for this stomach flu bug going around!&lt;br /&gt;I know at least 7 people who have it or did recently!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-8601637104442895682?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8601637104442895682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=8601637104442895682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/8601637104442895682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/8601637104442895682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick-days.html' title='sick days'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-7678311636679076479</id><published>2008-05-04T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:06:58.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>youtube here we come!</title><content type='html'>Patrick made a youtube account for all you family and friends who are far away!&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="www.youtube.com/the3hardys"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a&gt;www.youtube.com/the3hardys&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-7678311636679076479?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7678311636679076479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=7678311636679076479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7678311636679076479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7678311636679076479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/05/youtube-here-we-come.html' title='youtube here we come!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-8922331038735779391</id><published>2008-05-04T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:37:04.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three shades of blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SB4qSctvNVI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pzh1sKFQy3M/s1600-h/Photo+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SB4qSctvNVI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pzh1sKFQy3M/s320/Photo+22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196637516466173266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The blue shirt matching was by accident.&lt;br /&gt;Josiah has the tale end of a cold and his nose is crusty with boogers. He is also learning that he is strong enough to wiggle, kick, and slap his way out of our hands.&lt;br /&gt;He has bitten me twice in two days (while nursing), and headbutted me once in the face( I'm gonna need contacts)&lt;br /&gt;Patrick today said, "I apologize before hand, because Josiah is going to be rough"&lt;br /&gt;I know that, he is a BOY, I know how to handle boys... I babysat a family of 4 boys for a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is just beginning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-8922331038735779391?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/8922331038735779391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=8922331038735779391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/8922331038735779391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/8922331038735779391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/05/three-shades-of-blue.html' title='Three shades of blue'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SB4qSctvNVI/AAAAAAAAADc/Pzh1sKFQy3M/s72-c/Photo+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-6405950497238249814</id><published>2008-04-22T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T09:31:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SA4Se8tvNUI/AAAAAAAAADU/S3eM3aJiQtQ/s1600-h/1924884236.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SA4Se8tvNUI/AAAAAAAAADU/S3eM3aJiQtQ/s320/1924884236.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192107743308100930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SA4RqstvNTI/AAAAAAAAADM/vqLQomf9dcs/s1600-h/391874534.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SA4RqstvNTI/AAAAAAAAADM/vqLQomf9dcs/s320/391874534.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192106845659936050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SA4RT8tvNSI/AAAAAAAAADE/dZsk8sPty7I/s1600-h/IMG_7722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SA4RT8tvNSI/AAAAAAAAADE/dZsk8sPty7I/s320/IMG_7722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192106454817912098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at life group I was talking to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone and they were saying that they want their baby( one day in the future) to look just like Josiah, big eyes, really cute, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just then I remembered a dream I had in high school about a baby. In the dream I was a teacher and my baby was running all over the school, like a nymph, bouncing around  in the air.&lt;br /&gt;And, he/she looked like this doll kewpie! Crazy. I wonder if that is prophetic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick thinks that Josiah is like Curious George. I can see that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-6405950497238249814?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6405950497238249814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=6405950497238249814' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6405950497238249814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6405950497238249814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream.html' title='a dream'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/SA4Se8tvNUI/AAAAAAAAADU/S3eM3aJiQtQ/s72-c/1924884236.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-6114831003543066282</id><published>2008-04-16T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:28:47.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>my top 10 to do list for the summer</title><content type='html'>10. play tennis ( I don't know how but I have two rackets)&lt;br /&gt;9. spend the day at Mt. Shasta City&lt;br /&gt;8. picnics at the many parks&lt;br /&gt;7. having tea with friends at one of the tea shops here in town&lt;br /&gt;6. swimming at Whiskeytown Lake&lt;br /&gt;7. hiking and swimming in one of the many water falls we have around us.&lt;br /&gt;6. thrift store shopping&lt;br /&gt;5. water balloon fight with the stirring kids!&lt;br /&gt;4. jewelry making&lt;br /&gt;3. making crafts&lt;br /&gt;2. stirring mom's group!&lt;br /&gt;1. BBQ's!