<?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-9159182735224323272</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:07:15.815-06:00</updated><category term='These are my babies'/><title type='text'>Wild Ride With The Hankins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-2415700010137526734</id><published>2010-12-03T00:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T01:23:00.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am very Blessed!!</title><content type='html'>It seems like we have been in a constant storm or trial, and as I was doing my bible reading the other day. It &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that during all this God has taught not only me, but my family too. Our home life is a little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; than others. My kids give up A lot and do without A lot, and most of the time it is due to my MS. We have been talking about character in our family devotional time. I have noticed that it just comes natural for my kids to be the one that stands up for Christ, and puts everyone else first, before themselves. Example the other day at school they had some kind of party. They were passing out the drinks ( Capri Suns) Clay had already got his, but they ran out before all the kids got one. Clay saw this and went to his teacher and told her to give his drink to the one little kiddo that did not get one, and he would like a glass of water..... WOW!!! that just made my heart smile so big. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; feel that my kiddos would give someone the clothes off there back if someone needed them. Another one was this week when Emily told her band teacher that she could not do All Region this year. When her dad and I talked to her about it she said she did not want to add anything else to her dads plate or make things hard for us in anyway. ( I have been real sick for the past month, so Dusty has had to be dad and mom, school bus driver,maid, cook, and anything else that came up all while he was taking care of me, and making sure i got to the Dr's office, and the ER visits for test and surgery while he still worked his full time job Monday through Friday He leaves the house at 6:30am and gets home at 5:30pm, and still worked his second job at Ropers on Friday and Saturday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nites&lt;/span&gt;, and always had a smile and praising God everyday) If there was an award for the most Christlike, hardest working, most &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;compassionate&lt;/span&gt;,and biggest heart ever he would get it every year!!!!! I love Dusty so much I thank God for making Dusty and giving him to ME!!!! There is no one else on this earth that could love me and take such good care of me and our kids. he does everything in his power to try to get them all the things they want, God provides for all our needs!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-2415700010137526734?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/2415700010137526734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=2415700010137526734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/2415700010137526734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/2415700010137526734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-very-blessed.html' title='I am very Blessed!!'/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-1686136583173471894</id><published>2009-08-11T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:03:47.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is my prayer in the desert And all that's within me feels dry This is my prayer in the hunger in me My God is a God who provides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And this is my prayer in the fire In weakness or trial or pain There is a faith proved Of more worth than gold So refine me Lord through the flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;And I will bring praise I will bring praise No weapon forged against me shall remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I will rejoiceI will declare God is my victory and He is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And this is my prayer in the battle And triumph is still on it's way I am a conqueror and co-heir with Christ So firm on His promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; I'll stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;All of my life In every season You are still God I have a reason to sing I have a reason to worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;This is my prayer in the harvest When favor and providence flow I know I'm filled to be empited again The seed I've recieved I will sow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-1686136583173471894?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/1686136583173471894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=1686136583173471894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/1686136583173471894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/1686136583173471894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-my-prayer-in-desert-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-7804698624211111694</id><published>2009-06-25T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:00:01.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SkPZC3VcGpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J467aBsIKiE/s1600-h/n727843378_1649585_2348653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351359425483119250" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 213px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SkPZC3VcGpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J467aBsIKiE/s320/n727843378_1649585_2348653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SkPXrMs49-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/J-SXd5DCY5o/s1600-h/family+overstreets+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351357919390136290" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 195px; height: 244px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SkPXrMs49-I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/J-SXd5DCY5o/s320/family+overstreets+%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SkPXbEPGCTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2DxDVKaNmcg/s1600-h/100_0497+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351357642239772978" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 218px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SkPXbEPGCTI/AAAAAAAAAJs/2DxDVKaNmcg/s320/100_0497+%282%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A friend feels my pain when I feel it. They love my kids as if they were their own. A friend is the person you can laugh so hard with that you pee my pants....and they don't even care...or they peed too!