<?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-32378954</id><updated>2011-11-25T19:30:11.317-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Thrift store treasures'/><category term='church'/><category term='Family Fun'/><category term='favorite books'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='Diet and  Health'/><category term='Books from our shelf'/><category term='organizing'/><category term='musings'/><category term='childhood apraxia'/><category term='favorite recipes'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='lessons in democracy'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Family Celebrations'/><title type='text'>mykidsmom</title><subtitle type='html'>One who Nurtures, Comforts, and Protects</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>299</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1275959177025033084</id><published>2011-08-30T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:38:39.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's time for a chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The last 10 days have passed in a blur.  Getting ready for Family camp, going to camp (which was so incredibly awesome!), participating in a 2-day 25+ family (church) parking lot sale...whew!  And then there is the recovery period..yes, we're still working on that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, finally, there is a little bit of time to do some catching up on what has been going on with our family over the past year or so. Just a little explanation of my self-imposed absence from blogging. Because I just can't seem to start from this day forward without mentioning so many things that have affected our lives now. So please bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago we were pondering a big change for our family. We were trying to decide whether we should move to a neighboring state. Not a long distance from here mind you. But it would mean leaving our church (which my husband has attended for 25+ years), moving farther away from grandparents, and rarely seeing close friends. My husband's drive to work would double (living in one state, working in another). On the other hand, we would be going to my brother-in-law's church and hoping to be a great encouragement and help to him. I could help with their christian school (which I would love to do), and see my nephews and nieces more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we sought counsel, prayed about it, and it seemed like the right thing to do. We told our family, friends, and church family about our decision. We very quickly made an offer on a house, which appeared as if it was going to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the next month a lot of things started to happen. A few doors opened..where we already were.  And we really felt conflicted on what we were supposed to do. Sometimes knowing God's will for your family is not a simple thing, you know? The house fell through (though we were later called about an additional offer), and we really just felt the need to reassess things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this time I also had a long-time friend whose world was being turned upside down. Have you ever felt that you're literally &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wearing yourself out&lt;/span&gt; trying to help someone? And at some point it gets hard to make the right decisions? I love this friend, and really did all I could to help her. And eventually things worked out. But I sure wouldn't want to go through that again! There really are times when you need to say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;.  Thankfully, things have turned out well for them, and God has moved some mountains in their lives. And I think He let us have a hand in doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for now we are still here. But oh the changes that have come. While we continue to homeschool, we are also taking additional classes at a local charter school. It's unique in that the parents are heavily involved and required to accompany their kids, and in charge of all classes (reading, writing, arithmetic) not taken at the charter school. I consider it the best of both worlds. We were on the waiting list for this school for about a year, and it offers some especially valuable resources for the Princess and her learning issues with Apraxia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all of this really turned our life (and school) a little crazy. Not to mention some additional circumstances that have happened along the way as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother (32) was diagnosed with Leukemia, and suffering quite a lot. I was struggling with some female health problems that were driving me to distraction (and exhaustion!). A good friend died by choice before his time, and I have to admit many of us took it very hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I now am doing a pretty good job of juggling everything. We definitely are adjusting our extracurricular classes this year; it is so good to be home for school more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we still made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;move. Just 15 minutes away. Renting a house for $200 below the average price in a neighborhood we absolutely love! God opened doors, no doubt about it. Even when I'm confused, I can so clearly see Him working in so many ways. Maybe it was a test of faith? And maybe a year from now I'll make an announcement about another move.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think that there are definitely more great things to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that about wraps it up. We started school today, so I will be posting our plan and schedule for the year soon. While I still plan to keep this a family-life blog, I also will be adding more of our school activities, projects, and such from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, good-night to all.~&lt;br /&gt;&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/32378954-1275959177025033084?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1275959177025033084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1275959177025033084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1275959177025033084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1275959177025033084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2011/08/its-time-for-chat.html' title='It&apos;s time for a chat'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5778333451770254007</id><published>2011-08-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T03:43:53.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pardon my dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just in case anyone should happen to stop by... my blog is indeed going through a remodel.  