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-6114831003543066282?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6114831003543066282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=6114831003543066282' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6114831003543066282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6114831003543066282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-top-10-to-do-list-for-summer.html' title='my top 10 to do list for the summer'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-5022366275184334767</id><published>2008-04-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:12:49.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the awkward night</title><content type='html'>What kind of situation makes you feel awkward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to answer my own question here it an example...&lt;br /&gt;The other night Patrick, Josiah and I went to the Olive Garden for some nice family time, and who should be sitting at the next table?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my gynecologist and his family!&lt;/span&gt; WOW....but you know he is a nice man, and the family is nice and so we are fine, and then Josiah is being very loud; happy but loud and there wasn't much we could do.&lt;br /&gt;So, as we are eating and enjoying ourselves, as much as we can, our waitress comes over and tells us that the family at the next table has paid for our dinner! WOW! and so we tell them thanks and smile and stuff, and so they leave.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we told the waitress that it is Patrick's birthday and so she is planning on having people sing... but Josiah is getting tired and so we are going to just go home, and she comes over and asks us if its OK that they sing, and Josiah starts crying!&lt;br /&gt;So we start to leave but there is no bill... what do we do? Say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and also we had only 2 dollars in our pocket and that is all we could leave for a tip! (cause we were gonna pay with our card) Horrible, I know!&lt;br /&gt;That is my definition of awkward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-5022366275184334767?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5022366275184334767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=5022366275184334767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5022366275184334767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5022366275184334767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/04/awkward-night.html' title='the awkward night'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-7660882994842310086</id><published>2008-04-07T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:29:57.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>women's retreat reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R_pVptkJwoI/AAAAAAAAACo/skLjSHLOW4k/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R_pVptkJwoI/AAAAAAAAACo/skLjSHLOW4k/s320/Photo+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186552095964775042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josiah is wearing this little outfit a mentor of mine gave him. The bib says "veal the new beef" because in high school my nickname was 'beef'.&lt;br /&gt;I know its weird, but I think its funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the women's retreat this weekend was just what I needed, sometimes you need to get out of the situation you are in in order to see what is going on. That is what happened to me. Here are a few things I learned. We read the Martha and Mary story in Luke 10 over and over again, focusing on different aspects of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am distracted easily. This is the word that I identify with most.&lt;br /&gt;2. "Lord, don't you care...?" (Luke 10) This is the phrase I am saying constantly, and Martha says this in the scripture.&lt;br /&gt;3. I need to be who God has made me and that is a leader. If I choose not to use my leadership skills, I am disobeying God, and letting others down. For example, if I am in a setting in which I should use my leadership role and refuse, what happens is others around me also seem to loose confidence in themselves and their gifts. I see this happen when it is a spiritual setting, or even just friends deciding what game or movie.&lt;br /&gt;4. well, this one I learned last week on &lt;a href="http://www.revrock.org/2008/04/my-theology-of-waking-up.html"&gt;Dan's blog &lt;/a&gt;about waking up intentionally apposed to having circumstances wake you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to view my life in a new perspective, it is exciting and clears up the fogginess I have been feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-7660882994842310086?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/7660882994842310086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=7660882994842310086' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7660882994842310086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/7660882994842310086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/04/womens-retreat-reflection.html' title='women&apos;s retreat reflection'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R_pVptkJwoI/AAAAAAAAACo/skLjSHLOW4k/s72-c/Photo+18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-4055708649633560401</id><published>2008-04-03T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:51:08.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;First of all, who doesn't love this video?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2CSkLR6mUQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2CSkLR6mUQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday Josiah was sitting in his highchair two different times and had the poop face. He was trying so hard to get that poop out! His face was turning red then blue. I felt so bad when only a little came out!&lt;br /&gt;So, that night I woke up to a stinky smell. It was pungent! It was 2:30 in the morning and he had pooped! Yeah!... but...oh no...ugg so stinky! As, I was beginning to change him, I was getting quite nauseous. I tried to hold my breath but the smell overpowered me!&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was gonna vomit, but as I was just as I was regaining composure I felt woozy thought for sure I would faint.