&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger I had several superficial friends. Then as I matured I came to see what was important to me. I now have fewer friends but they are solid. The kind you can talk about ANYTHING with, and know they are honest with you and truly love you. I have been truly blessed with my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-7804698624211111694?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/7804698624211111694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=7804698624211111694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/7804698624211111694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/7804698624211111694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2009/06/friends.html' title='Friends!!!'/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SkPZC3VcGpI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/J467aBsIKiE/s72-c/n727843378_1649585_2348653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-4370270319551706341</id><published>2008-12-29T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:30:10.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Pictures in camera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmx1jWiKhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Eag4dWp0Iio/s1600-h/100_3163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285451171276925458" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmx1jWiKhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Eag4dWp0Iio/s320/100_3163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmxqcOj26I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Feqeb_KiNYw/s1600-h/100_3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450980385872802" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmxqcOj26I/AAAAAAAAAH8/Feqeb_KiNYw/s320/100_3168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmxeB0iQPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/caJU_TAXqwE/s1600-h/100_3175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450767138963698" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmxeB0iQPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/caJU_TAXqwE/s320/100_3175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmxMCf87xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1L3yDN2NscY/s1600-h/100_3167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450458083421970" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmxMCf87xI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1L3yDN2NscY/s320/100_3167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmw_LrPuoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fLIRvqJu_pg/s1600-h/100_3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450237208410754" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmw_LrPuoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/fLIRvqJu_pg/s320/100_3164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwzjMt73I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rguuFMRmm-4/s1600-h/100_3160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285450037364387698" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwzjMt73I/AAAAAAAAAHc/rguuFMRmm-4/s320/100_3160.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwk5rH9RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EP7oADcgl50/s1600-h/100_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449785699464466" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwk5rH9RI/AAAAAAAAAHU/EP7oADcgl50/s320/100_3158.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwbAba4aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wfGJRspaYDc/s1600-h/100_3156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449615713952162" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwbAba4aI/AAAAAAAAAHM/wfGJRspaYDc/s320/100_3156.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwTplLBAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t6GloDLuMKo/s1600-h/100_3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449489321755650" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwTplLBAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/t6GloDLuMKo/s320/100_3155.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwKp7DFHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qKvV5c-VENE/s1600-h/100_3154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449334794687602" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwKp7DFHI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qKvV5c-VENE/s320/100_3154.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwAqE3OsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bgDaAcvoz98/s1600-h/100_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285449163037162178" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmwAqE3OsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/bgDaAcvoz98/s320/100_3152.JPG" 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;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across these photos in the camera the other day when I was getting it ready for Christmas. I think they are what Emily took at Thanksgiving. Her random shots she is calling them. You will See my mom, I love my mom so much she works real hard, and lives her life for the Lord. I wish I could see her more, I wish I could see more of my whole family I miss them a lot. Next you might see my aunt Shari, she has the blondish brown hair, aunt Cindy has the red hair, and uncle Randy has a ball cap on. Everyone should know Memaw and Papaw the sweetest couple here. I love my Memaw so much whenever I need anything I know I can call her and talk to her and she will make me fell better. She is the most Godliest woman I know she is very wise. I love her very much. My brother and his little boy Fletcher are very precious to my heart too. I think my brother has had a hard life, but I do know that he is a great dad and would do anything for anyone he has such a big heart. Now my sister, I love my sister very much I am very proud of her and the person she has become. She is a great mom, and wife, and a great friend I value her friendship. I am sometimes jealous of the relationship that she has with our mother because they are closer than mom and me, but I know that I am right were God has me for today. OK enough talk I want you to see the pic's and meet some of them OOOO there is A LOT more we are a BIG family so we will start slowly. The little ones are Taylor, Fletcher and baby Nate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-4370270319551706341?