Blogger seems to have changed a few things during my self-imposed absence. I am hoping (fingers crossed) to be returning to blogging very soon. I am looking forward to reconnecting with my blogging friends, and catching up on what's going on in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; corner of life. Which means more than those &lt;span&gt;itty-bitty&lt;/span&gt; Facebook updates...lol.   See you soon!&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/32378954-5778333451770254007?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5778333451770254007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5778333451770254007' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5778333451770254007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5778333451770254007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2011/08/pardon-my-dust.html' title='Please pardon my dust'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-641332501785324578</id><published>2010-05-24T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T02:41:52.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are a few of my favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't ask me why I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was just one of those spur-of-the-moment decisions. Which I personally don't happen to make very often. Kind of like when I decided to get my long hair of 6 years cut one Sunday afternoon when my husband took all the kids with him on the bus route. Very little thought went into that (the hair-cutting that is) and I'm relatively happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've hit a (imaginary) brick wall with my regular blog. My oldest child is turning 13 in a few months; my youngest will be 8 in a few weeks. So in some ways I've entered a new phase in my life. I'm trying to decide which direction to take things, and trying not to force myself to blog in any particular way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know this will be met with cries (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like anyone is actually going to react with that kind of passion to this post) &lt;/span&gt;of "post anything and everything you like."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in my mind, I need a blog that I can just post a few short words, or just a picture if need be. Maybe a place where Mom's brain can go on vacation (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;euphemism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; around here for when my brain shuts off at night involuntarily; sometimes before it's supposed to&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that there are just 2 more weeks of school left, and then my schedule will drastically change. And I will most likely reappear here with more stimulating posts (oh the pressure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the meantime, when I really have nothing to say, I can say it &lt;a href="http://mykidsmom-myfavoritethings.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&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/32378954-641332501785324578?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/641332501785324578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=641332501785324578' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/641332501785324578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/641332501785324578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2010/05/these-are-few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='These are a few of my favorite things'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5279347752882870123</id><published>2010-03-21T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:49:17.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about</title><content type='html'>"Freedom is never more than one generation away from extinction. We didn't pass it to our children in the bloodstream. It must be fought for, protected, and handed on for them to do the same, or one day we will spend our sunset years telling our children and our children's children what it was once like in the United States where men were free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Ronald Reagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5279347752882870123?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5279347752882870123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5279347752882870123' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5279347752882870123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5279347752882870123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2010/03/something-to-think-about.html' title='Something to think about'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5099166405015560428</id><published>2010-01-13T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:04:11.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the time has come for a new post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There is a time and season for everything, and I have to admit I'm wondering if the time for my blog has run its course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I've grown tired of it. It has just simply faded into the background of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I find myself  staying up with it mostly because I don't want to lose my connection to some friends who I have met through this venue, and who I have become very fond of. The people I have connected with through blogging know me better (through my blog) than some of the people I come into regular contact with in "real" life. Maybe because you can't always specifically choose each person you come into contact with through school, church, family, ect?  But you connect with another blogger because of many things you have in common. Or because they're uplifting, or make you laugh. Or maybe because you see a kindred spirit in them that makes you just keep coming back. To put it in simple terms:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; you just click&lt;/span&gt;. Which may not be a very good way of explaining it, but it's the best that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, I have to also say that life as I know it right now is at a busy, but  pleasant place for me. Homeschooling my three children is more challenging than it has ever been. I wouldn't say I'm a school teacher at heart, but I consider it a good investment. And the right thing for my family at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest will be progressing to Junior High (7th grade) in the Fall, but is on course to be in 7th grade curriculum this Spring. Teaching him is not beyond my abilities, but definitely is starting to stretch them at times. Fortunately, he loves to learn, and I have to admit that I enjoy spending the time with him, and refreshing my memory of so many areas of learning alongside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess is making strides in the area of reading, which is more than a baby step for her. I wouldn't call it a light-bulb moment exactly, but some things are starting to click. This homeschooling mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; needed that to happen. It's a blessing, and an encouragement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist is preparing for his State writing test. Which means extra work on top of regular lessons. