<?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-7270912439969356537</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:07:55.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scamy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SweetRelatioship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122125535668878669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270912439969356537.post-574319019302611097</id><published>2009-11-14T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T07:48:19.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I know of holy.</title><content type='html'>I've been listening to this song alot lately. What do I know of holy by Addison road. The lyrics speak straight to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made You promises a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hear from Heaven&lt;br /&gt;But I talked the whole time&lt;br /&gt;I think I made You too small&lt;br /&gt;I never feared You at all No&lt;br /&gt;If You touched my face would I know You?&lt;br /&gt;Looked into my eyes could I behold You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought that I had figured You out&lt;br /&gt;I knew all the stories and I learned to talk about&lt;br /&gt;How You were mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Those were only empty words on a page&lt;br /&gt;Then I caught a glimpse of who You might be&lt;br /&gt;The slightest hint of You brought me down to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS 2)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of wounds that will heal my shame?&lt;br /&gt;And a God who gave life "its" name?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;Of the One who the angels praise?&lt;br /&gt;All creation knows Your name&lt;br /&gt;On earth and heaven above&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of this love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of You&lt;br /&gt;Who spoke me into motion?&lt;br /&gt;Where have I even stood&lt;br /&gt;But the shore along Your ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Are You fire? Are You fury?&lt;br /&gt;Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know? What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;What do I know of Holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addison Road&lt;br /&gt;Check it out here on youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8fSjtPLuBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A list for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need mercy above all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn wisdom, and unlearn willful self-preoccupation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn to love both God and neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;"The goal of our instruction is love that comes from a pure heart, a good conscience, and a sincere faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for God name to be honored, for his kingdom to come, for his will to be done on earth, for his whole church to be glorified together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Christ glory and loving kindness and goodness to be seen on earth, to fill the earth as obviously as water fill the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need God to be my refuge and deliverer, setting me free from enemies, sufferings, sorrows, death, temptations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long for the Lord to wipe away all tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need God to change me from who I am by instinct, choice, and practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to deliver me from my obsessive self-righteousness, to slay my lust for self-vindication, so that I feel my need for the mercy of Christ, so that I learn to treat other gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need God mighty and intimate help in order to will and to do those thing that last unto eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to endure hardship and suffering in hope, having my faith simplified, deepened, and purified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn, to listen, to worship, to delight, to trust, to give thanks, to cry out, to take refuge, to obey, to serve, to hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to attain the resurrection to eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;"We groan within ourselves, waiting eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our body."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need God himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask for all of these in the name of the Redeemer of all that is dark and broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is looking like this blog might just be me blogging. I'll tried to get Scott to blog sometimes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270912439969356537-574319019302611097?l=scamyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/feeds/574319019302611097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-i-know-of-holy.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/574319019302611097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/574319019302611097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-do-i-know-of-holy.html' title='What do I know of holy.'/><author><name>SweetRelatioship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122125535668878669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270912439969356537.post-3337344642110181522</id><published>2009-10-30T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T21:36:16.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days are longer than other. Some days I just feel defeated. Some days I just feel discouraged. Some days I just want our trouble to be over already. Today is one of those day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Hands by JJ Heller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have unanswered prayers&lt;br /&gt;I have trouble I wish wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;And I have asked a thousand ways&lt;br /&gt;That You would take my pain away&lt;br /&gt;That You would take my pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to understand&lt;br /&gt;How to walk this weary land&lt;br /&gt;Make straight the paths that crookedly lie&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, before these feet of mine&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, before these feet of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You walked upon the Earth&lt;br /&gt;You healed the broken, lost, and hurt&lt;br /&gt;I know You hate to see me cry&lt;br /&gt;One day You will set all things right&lt;br /&gt;Yea, one day You will set all things right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands&lt;br /&gt;Your hands that shape the world&lt;br /&gt;Are holding me, they hold me still&lt;br /&gt;Your hands that shape the world&lt;br /&gt;Are holding me, they hold me still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I never leave You when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my world is shaking&lt;br /&gt;Heaven stands&lt;br /&gt;When my heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;I never leave...