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/4370270319551706341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=4370270319551706341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/4370270319551706341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/4370270319551706341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2008/12/found-pictures-in-camera.html' title='Found Pictures in camera'/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmx1jWiKhI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Eag4dWp0Iio/s72-c/100_3163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-7363258046696813974</id><published>2008-12-29T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:58:32.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets catch up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmp3_H_y-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/daCdpvWDLZ8/s1600-h/100_3208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285442416998861794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmp3_H_y-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/daCdpvWDLZ8/s320/100_3208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmprQzVzeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KwQqPgswS1Q/s1600-h/100_3209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285442198405762530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmprQzVzeI/AAAAAAAAAGk/KwQqPgswS1Q/s320/100_3209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmpblaX5KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DbuK05omwyc/s1600-h/100_3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285441929060279458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmpblaX5KI/AAAAAAAAAGc/DbuK05omwyc/s320/100_3204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmpNuQSAuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FjtKWlzzbQw/s1600-h/100_3198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285441690915701474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmpNuQSAuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FjtKWlzzbQw/s320/100_3198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmoNBy56-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JlqT20feUrI/s1600-h/100_3195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285440579469700066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmoNBy56-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/JlqT20feUrI/s320/100_3195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Kids, Dusty, and my Dad left as soon as Thanksgiving lunch was over ( yes I know I am behind here). They left for deer camp, for four days. I had four days to shop and get my Christmas done without any kiddos here getting in the middle of it, and I did and it was great. Well they had a great time too, Hannah skinned her first deer with a golf ball and a 4-wheeler, she also got to cook in the cook shack with some of the men. that was right up her ally. They all got to go muddin on the 4-wheelers and throw the knives and tomahawks with Mr. Mike. They had a great time, and can't wait til next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-7363258046696813974?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/7363258046696813974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=7363258046696813974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/7363258046696813974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/7363258046696813974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-catch-up.html' title='Lets catch up!!'/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SVmp3_H_y-I/AAAAAAAAAGs/daCdpvWDLZ8/s72-c/100_3208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-2700138335841248241</id><published>2008-10-30T11:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:27:08.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey there yes it is me Two post in what 24 hours. I KNOW!!!!! Well I have some catching up to do. So on Tuesday the 28th the kids were out of school for parent/teacher conf., My day was filled  up we started at 9:00am at the orthodontist. Emily got her spacers put in (6). she will have her braces top and bottom put on next Thursday. praying for everything to go smoothly and that she will not be to sore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Next were off to the conf. Of course the teachers had great things to say about all of my kiddos. All of Emily's teacher's just lover her, said she was the perfect student. Always  got her work in on time, and never gave them any trouble. Next time we are going to try to bring that 88.4 in science up for all A's. Hannah has a AWESOME teacher I love the Elementary. She is doing everything they need to get ready for the 5th grade, and Hannah is doing well. 4th was such a hard year for Emily, I am so glad that Hannah is taking it a lot better. She had good grades too A/B.  Clay has Ms. Ricketts I love her. she is so much fun, and clay is a funny boy. She started off with he has all A's and he is a good writer he writes some wonderful stories, and great poems. WOW was I shocked. Then she said he is already reading 101 words per min. and at AT THE END OF 2ND GRADE they are only required to read at 90 words per min.!!! WOW again ( and these are not little 3 or 5 letter words either) they are chapter books with hard words I am so proud of him, of All my kids They are all good readers.  Just makes you feel good to know that your kiddos are getting the education they need. Thanks Vilonia!!!!!!! There may have been a few bumps in the road, but over all we are pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Before I left she said you need to read his paper he wrote that is hanging up on the wall outside. We said goodbye, and on the way out I stoped by to read it. The title was All about me, It had things like my name is Clay D Hankins I have 2 sisters I like superheros ect... things like  hunting with his dad, then my favorite book is The Bible when I grow up I want to be a Preacher!! Are you crying yet, Then he drew a picture of him preaching it was the most precious thing I have ever seen.  