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all of that adds up to a somewhat mentally exhausted individual (which would be me) when bed-time rolls around. Which used to be blogging time. It's a good tired, but not one that is dependable as far as producing an intelligible post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life has an ebb and flow, and sometimes it's different than you expect it will be. I can already foresee some definite changes on the way this year, and it's hard at this point to tell how they will affect life in general. So for now I plan to post somewhat erratically. There are so many wonderful memories recorded here; I'm not quite willing to close it up and make it only a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I think this would be a good time to express my appreciation to my blogging friends who have stuck with me through the last few years. I have so enjoyed getting to know you, watching your children grow, and hearing your thoughts and feelings on so many  issues, and life in general. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've prayed for your family and friends as you've shared burdens, and rejoiced with you during the good times in life. Although we tend to differentiate between "real" and "blogging" friends at times in our writing, I consider so many of you as simply &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear friends&lt;/span&gt;. And I thank you for that.&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/32378954-5099166405015560428?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5099166405015560428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5099166405015560428' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5099166405015560428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5099166405015560428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2010/01/because-time-has-come-for-new-post.html' title='Because the time has come for a new post'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-8676371191356946988</id><published>2009-12-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:46:58.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Fifth day of Christmas</title><content type='html'>The great day has arrived...Christmas break officially starts at the end of today's school day!!!  Mere words cannot convey how happy I am about this, lol.  I plan to thoroughly enjoy the time, though it will undoubtedly fly by. My husband has accumulated some bonus days off from working on a special project at work, so we'll be getting to see quite a bit more of him than usual...can't wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON to the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 12 days of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. We've been adding a new tradition each year as our kids grow older. Some small, some not so much. So this year we decided to do the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 days of Christmas activities.&lt;/span&gt; If only I could have looked into my crystal ball and foreseen that I would have a marathon migraine (going on day #4) during this same time...wouldn't that have been nice? But, honestly, it's been somewhat of a distraction. And the kids have had such a good time looking forward to each evening's activity. That's what it's all about, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what we've done so far:&lt;br /&gt;Day 1)  Game night of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas Trivia&lt;/span&gt;- SO much fun! I couldn't believe how much my boys knew about Christmas traditions in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;Day 2) A very awesome Christmas puzzle- Even the 12-year-old I babysit was enticed away from his portable game system (which I can never remember the name of, but I do know that it costs a small fortune, lol).&lt;br /&gt;Day 3) Decorating/painting ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sys71K_NRvI/AAAAAAAABaE/PwgEcj9x2WE/s1600-h/12+days+of+christmas+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sys71K_NRvI/AAAAAAAABaE/PwgEcj9x2WE/s320/12+days+of+christmas+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416488761511724786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 5) Decorated sugar cookies.  Wild-looking bunch, don't you think? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sys7qAzScJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/zPh-n3Y_rrw/s1600-h/12+days+of+christmas+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sys7qAzScJI/AAAAAAAABZ8/zPh-n3Y_rrw/s320/12+days+of+christmas+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416488569798815890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 4) Read/Listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Christmas Shoes.&lt;/span&gt; Write Christmas letters to grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;5) Watch&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's a wonderful Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of these activities we would normally do during the Christmas season anyway. But it's definitely added a little extra excitement for them to be able to look at the list and know it's a sure thing each day. And knowing that they were looking forward to it helped me to push through my aching head. Its made for some wonderful evenings, accompanied by hot chocolate, sparkling cider, and a little Nat King Cole and Rosemary Clooney playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, good memories~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-8676371191356946988?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/8676371191356946988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=8676371191356946988' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8676371191356946988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8676371191356946988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-fifth-day-of-christmas.html' title='On the Fifth day of Christmas'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sys71K_NRvI/AAAAAAAABaE/PwgEcj9x2WE/s72-c/12+days+of+christmas+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1031962481193283313</id><published>2009-12-08T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T09:05:42.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Can it possibly be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only 17 more days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;until Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; I'm not even going to give excuses for not doing a Thanksgiving post. Suffice to say I did my fair share of being thankful and had a wonderful time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pictures except for this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SxtXd2hpH1I/AAAAAAAABZc/oDhdXaO2EhM/s1600-h/november+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SxtXd2hpH1I/AAAAAAAABZc/oDhdXaO2EhM/s320/november+2009+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412015547580227410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;due to the fact that lately anytime we go to an activity/gathering I forget to take pictures.  