&lt;br /&gt;So, I got up drank some water and sat in front of the fan for a little while, I didn't really well until a hour or so.  Maybe I am lacking in iron or something.&lt;br /&gt;WOW! It is another poop story to add to my numerous others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-4055708649633560401?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4055708649633560401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=4055708649633560401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4055708649633560401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4055708649633560401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/04/poop-story.html' title='Poop story!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-2360960633579533604</id><published>2008-03-31T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T14:09:02.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the Big Give</title><content type='html'>So, has anyone else caught the big give spirit? I love this &lt;a href="abc.go.com/primetime/orprahsbiggive"&gt;show &lt;/a&gt;because the more I watch the more it inspires me that I can give what little I have and know that it is changing someones life, maybe not in a big way but God can use anything no matter how small.&lt;br /&gt;Last night one of the contestants went to a house where the child had died just 1 hour ago. He really didn't know what to do, but he was there as a support and encourager. I mean, who wouldn't want a nice stranger who genuinely cared to help you through your grief. I know that sometimes it seems the kindest actions come from strangers. I think that it is because I don't expect someone to go out of their way to help another.&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that God has given me something special that other people see constantly whether I see it or not. Strangers are always coming up to me for help of some sort. I mean its not like I'm bombarded, but it happens consistently when I go out. Sometimes I remember and I go a step farther than just help them, like see if I can pray for them, but other times I just don't want to interact with anyone and that's when I miss my chance to be part of what God is doing right then.&lt;br /&gt;Its really too bad that I turn away the opportunity that I've been praying for for weeks. Everyday its a choice. One time I even helped a dog, and not just any dog, a pit bull, that was just wandering in the streets and was almost gonna get hit by a car. I knew there was a risk, but the dog looked more scared than about to attack. So, I hung out with Julian, I found out his name, for a couple of hours before I found his owner. He was such a good dog! It was so surprising for me, a person who is jumpy and a little afraid of dogs in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moral of the story, give God what you have and be willing to be used in surprising and exciting ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-2360960633579533604?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/2360960633579533604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=2360960633579533604' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/2360960633579533604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/2360960633579533604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/03/big-give.html' title='the Big Give'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-1182570962163823047</id><published>2008-03-25T20:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T09:18:48.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R-p3T9kJwnI/AAAAAAAAACg/Mu8FV-aNmfE/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R-p3T9kJwnI/AAAAAAAAACg/Mu8FV-aNmfE/s320/Photo+16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182085506070594162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R-nAKdkJwmI/AAAAAAAAACY/LH_DtgzNXn0/s1600-h/Photo+15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R-nAKdkJwmI/AAAAAAAAACY/LH_DtgzNXn0/s320/Photo+15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181884132233953890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got this cookie  bouquet in the mail from Grammy Pammy, Josiah laughed so much at the colors and crinkilee plastic wrap. So much fun seeing him so happy, and able to express his emotions. Its exciting to see him growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have a couple of stories to share.&lt;br /&gt;Today my mom, dad, Josiah, and two sisters went up to Whiskeytown falls today. It was such a perfect day and a great hike! The area is so beautiful right now and my mom and dad are in way better shape than me! My mom hiked the whole way with Josiah in the baby bjorn, and he is 15 pounds or so! Go mom!&lt;br /&gt;On the trail we met a 7 year old boy with autism, hiking with his dad and dog. He was so affectionate and friendly, he went up and hugged my mom and asked how we were. I was so blown away, because I really don't know much about  autism, but I've heard way too many sad stories and not enough hopeful ones.&lt;br /&gt;So, here is a very hopeful one!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;The other story is one of those "only in Redding" ones, like &lt;a href="http://www.revrock.org/"&gt;Dan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revrock.org/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;has on his blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a grocery store and there was a woman walking around shopping with a younger girl while  nursing her baby. I mean it seems like a good idea, kill two birds with one stone, but I could see her midriff and it seemed a little weird to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-1182570962163823047?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1182570962163823047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=1182570962163823047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1182570962163823047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1182570962163823047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R-p3T9kJwnI/AAAAAAAAACg/Mu8FV-aNmfE/s72-c/Photo+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-480941973938270252</id><published>2008-03-14T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:21:50.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News stories</title><content type='html'>I just read one of the funniest stories I've heard in a while.