&lt;br /&gt;I never leave Your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Today I'm also reminded that I am in His hands, because of that, I"m gonna be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7270912439969356537-3337344642110181522?l=scamyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3337344642110181522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/3337344642110181522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/3337344642110181522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-days.html' title='Some days...'/><author><name>SweetRelatioship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122125535668878669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270912439969356537.post-3223558068861106729</id><published>2009-10-20T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:23:47.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I'm learning as a wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being married forces you to face some character issues you never have to face otherwise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Through my marriage I feel like I"m getting grind and shape into the character of Jesus Christ. And let me tell you, I have a LONG way to go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marriage is calling me to an entirely new and selfless life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm slowly getting the wake up call to the real reason of marriage. (More on this one later on).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marriage is drawing me closer to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't wait to do the laundry because before you know it, is all over your room with no walking space.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't drink milk before going to bed and don't feed Scott beans and dairy product for dinner.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is better to speak up about your feeling instead of holding it in thinking you're sparing the other person feeling. Or don't just hold it in because you're afraid of how they'll react. This does not mean to not be sensitive to the other person feeling.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is better to wait for a few moments before speaking when you are mad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't need more shoes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BE ENCOURAGING!!!!! BE ENCOURAGING!!!!!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I"m learning a lot about how to truly love my neighbor.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The need for reconciliation !!!!!! &lt;/b&gt;Not just in marriage, but in all area of life!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I show my love for God in part by loving my hubby well :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Love must be learned, and learned again and again! there is no end to it!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laughing through the hard days make things easier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A little humor goes a long way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I must accept my husband love for Zombie and dinosaurs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The list goes on, but this is all I shall post for now because I"m getting sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I"m thankful to be MRS. SCOTT KERSTTER :) I"m thankful that God delight in me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"as a bridegroom rejoices over his bride, so will your God rejoice over you." Isaiah 62:5b&lt;/span&gt;&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;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270912439969356537-3223558068861106729?l=scamyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/feeds/3223558068861106729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-im-learning-as-wife.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/3223558068861106729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/3223558068861106729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-im-learning-as-wife.html' title='Things I&apos;m learning as a wife'/><author><name>SweetRelatioship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122125535668878669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270912439969356537.post-1243914721196057823</id><published>2009-10-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:31:07.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>Just to clarify this blog is for both of us, but I highly doubt Scott will write much (as you can see from the post below) hehehe. He will probably be right next to me when I write them though. I will read it to him and ask "What do you think Scotty?" and he will probably say "ok!" and I'll probably ask "well what do you think about it Scotty?" then he will probably say "yah, it sound good!!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October! October! October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is Scott favorite month. It is the start of his favorite food season. It is also the only time that he'll be able to get me to watch scary movie with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just uploaded some pictures to facebook, but for those of you who don't have facebook. Here are a few eye candies for y'all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN8C8B4gYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZsRFx9wQ6mk/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN8C8B4gYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZsRFx9wQ6mk/s400/DSC00102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391789568808223106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha so I had a craving for a fruit cake one weekend, so I went to order one. It feel silly to order a cake for no specially reason, so I decided to have a birthday party for Scott, Glenn and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN8YlqeQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/_e5IoLNNq3U/s1600-h/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN8YlqeQ5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/_e5IoLNNq3U/s400/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391789940761576338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it even look like I'm tip toe-ing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN833i3PSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4R3UDeFubJQ/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN833i3PSI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4R3UDeFubJQ/s400/DSC00124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391790478137441570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking!!! I'm a messy cook though, but Scott usually does the clean up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN_tCyOOcI/AAAAAAAAARM/j_JWuZ06jc8/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN_tCyOOcI/AAAAAAAAARM/j_JWuZ06jc8/s400/DSC00125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391793590710974914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful Hubby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are about to witness two of our favorite thing to do!