But taking pictures of food I remember...wonder why that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday Hubby and I once again went to the &lt;a href="http://www.singingchristmastree.org/"&gt;Singing Christmas Tree&lt;/a&gt; with a group from our church. This is my favorite activity of the year. We had a wonderful time and, once again, I forgot to take along the camera... at least I'm consistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening we went to a progressive dinner with our adopted adult Sunday school class.  I should clarify that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt; are the adopted ones, due to the fact that we are both teaching 2nd grade kids during the time period that the adults meet. It was SO much fun. I have to admit it's nice to hang around with people your own age from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 9 more school days left until Christmas break...and so much work to do.  After the break we'll be doing our state testing, which I actually look forward to... in a way. The Professor will be taking the writing test this year in addition to math and science. So he will be doing a few practice runs between now and then, including a 600 word research paper he's working on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT wait until this coming weekend when I will be able to indulge my intense desire to finally do some holiday baking! In plain language: I'll be baking up a storm. Our church is having it's annual Taste of Christmas, and so I'll have the perfect excuse for indulging in some holiday baking. I'm looking forward to trying a few new recipes, as well as some traditional ones. Our aprons are ready and waiting...and since I ALWAYS remember to take pictures of food, you can come here to drool :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to say (due to the fact that I have been posting so little) but the school books are beckoning. So maybe I'll manage to pull off posting two days in a row; we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1031962481193283313?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1031962481193283313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1031962481193283313' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1031962481193283313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1031962481193283313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas...'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SxtXd2hpH1I/AAAAAAAABZc/oDhdXaO2EhM/s72-c/november+2009+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5443195204661392687</id><published>2009-12-05T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:36:47.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm finally getting with the program</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It only took me two years of blogging to get a background. I wouldn't want to rush into anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't be too much of a sensory overload. Honestly, some backgrounds make my eyes cross with all their effects. I suppose a tendency toward migraines doesn't help. So I'm trying this on a strictly trial basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't resist the red and green. Good night to all~&lt;br /&gt;&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/32378954-5443195204661392687?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5443195204661392687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5443195204661392687' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5443195204661392687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5443195204661392687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-finally-getting-with-program.html' title='I&apos;m finally getting with the program'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7555037899620232066</id><published>2009-11-19T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:25:55.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you like a deal...</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know I just did a post a few hours ago. But every time I come across this deal, I kick myself for not sharing it. So if you've never tried&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.restaurant.com/index.asp?pgn=home"&gt;Restaurant.com&lt;/a&gt;, now might a good time. If you enter the code GIVE you can get a $25 gift certificate for $3...not too shabby. My family of 5 (with one child now considered an adult menu-wise) would usually cost about $35 to eat&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; tip.  With this certificate the cost is $3 plus $10 (required purchase of $35 with the $25 certificate) plus tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside is that sometimes it's hard to find a local restaurant that goes along with the plan. So we usually take advantage of it during family trips or when we're heading up to the big city (that would be Portland:). But it might be worth checking into regardless. They also take Paypal if you're like me and don't like to give out credit info on the web. This savings code is good through 11/22/2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's about it. Have a good weekend:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7555037899620232066?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7555037899620232066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7555037899620232066' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7555037899620232066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7555037899620232066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-in-case-you-like-deal.html' title='Just in case you like a deal...'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3758820917879709373</id><published>2009-11-19T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:51:06.