&lt;br /&gt;This guy in London wanted to propose and so he put a $12,000 ring in a helium balloon and on the way to see her he lost the balloon.&lt;br /&gt;It just flew away and he hasn't found it..... poor guy. I wonder if she will still say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another story I read that really touched me amid all the sad war stories and problems with our economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This starbucks barista is giving her kidney to a frequent customer. Basically strangers have become more, and the barista has saved a lady's life! Incredible! God is still God and the world isn't over yet! We still have much to rejoice about! He still answers prayer and there is always hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, and update on Josiah, he is 15 lbs, 26inches and with a new tooth on the way (I can feel the little thing). He is also getting the idea that he wants to crawl. He's got the butt up and feet moving, but his arms are still. But he is working hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9rJ_OTqEcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aDTV6Z88KAE/s1600-h/-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9rJ_OTqEcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aDTV6Z88KAE/s320/-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177672809625293250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-480941973938270252?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/480941973938270252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=480941973938270252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/480941973938270252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/480941973938270252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/03/news-stories.html' title='News stories'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9rJ_OTqEcI/AAAAAAAAACQ/aDTV6Z88KAE/s72-c/-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-6169550257030254745</id><published>2008-03-12T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:43:18.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9hb-eTqEaI/AAAAAAAAACA/W5R9AFQ0GBY/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9hb-eTqEaI/AAAAAAAAACA/W5R9AFQ0GBY/s320/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176988900507914658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some of my new model head shots. Blue Steel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9hVY-TqEYI/AAAAAAAAABw/ejos-Ra0Gb0/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9hVY-TqEYI/AAAAAAAAABw/ejos-Ra0Gb0/s320/Photo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176981659193053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Two Valentines Day's ago I tried to cut my hair and it went horribly wrong...&lt;br /&gt;It kept getting shorter and I started to cry in my bathroom and poor Patrick is wondering what is going on.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have learned my lesson... No matter how frustrating your hair is never try and cut it yourself, unless you are a stylist.&lt;br /&gt;So, Patrick and I got fabulous hair cuts from the incredibly talented Amy!&lt;br /&gt;My hair was long enough for locks of love! Well, at least I hope.  Fun Fun Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-6169550257030254745?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6169550257030254745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=6169550257030254745' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6169550257030254745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6169550257030254745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-do.html' title='New Do'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9hb-eTqEaI/AAAAAAAAACA/W5R9AFQ0GBY/s72-c/Photo+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-5228698903139292754</id><published>2008-03-07T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:47:37.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9GNqOTqEXI/AAAAAAAAABo/iC6Bff8PCgQ/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9GNqOTqEXI/AAAAAAAAABo/iC6Bff8PCgQ/s320/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175073203359977842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9GNFOTqEWI/AAAAAAAAABg/CiF7R7bzeM4/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9GNFOTqEWI/AAAAAAAAABg/CiF7R7bzeM4/s320/Photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175072567704818018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I got the hard drive I needed and now I have unlimited computer access! MuahHahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so we signed up for skype to video chat with Patrick's mom in Ohio and so if you have skype we are pbjHardys and maybe we can chat with you! This is the picture we took for our skype account.&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing because Josiah had a mouthful of my hair in his mouth.  This really defines his character right now... everything he grabs goes into his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Every day he is looking more and more like a little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-5228698903139292754?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/5228698903139292754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=5228698903139292754' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5228698903139292754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/5228698903139292754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/03/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R9GNqOTqEXI/AAAAAAAAABo/iC6Bff8PCgQ/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-4351640654306168047</id><published>2008-03-06T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:22:07.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in a while... I am getting a new computer hard drive and memory today! Yey! It doesn't work at our house with just one computer because Patrick works on the main one. So I get no time on it.&lt;br /&gt;So, lets see we have been traveling like crazy, to the Bay Area 3 times this past month, or so it feels like it. We are so pooped! But great news! Patrick is getting a lot more jobs and more people are calling back that they want to use his services. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt; Meanwhile, Josiah is growing at an incredible rate!... Well, to me it seems like every morning he is a different person. He is 5 months now and he seems to be understanding more concepts about who people are and its fun to see him start to interact.