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN9ICB3HYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vK7Xg2xERN0/s1600-h/DSC00118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN9ICB3HYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/vK7Xg2xERN0/s400/DSC00118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391790755829718402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting our facial done ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN9jGczkPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Ohy_rg17lzU/s1600-h/DSC00154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN9jGczkPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Ohy_rg17lzU/s400/DSC00154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391791220872941810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while watching drama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN-LfxSh9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/vo2dCNEvnwc/s1600-h/DSC00173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN-LfxSh9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/vo2dCNEvnwc/s400/DSC00173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391791914864510930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get breakfast in bed on Saturday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN-hyvQNYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ewPcXFbaAMU/s1600-h/DSC00176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN-hyvQNYI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/ewPcXFbaAMU/s400/DSC00176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391792297913365890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually catch up on missed TV show over the week while eating breakfast. While Scott ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN_ZoP7EII/AAAAAAAAARE/9UQ7pNhjJY4/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN_ZoP7EII/AAAAAAAAARE/9UQ7pNhjJY4/s400/DSC00131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391793257170276482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have his man date with all the brothers on Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN-0soVzhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/w7eS_k7CYZ4/s1600-h/DSC00170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN-0soVzhI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/w7eS_k7CYZ4/s400/DSC00170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391792622691274258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are a fews of the thing we enjoy doing :) We'll update this post with more pics of october later. We're also saving all of our "dates" pictures for another post of it own later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love y'all much,&lt;br /&gt;The Kerstetter's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270912439969356537-1243914721196057823?l=scamyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/feeds/1243914721196057823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/october_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/1243914721196057823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/1243914721196057823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/october_12.html' title='October'/><author><name>SweetRelatioship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122125535668878669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/StN8C8B4gYI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ZsRFx9wQ6mk/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270912439969356537.post-4504636561981878363</id><published>2009-10-07T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:20:11.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270912439969356537-4504636561981878363?l=scamyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/feeds/4504636561981878363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/greetings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/4504636561981878363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/4504636561981878363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>SweetRelatioship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122125535668878669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270912439969356537.post-591634400316998683</id><published>2009-10-07T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T11:17:20.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Newlyweds Update #1</title><content type='html'>We'll celebrate our two months anniversary in about a week. Is crazy to reflect back and see how much has happened in just this short amount of time. And NO we are NOT preggers yet Candace. We will be one day (years away from now hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very thankful to be married and to have a constant companion by my side. We have mostly good days so far, but like most human we have our share of bad days too. It is when those bad days hit that I am ever so thankful to have Scott as my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our biggest struggle right now is to find a church.  As most of y'all know both Scott and I don't have a very strong church background. Some recent hurtful things continue to leave a bad taste in our mouth about the church especially it people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say a lot about what wrong with the Church these day (I know I do). But at the core, for me the Church biggest problem is that it is made of people. We are the most unpredictable, and very much so imperfect being. I'm mostly talking about myself. Please don't get offended by this. Even when we're not being bad, we're just not in control of life.  &lt;p&gt;Relationships and community can be lost by any number of evil mean, but sometime it is just a matter of timing. In this instance, we got hit when we were the weakest. Not an ideal time to lose community.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I'm learning that the cycle of relationships is bittersweet. I'm also learning that if we are not mindful, the bitter part of that can make us bitter. No matter what happen, the hard thing is to choose to believe it is worth trying again, to refuse to give up on the Church and on people. You have to risk investing and being vulnerable yet again, knowing the cycle will always turn (*super eek eek eek). This is something that Scott has taught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like God is using marriage to shape me in so many ways. Is like all your flaws and imperfection is being magnify. I feel very bless that not only did God brought me a wonderful husband He also brought me a wonderful new family. I am so thankful for that.  I hate to brag but my In-laws are awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y'all are probably curious about how we're handling our situation. We are doing pretty good I think. Scott parents are amazing.  They are not poky people at all.  We have an amazing sense of privacy.  As most of y'all know, we have the front two rooms of the house.  I think they don't venture down this side of the hall way on purpose (or maybe not).  They really want to give us our own private time I think.  I have to say it.  Is working out so well I think because Scott parents are white. I hope this doesn't come off the wrong way.  I just know that if we were living with my mom there will be no such thing as privacy. I'm also extremely grateful that Scott parents are so understanding and even forgiving.  Most of y'all know, I'm not the most tidy girl ever.  I know if you girls are reading this, y'all are probably nodding y'all head like crazy right? I'm working on it ok!!! hahaha I'm trying to limit the mess to just mostly our rooms, but sadly I inform you that as I'm typing this, there is quite a mess in the hall way on our part of the house right now. We are working on trying to get tidy.  