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When hard work pays off</title><content type='html'>We have been working industriously this week to get enough of our school lessons done to have the whole week off for the week of Thanksgiving. I admit I am so looking forward to the break! I've been itching to get to some baking, and am definitely looking forward to spending time with extended family. I love the Thanksgiving holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since school is mostly what we've done this week (with a few fun activities thrown in to keep us all sane) I thought I'd share a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit to a fondness for charts, so I try to insert them into our curriculum whenever I can. Here's a few from this week's lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXlzq5uZkI/AAAAAAAABY0/MkOdrMw3rV4/s1600/november+2009+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXlzq5uZkI/AAAAAAAABY0/MkOdrMw3rV4/s320/november+2009+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405979603580642882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working on a puzzle of U.S. Presidents to go along with the Artist's History studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXnlZsKKtI/AAAAAAAABY8/_HwKrb76h3Q/s1600/november+2009+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXnlZsKKtI/AAAAAAAABY8/_HwKrb76h3Q/s320/november+2009+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405981557465426642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my Princess with her word wall and her latest favorite book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the Elephant Walks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXqc2K0MVI/AAAAAAAABZM/5m5Jc1seq3g/s1600/november+2009+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXqc2K0MVI/AAAAAAAABZM/5m5Jc1seq3g/s320/november+2009+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405984709026263378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Professor working on a writing project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwSBnkDe9jI/AAAAAAAABYU/-_TpLEHbSkw/s1600/november+2009+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwSBnkDe9jI/AAAAAAAABYU/-_TpLEHbSkw/s320/november+2009+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405587969444607538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried our hand at making corn husk dolls. The Princess seems to think they're some sort of novelty, and is having quite a bit of fun with them. And I'm wondering why I should give her store-bought toys for Christmas if she can be happy with something this simple? Kind of makes one think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwOIT-4u53I/AAAAAAAABYE/zmyqdcW-r28/s1600/november+2009+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwOIT-4u53I/AAAAAAAABYE/zmyqdcW-r28/s320/november+2009+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405313854654572402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys love to do science experiments. Here we were testing the effect different enzymes would have on a variety of foods. The gelatin we used was different than any I had used before, and had the distinct smell of a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very&lt;/span&gt; dead animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwJGuOTS4aI/AAAAAAAABX8/N9xzUWWNljw/s1600/november+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwJGuOTS4aI/AAAAAAAABX8/N9xzUWWNljw/s320/november+2009+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404960262724968866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stained glass art-work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwJGbyYdluI/AAAAAAAABX0/JMHAztsp3Aw/s1600/November+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwJGbyYdluI/AAAAAAAABX0/JMHAztsp3Aw/s320/November+2009+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404959945992804066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weeks reading material: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Moral Compass&lt;/span&gt;. The Professor picked this book out for one of his writing projects. After looking it over, I thought we could all benefit from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwOIlNd_67I/AAAAAAAABYM/8w-iQIOfk5o/s1600/november+2009+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwOIlNd_67I/AAAAAAAABYM/8w-iQIOfk5o/s320/november+2009+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405314150626749362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, some fall-themed treats that were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ost&lt;/span&gt; too pretty to eat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXtFhr_aVI/AAAAAAAABZU/HFtlhsOT1jw/s1600/november+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXtFhr_aVI/AAAAAAAABZU/HFtlhsOT1jw/s320/november+2009+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405987606926158162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3758820917879709373?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3758820917879709373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3758820917879709373' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3758820917879709373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3758820917879709373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-hard-work-pays-off.html' title='When hard work pays off'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SwXlzq5uZkI/AAAAAAAABY0/MkOdrMw3rV4/s72-c/november+2009+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2003901105329862291</id><published>2009-11-15T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T13:12:03.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anchor Holds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though the angry surges roll, on my tempest driven soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am peaceful, for I know, wildly though the winds may blow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've an anchor safe and sure, that can evermore endure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And it holds my anchor holds; blow your wildest then, oh gale, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on my bark so small and frail: by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; grace I shall not fail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For my anchor holds, my anchor holds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;I can feel the anchor fast as I meet each sudden blast,&lt;br /&gt;and the cable, though unseen, bears the heavy strain between;&lt;br /&gt;Still I stand the tempest's shock, for my anchor grips the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rock&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Troubles almost 'whelm the soul; grief like billows o'er me roll;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tempters seek to lure astray, storms obscure the light of day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Christ&lt;/span&gt; I can be bold, I've an anchor that shall hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thanking God today that we don't have to bear the storms of life on our own! This song has been going through my mind the last few days. It's an old favorite, that has really never grown old.&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/32378954-2003901105329862291?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2003901105329862291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2003901105329862291' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2003901105329862291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2003901105329862291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-anchor-holds.html' title='My Anchor Holds'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5683603424585447355</id><published>2009-11-11T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:26:33.