I will end with that   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-2700138335841248241?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/2700138335841248241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=2700138335841248241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/2700138335841248241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/2700138335841248241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-there-yes-it-is-me-two-post-in-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-7054733670990350124</id><published>2008-10-29T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:09:04.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My guys A Hunting they Went.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmp5mQ6RrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KR0SLmhDs_4/s1600-h/100_3120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262924446548248242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmp5mQ6RrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KR0SLmhDs_4/s320/100_3120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmoxsv9ofI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LJ9bvmH7_UQ/s1600-h/100_3117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262923211338523122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmoxsv9ofI/AAAAAAAAAF4/LJ9bvmH7_UQ/s200/100_3117.JPG" 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;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmowlBb2II/AAAAAAAAAFo/C09U43C7MWA/s1600-h/100_3110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262923192084453506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmowlBb2II/AAAAAAAAAFo/C09U43C7MWA/s200/100_3110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmoxZ273DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G6BEOouuxLQ/s1600-h/100_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262923206267493426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmoxZ273DI/AAAAAAAAAFw/G6BEOouuxLQ/s200/100_3111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmk0JGf_aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2yCG5bahtps/s1600-h/100_3056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262918855262469538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmk0JGf_aI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2yCG5bahtps/s200/100_3056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmlHJLPWoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NlmHdRrhlpQ/s1600-h/100_3057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262919181699865218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmlHJLPWoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/NlmHdRrhlpQ/s200/100_3057.JPG" 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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmkCbOrWdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IcT8hA34bco/s1600-h/100_3052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262918001135147474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmkCbOrWdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/IcT8hA34bco/s200/100_3052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmkzry8m6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ij5pA_86KB8/s1600-h/100_3054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262918847395830690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmkzry8m6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ij5pA_86KB8/s200/100_3054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmk0PYQm3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Mw2nA3gRyXc/s1600-h/100_3055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262918856947571570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmk0PYQm3I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Mw2nA3gRyXc/s200/100_3055.JPG" 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;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I will say this first, on the first call as normal I asked any deers yet? The response was this No, but your son sure can throw some knives and tomahawks and is hitting the target with no problem. He can even throw them sideways and still hit and stick the bulls eye. Clay says's Mr. Mike keeps telling me " your wrong boy" because I can hit the target and he can't. What do you say to that? I just said Well Good son. He has a little pocket knife, and I just cringe when he gets it out I just know one day the tip of that finger is going to get it. Then off the the ER we will go ( I could just "Duck Tape" it that would be Nanny Hankins way of fixing it ). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Overall Dusty, my dad and Clay had a great time together they always do. My dad enjoys more it than anyone else I think. He loves getting to spend time with the family every chance he gets. They go back to the woods as soon as they take that last bite of Thanksgiving Lunch. The girls may go this year too OOH MY what will I do with the house to myself??? I will enjoy the quietness of it all, and RELAX!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-7054733670990350124?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/7054733670990350124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=7054733670990350124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/7054733670990350124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/7054733670990350124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-guys-hunting-they-went_29.html' title='My guys A Hunting they Went.'/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQmp5mQ6RrI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KR0SLmhDs_4/s72-c/100_3120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-8039245168257742313</id><published>2008-10-25T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T00:41:19.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The ride in the car with my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQMzBbQiNdI/AAAAAAAAACU/YwSfFJgEAhI/s1600-h/IMG_8926_CR.