&lt;br /&gt;Right now he has &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; found his voice. And he likes to yell this back-of-the-throat type of yell. And, it is fun, but loud and I can't hear what other people are saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! one fun thing is that I need to read more books.... I'm getting kind of stir crazy with one car, no computer, and limited places to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, my  challenge to you is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know what books you all recommend.&lt;br /&gt;This should be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-4351640654306168047?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4351640654306168047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=4351640654306168047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4351640654306168047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4351640654306168047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/03/delayed.html' title='Delayed'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-1788380727364024523</id><published>2008-02-21T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:16:10.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>On ABC Nightline &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonight&lt;/span&gt; there is going to be a debate that I'm sure will impact the country.&lt;br /&gt;The question they will be debating is: Is America addicted to porn?&lt;br /&gt;Its going to be great! Pastor Craig Gross and former pron producer Donny Pauling are up against two pron producers.&lt;br /&gt;At our church, the Stirring, we had both Craig and Donny come and speak to us about what God is doing about this problem. He wants to heal us!&lt;br /&gt;You can check this out &lt;a href="http://www.abcnews.go.com/Nightline/FaceOff/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also check out how to buy Bibles for the next porn convention, or just to see what these guys are up to at &lt;a href="http://xxxchurch.com"&gt;xxxchurch.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, watch tonight and then let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-1788380727364024523?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/1788380727364024523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=1788380727364024523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1788380727364024523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/1788380727364024523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/02/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-6007854949510905784</id><published>2008-02-20T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T09:55:01.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight of the conchords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demetri martin'/><title type='text'>comedians</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;    It has come to my attention that many of you, my friends have not heard of this wonderfully funny folk singing duo called :Flight of the Conchords.&lt;br /&gt;They are both actors from New Zealand who have a show on HBO. Its hilarious and witty. Here is a few of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;This first song is fun because it kinda sounds like Pet Shop Boys, or some other 80's/90's band.&lt;br /&gt;The next song is a reflection of what marriage is sometimes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RC0DdrHbGg&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RC0DdrHbGg&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another comedian that I think is great is Demetri Martin. I like him because he is witty, and makes normal things funny. He isn't like many other comedians who have to swear in every sentence for something to be funny. I don't get why people think that is so funny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcwfdFT1ohE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rcwfdFT1ohE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your favorite comedian?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-6007854949510905784?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6007854949510905784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=6007854949510905784' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6007854949510905784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6007854949510905784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/02/comedians.html' title='comedians'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-66246134789649025</id><published>2008-02-16T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:05:40.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feburary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7eWWSJSYAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u8wFOmO7tQI/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-4.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7eWWSJSYAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u8wFOmO7tQI/s320/of%3D50,590,442-4.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167764407003013122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has been so crazy for us. We were out of town the 1st week, then Patrick is going to a conference next week and Josiah H. is in town and so are the Lains, and Emily O. is coming at the end of the month, and some friends from Ohio are visiting S.F. in a week. And, we want to see them all! I hope that we get to see everyone at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Patrick is working as hard as ever to learn more about web design, and working on different web pages, and contacting people, and following up with people. I hardly see him anymore and he works at home! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do see him. He takes breaks. =) And there is dinner. I know he is thin, but he eats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Josiah hadn't pooped in a day and a half, and I was getting concerned and the doctor said that they can go up to a week without pooping, and this is normal? ( yeah right!) Its not normal for me, how can it be normal for him?&lt;br /&gt;But, (heehee) he did poop last night! It was so sticky...it took forever to clean.