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Gratitude to our Veterans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SvscK6VQhAI/AAAAAAAABXE/EtYqOjtz33A/s1600-h/VeteransDay71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SvscK6VQhAI/AAAAAAAABXE/EtYqOjtz33A/s320/VeteransDay71.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402943151743730690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In just a short while, we'll be leaving to attend a Veteran's Day service held at our church. The Professor will be playing in the band ("V is for Victory")  and he's excited about getting to perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the time I was a child I've been fascinated and a little awed by those in military uniform. Of course, who doesn't look better in a uniform? It definitely adds that little something to even the plainest person. But I was also taught to respect what that uniform stood for. And the sacrifice (in war time or peace) that it entailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather fought in World War II (Army),  my father (between wars) was also in the Army.  My husband was a Navy man, his two brothers Air Force. And I presently have a nephew serving in the Marines. I'm not bragging, just proud of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite period of History (and I have a great love of the subject) is the World War II era. The men and women of this time have been called "The Greatest Generation", and aptly so. They stopped Hitler in his tracks, but at such a high cost of sacrifice. As so many of them are passing on, I can only hope that we will never let our children, as well as future generations, forget how so many of them paid the ultimate sacrifice, their very lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to express my gratitude on this day to all who have served our country, both living and dead.  Because of you we enjoy the freedom that we so often take for granted.  May it never be said that your sacrifice was in vain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5683603424585447355?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5683603424585447355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5683603424585447355' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5683603424585447355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5683603424585447355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-gratitude-to-our-veterans.html' title='In Gratitude to our Veterans'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SvscK6VQhAI/AAAAAAAABXE/EtYqOjtz33A/s72-c/VeteransDay71.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2606698052605428573</id><published>2009-11-04T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T16:32:12.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The people have spoken... yet again</title><content type='html'>I steer clear of posting about most things political, or at least I think I do. Sometimes it's better that way. But I just couldn't resist this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, there's nothing that gets my ire up (or at least very few things) like big-wig politicians who think they know better than the people who put them into office in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right buddy (or ms. so-and-so),  without me you wouldn't have that nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cush&lt;/span&gt; job.  And far  too many of you have lost sight of that fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't get too comfortable in that plush office with all the accompanying perks. Because if you don't listen to the people, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're so out of there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you might want to re-think that "not representative of the people" statement given to the drive-by media... because unemployment can be a hard, cold fact. And the people have their eye on you. We're not so easily fooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's one of the things that makes our country great: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Government of the people, by the people, for the people&lt;/span&gt;. It's up to us to make sure that doesn't change. As much as it is within our power to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER: Honestly, I don't hate these people. They just really bug me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Check out &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/11/04/wilson-proposes-forcing-congress-government-health-insurance-plan/"&gt;this proposed amendment &lt;/a&gt;by Joe Wilson. Regardless of how you feel about the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;health care&lt;/span&gt; issue, I think many people would support this amendment 100%. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's good for the goose is good for the gander.&lt;/span&gt; That's my nugget of wisdom for the day ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2606698052605428573?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2606698052605428573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2606698052605428573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2606698052605428573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2606698052605428573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/11/people-have-spoken-yet-again.html' title='The people have spoken... yet again'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5034060450172137290</id><published>2009-11-02T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T08:31:43.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back home...and recovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whew, what a trip I had!  I meant to post about my whirlwind tour before now, but getting back into the swing of school and home things slightly delayed those plans. Not to mention being sorely sleep-deprived and slightly under-the-weather. But I'm back now to tell my tale, so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; simply wonderful&lt;/span&gt; time!  I don't think I could have squeezed one more thing into my trip. I missed my husband and kids so much, but had little time to dwell on it, which was just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention my plane ride, because it was one of the things that I truly dreaded. I rarely fly, the last time being 8 years ago. Honestly, I remember flying as being much smoother. We seemed to run into turbulence at every turn, including one time where they skipped beverage service all together because of it. I was so glad I was flying with a friend (at least part of the way) and could visit as a slight distraction. My last prior plane ride my hubby slipped me some Dramamine and I slept through the whole flight. But that's kinda hard to do when you're in the middle seat. I know, because I tried, and I think my seatmates thought I had a little too much to drink (which I had had none) with all the weaving and bobbing to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ladies&lt;/span&gt; conference was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt; in and of itself. Bumping into so many old friends and college roommates (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; synonymous:) truly warmed my heart. It was odd that among so many people (several thousand) I would park next to one, sit next to one, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;.  