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261104889288865234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQMzBbQiNdI/AAAAAAAAACU/YwSfFJgEAhI/s200/IMG_8926_CR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My husband and son left after my son got home for school yesterday for deer camp, and I was headed to Cabot to take my oldest ( Emily ) to her Nanny's for the weekend. Then it would just be Hannah and me. I am so excited about that too, some bonding time. Well we are in the car and just talking about school and friends and just stuff, when Emily starts telling about this book she has got from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;, and has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt; read half of it. It is about this girl who &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;basically&lt;/span&gt; ends up in the hospital with some type of bone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Dr&lt;/span&gt;.'s think she is going to die. Well &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt; starts to tear up and looks at me ask why things like this happen and why it happened to me ( my MS). Well I am trying not to cry and I answer her with this. God has a plan His timing is perfect. He allows things to happen for reasons that you and I may not understand till we are up in heaven with Him. Emily let me tell you a story that happened to me not to long ago. When I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;having&lt;/span&gt; a very slow and weak day and could not do things on my own I had to have someone help me walk and get me dressed and do my hair and just do about everything for me I had someone say to me " I just don't know how you do it,How you make it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the day" I looked at them with a smile and said I don't God does it HE does it ALL. and I give Him all the glory for it. Emily just kinda looked at me. I said Emily I use to wonder why I had MS why I had to have it. I am a mom of 3 kids I don't have time for it. But you know what. I really think God allowed me to have MS (1) b/c I can handle it (2) I can use it as a witness tool to reach out to other people. You know I do not want to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pitied&lt;/span&gt; at all and I don't want attention drawn to me and that makes me strong. It was recently brought to my attention how my faith in God through this Illness has help someone else with there illness and that Emily is what I would like to know that I can do is to help someone else know that they can climb there mountain with God's strength. Because our God is so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;merciful&lt;/span&gt; and gracious&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-8039245168257742313?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/8039245168257742313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=8039245168257742313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/8039245168257742313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/8039245168257742313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2008/10/ride-in-car-with-my-girls.html' title='The ride in the car with my girls'/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SQMzBbQiNdI/AAAAAAAAACU/YwSfFJgEAhI/s72-c/IMG_8926_CR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-2380502434777034253</id><published>2008-10-22T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:00:45.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_oN4xjZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/Nzk4zL6xLUI/s1600-h/l_e66077eb14144b5bb239da5b30fd90d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260178215068198642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_oN4xjZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/Nzk4zL6xLUI/s200/l_e66077eb14144b5bb239da5b30fd90d1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_oGPhhpaI/AAAAAAAAACE/BFaCrp9wATo/s1600-h/l_6cbcb1aa5288460a91661705d50f108c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260178083736036770" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_oGPhhpaI/AAAAAAAAACE/BFaCrp9wATo/s200/l_6cbcb1aa5288460a91661705d50f108c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_n90_y4QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZjQQ_cn3XkU/s1600-h/l_04cd5f726ee24b1d9f0a4e44f57e9344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260177939176284418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_n90_y4QI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZjQQ_cn3XkU/s200/l_04cd5f726ee24b1d9f0a4e44f57e9344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_nzBMW-LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/StimpIKBf1Q/s1600-h/l_0ed99cc5f3b545bc831189488f9a8aee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260177753471645874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_nzBMW-LI/AAAAAAAAAB0/StimpIKBf1Q/s320/l_0ed99cc5f3b545bc831189488f9a8aee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Things Have for sure been a Wild Ride These past few weeks. From sickness,death to quitting of my job. To top it all off my emotions are going off the chart. My employers have been so great to work with me during this time, and it was a hard decision to make. I love working I love just getting out of the house, but God and my family comes first before any job. At this time I need to take care of my heath and my family. The fatigue and pain with my MS is my major problem. God has a plan for me and I can't wait to see what it is. Yes sometimes I have those bad days, that is where the faith is. Thank you God for your mercy, wonderful Grace, precious love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I lost my PeeWee Last Friday Oct. 17th 2008 He was 94 with no sickness. He never took anything for anything. No blood pressure problems or heart, or anything he just got old and his earthly body gave out. How marvelous is that. WOW I would love that. He was so special to so many people so kindhearted always had a smile on his face. He gave me his warm hands. He had 5 kids 10 grand kids and 14 great grand kids 7 great great grand kids. He was so blessed. He loves his little puppy dogs Gracy and katie, They will help keep Mary busy now. She is so sweet. I thank God for blessing PeeWee with her, she took such good care of him in his life and loved him as a wife should. God is so good his plan is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-2380502434777034253?