&lt;br /&gt;Strange new things happen with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, right now he is 15lbs, and 25 inches long/tall. He is really growing right now. He also loves to grab onto things, especially long hair. He grabs by the roots and if I don't cut my hair soon, I will be bald in one area of my head. Its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess, that is it for now. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-66246134789649025?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/66246134789649025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=66246134789649025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/66246134789649025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/66246134789649025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/02/feburary.html' title='Feburary'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7eWWSJSYAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/u8wFOmO7tQI/s72-c/of%3D50,590,442-4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-4833298995259935059</id><published>2008-02-16T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T18:04:15.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7eVzSJSX-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/1gaWQYqrhGI/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7eVzSJSX-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/1gaWQYqrhGI/s320/of%3D50,590,442-1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167763805707591650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             (Grandma Terri and Grammy Pammy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7eVziJSX_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/A6rTJ6D5bx0/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,442-3.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7eVziJSX_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/A6rTJ6D5bx0/s320/of%3D50,590,442-3.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167763810002558962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                               (Josiah and Uncle Brad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/dcb_fan/Desktop/ohio%20visit/of=50,590,442-1.jpeg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week we all went and visited Patrick's family in Cincinnati, Ohio. We got great cheap tickets with skybus, so you should look on their site if you are planning a trip. We got so many compliments on how good Josiah was on the flights. He is so mellow, nothing really  seems to bother him. There were a few other babies and kids on both flights and he seemed to be the only one who wasn't fussy or crying! We are so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;During our trip we had to eat at the restaurants that we don't have in California.&lt;br /&gt;So, we ate at&lt;br /&gt;Skyline twice,&lt;br /&gt;Big Boy once,&lt;br /&gt;Graeters ice cream once, and..... well I guess that is it. But it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;Josiah laughed for the first time for Grammy Pammy.  I am a little jealous  because he hasn't laughed for anyone else like that since!&lt;br /&gt;We also saw Patrick's extended family, and has a little party, and we played scene it, tv edition and the girls won! Lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty short trip, so we didn't get to see everyone we wanted to see, so you Ohio people all need to visit us in California. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll have to add the pictures in later... when I have them. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-4833298995259935059?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/4833298995259935059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=4833298995259935059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4833298995259935059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/4833298995259935059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/02/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7eVzSJSX-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/1gaWQYqrhGI/s72-c/of%3D50,590,442-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7947212551298964012.post-6180115697651513320</id><published>2008-02-04T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:32:02.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooooooo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R6f-1dlxxVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZqODA9Fl26w/s1600-h/IMG_7711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R6f-1dlxxVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZqODA9Fl26w/s320/IMG_7711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163375692233164114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My little boy, Josiah is really growing. He is 4 months now and we have started him on rice cereal, he doesn't seem to mind it, but not too crazy about it either. His personality is starting to show, and it is exciting! Here are some things I know about his character:&lt;br /&gt;                  He loves to have fun&lt;br /&gt;                  he is always excited when he is awake&lt;br /&gt;                  he loves to eat&lt;br /&gt;                  he smiles huge when he sees Patrick or I&lt;br /&gt;                  he enjoys trips out to Target or Safeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, he is a lot of fun to hang out with.  Its great being a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7947212551298964012-6180115697651513320?l=bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/feeds/6180115697651513320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7947212551298964012&amp;postID=6180115697651513320' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6180115697651513320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7947212551298964012/posts/default/6180115697651513320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethanyjhardy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hellooooooo.html' title='Hellooooooo.'/><author><name>Bethany Joy Hardy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05259286536969718889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R7hp-iJSYDI/AAAAAAAAABI/I_zHf4NAU6M/S220/71.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b00tht4OiCM/R6f-1dlxxVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZqODA9Fl26w/s72-c/IMG_7711.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