I just get overwhelm whenever I look at the mess. I also get overwhelm because I have a crab load of junk that I don't know where I'll put or what I'll do with it. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anywho, along with the privacy we also get alot of love and support. For example, when I have a really long or bad day I always get the most wonderful hugs from Scott dad. Scott mom is always there and ready with her understand ears. I'm not the most expressive person some time, but I truly adore and love them.  I'm still working on the nerve to call them Mom and Dad.  I don't know why, but I feel akward and embarass about it. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Glenn, my little brother I like to call him (mostly behind his back because I'm too embarass to call him that to his face). We're getting to know each other better. I feel like he is alot more comfortable around me now. We're beginning to share our inside moments of laughter, little glances of understanding something that no one else does. We also tend to take side against Scott about certain things. hahahaha I also get to do what I always wanted to do. Buy clothe for a younger sibling. This is something I've always wanted to do so badly. I no longer just have to settle with dressing up dolls. I have my own little brother now to shop for.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm very overwhelm with gratefulness because I feel like this is an answered prayer. A prayer that I have prayed and cried out to God for so many years of my life.  A prayer for a big happy family.  I wake up every day with all kind of noises around the house. Scott doesn't understand why I like that, but to me is just wonderful. I'm very grateful to have this experience of being a part of big family before Scott and I go off on our own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God is good that is all I have to say. He give me a sweet husband, a wonderful extended family, and He is always by my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be uploading some pictures soon :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;with love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amy KERSTETTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270912439969356537-591634400316998683?l=scamyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/feeds/591634400316998683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/newlyweds-update-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/591634400316998683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/591634400316998683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/newlyweds-update-1.html' title='The Newlyweds Update #1'/><author><name>SweetRelatioship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122125535668878669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7270912439969356537.post-2068970863719361327</id><published>2009-10-01T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:56:48.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathroom Make Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I thought it would be fun start a blog about our first few years of marriage.  Easier to keep y'all our friends and family updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many thing on our list right now is the Bathroom.  I wanted the bathroom to reflect Scott, Glenn and my favorite color.  So here are some inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott -&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glenn -&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy -&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV8H4IYZHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RewqlxwShVU/s1600-h/cottonswabholder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV8H4IYZHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RewqlxwShVU/s400/cottonswabholder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387849003987133554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute or what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV8SWZKWGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4GdG5DI84gg/s1600-h/inspirationboard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV8SWZKWGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4GdG5DI84gg/s400/inspirationboard2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387849183909271650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the color inspiration board&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsWBQNnFjjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7uTa2jM84FE/s1600-h/BathNo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsWBQNnFjjI/AAAAAAAAAP0/7uTa2jM84FE/s400/BathNo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387854644750159410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV-YezSPII/AAAAAAAAAPU/AOd4WLhWDaI/s1600-h/green-pillow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV-YezSPII/AAAAAAAAAPU/AOd4WLhWDaI/s400/green-pillow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387851488268795010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought that this was darling, but I don't see the use for pillow in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV-dqnGgXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ScT-cmbpzyg/s1600-h/toiletseat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV-dqnGgXI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ScT-cmbpzyg/s400/toiletseat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387851577338265970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retro or what.  Not part of the inspiration, but who doesn't like colorful toilet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV-iXLRG_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/fQelCZTKVUA/s1600-h/lightedshowerhead.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV-iXLRG_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/fQelCZTKVUA/s400/lightedshowerhead.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387851658020592626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha wouldn't this totally bring showering to the next level.  Scott and Glenn take like ridiculously long showers, so I'm not sure if I want to add any thing else that might make their shower even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Scamy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsWBENM4wII/AAAAAAAAAPs/D0YDrd-qR8o/s1600-h/br11b_doraemon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsWBENM4wII/AAAAAAAAAPs/D0YDrd-qR8o/s400/br11b_doraemon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387854438481838210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this!!!!!&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7270912439969356537-2068970863719361327?l=scamyk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/feeds/2068970863719361327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathroom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/2068970863719361327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7270912439969356537/posts/default/2068970863719361327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scamyk.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathroom.html' title='Bathroom Make Over'/><author><name>SweetRelatioship</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06122125535668878669</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UzuCO-zR280/SsV8H4IYZHI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RewqlxwShVU/s72-c/cottonswabholder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