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/2380502434777034253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=2380502434777034253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/2380502434777034253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/2380502434777034253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2008/10/things-have-for-sure-been-wild-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SP_oN4xjZvI/AAAAAAAAACM/Nzk4zL6xLUI/s72-c/l_e66077eb14144b5bb239da5b30fd90d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-1978836015197724863</id><published>2008-09-29T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:45:26.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens...</title><content type='html'>...When they allow ME, Billie, to guest post on their blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking...what can my first guest post be about?  I thought.  And searched.  And thought some more.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remembered I had this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufb342xKE54/SOEh6h2Uq1I/AAAAAAAABeE/G5zpPSCFebs/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufb342xKE54/SOEh6h2Uq1I/AAAAAAAABeE/G5zpPSCFebs/s320/Image1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251515929893055314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute?  I first met them in 2002 and this was the first directory picutre I ever took of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to do it once I saw it! I mean, after seeing those 3 kids as grown up as they were on Sunday...wow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-1978836015197724863?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/1978836015197724863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=1978836015197724863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/1978836015197724863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/1978836015197724863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens...'/><author><name>Billie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufb342xKE54/SuX31wnweNI/AAAAAAAADog/eLxso-woB00/S220/Billie+Camera.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufb342xKE54/SOEh6h2Uq1I/AAAAAAAABeE/G5zpPSCFebs/s72-c/Image1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-4477369994339705381</id><published>2008-09-26T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:03:48.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Good Morning, I know It has been a few days but I am just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;learning&lt;/span&gt; how do this, so bear with me. I want to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;introduce&lt;/span&gt; you to my niece and NEW nephew. Taylor just turned 2 in August and Nathan Andrew was born on Monday Sept. 22nd. As you can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probably &lt;/span&gt;tell, Taylor is a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SNzuI7Az-kI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jt7YOc6VabY/s1600-h/NateBirth-5+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250333102654618178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SNzuI7Az-kI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jt7YOc6VabY/s320/NateBirth-5+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;handful already, but she is so sweet. I know that Nate will give her a run for her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah gave us a scare yesterday afternoon the school called and said they think she broke her arm. She fell off the monkey bars. Praise the Lord that she did not!!!!! She just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bruised&lt;/span&gt; it real bad the Dr said, but that if the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;swelling&lt;/span&gt; does not come down to bring her back in or take her to her Dr. for another X-ray b/c hairline fractures don't always show up right away. DON'T YOU PEOPLE KNOW DON'T SAY THIS STUFF IN FRONT OF HER!!!! She is counting down the days! How did I get so lucky to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to raise one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; Drama Queen. Her prince better be prepared for her when he comes on his White horse! I think her daddy is making him an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;instruction&lt;/span&gt; book. This is one lucky prince I don't know of anyone else who is getting an instruction book, Do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9159182735224323272-4477369994339705381?l=wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/feeds/4477369994339705381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9159182735224323272&amp;postID=4477369994339705381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/4477369994339705381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9159182735224323272/posts/default/4477369994339705381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wildridewiththehankins.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-morning-i-know-it-has-been-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Wild Ride With The Hankins</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13994957093978296340</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/TGMBPJeUeiI/AAAAAAAAAKE/q1wrC9pDJv4/S220/family+arkansas.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SNzuI7Az-kI/AAAAAAAAABM/Jt7YOc6VabY/s72-c/NateBirth-5+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9159182735224323272.post-6986266275792302391</id><published>2008-09-20T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T14:42:48.188-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='These are my babies'/><title type='text'>These are my Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SNWPaNl7vWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SUdxgo_ND8g/s1600-h/2332749339_34fdca50fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248258621258317154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kuf53xueljc/SNWPaNl7vWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/SUdxgo_ND8g/s320/2332749339_34fdca50fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Emily, Hannah,and Clay. They are such a blessing to me and Dusty (my husband) the greatest man ALIVE!! Yes I do get dramatic at times, You have to be, living in this house. We have drama and attitudes, you name it we have it. We have preteens here, strong willed, cry babies sometimes, Dusty is trying to grow out of that. No just kidding. My life is great I love it. 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