All unplanned. The speakers were awesome, and I hope to post more about that soon. I had one moment where I truly felt like God singled me out about something I've been particularly struggling with the past year or so, and gave me a clear-cut answer.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing!&lt;/span&gt; The trip would have been worth it just for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my girlfriend half-way through the plane trip where our flights connected. It was a little crazy, because her flight was cancelled. In fact, all flights going out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ketchikan&lt;/span&gt; (AK) were cancelled for the day due to weather. We had to change our tickets/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;itinerary&lt;/span&gt; twice. Thank goodness we had planned our trip with a days leeway between traveling and the conference. We visited for several days (amid the conference) and then parted ways while I went to visit my family. We managed to drive from Chicago &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;O'hare&lt;/span&gt; airport in rush hour traffic (nerve-racking to say the least) and had a few other adventures along the way. I truly appreciate her last-minute, hare-brained idea to go on this trip, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. It was quite an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the conference, I picked up a rental car (or rather they picked me up; thank you enterprise) and headed to northern Indiana to visit my family. I had asked for a nice, safe little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kia&lt;/span&gt; to drive as that's what my girlfriend had rented for the first part of our trip. I ended up with a 2010 Mazda 626 that was both a stick and an automatic (which I still don't understand). I admit I had to call my hubby after driving only a few miles because I couldn't figure a few things out. The dashboard looked like a airplane cockpit, very strange. I eventually got used to it, which probably isn't a good thing. I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;foresee&lt;/span&gt; driving another one in the near future, but it was fun while it lasted :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so good &lt;/span&gt;to see my parents and siblings again! It definitely didn't hurt that I was treated like a celebrity; funny, I don't remember it being that way at all growing up ;)  We spent long nights talking, watching old home movies, and trying to squeeze a ton of things into a few days time. I met my nephew and niece, and had so much fun being an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on-site&lt;/span&gt; aunt (versus the long-distance kind). It was a relief to see my sister who has been struggling with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;crohns&lt;/span&gt; the last few years doing slightly better. Overall, it was just good to be back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to mention the Fall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;landscape&lt;/span&gt; in that part of the country. Every year I get homesick for the Midwest around this time of the year. As I looked out the window of my parent's home and saw the leaves gently wafting to the ground (very similar to a light snowfall) I was simply amazed. My parents home is on one of those streets of old, but well-taken care of homes so common in small, Midwest towns. Down both sides of the street the sidewalks were lined with trees with leaves of the richest hues of red, orange, and yellow. The ground was covered with an endless supply of them as well, and to rake them up would simply spoil the picture. In print it doesn't translate nearly as well, but suffice to say it was the prettiest Autumn picture imaginable. I left my digital camera in Oregon (whoa is me!) but my dad promised to take some pics and send them to me. I'm now going through withdrawals with the dinghy yellows and browns of Oregon...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived back home to a surprise birthday party provided by hubby and the kids. They did an impressive job of decorating I must say. It was no surprise to me that the Princess had made me Pink (versus an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; green or blue) Jello for a birthday treat in lieu of cake, as she had mentioned she was going to in every single phone call while I was gone, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. After about an hour of festivities I begged off because the 3 hours difference and six hours in the air had caught up with me. I promptly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;climbed into bed&lt;/span&gt; at 3 in the afternoon and took an 8 hour nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change in weather, and an average of 4 hours of sleep a night finally caught up with me, and I've been a little under the weather for the past week. But I'm feeling strong now (those tons of vitamins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really do&lt;/span&gt; make a difference) and I'm SO glad I managed to avoid the flu. My husband did a great job of homeschooling with the kids, though not as well as myself of course (allow me just a bit of pride here). But we're back in the flow and looking forward to Thanksgiving break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to add just one more thing due to the fact that it shows the difference that age can make. While my middle child told me every 5 minutes how glad he was that I was home, and the youngest stuck to me like glue, my eldest was much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;nonchalance&lt;/span&gt;. He was happy to see me of course, but commented quite a few times on what a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wonderful time &lt;/span&gt;he had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while I was gone&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I asked him if perhaps he would like me to stay longer next time? With an embarrassed grin he answered in the negative. I love it that he enjoyed being with Dad so much, and is feeling more independent. But I'm also glad that I have one (if not two) kids who still want mom rather close by. Feeling needed is a rather nice thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say just one more thing..? So I did. But I'm also going to mention that I have a special giveaway coming up soon that would make a very nice Christmas gift for someone special on your list. My sister has turned into quite an accomplished artist and I'm planning to start an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Etsy&lt;/span&gt; shop to display and sell her wares. Which means a giveaway to help get the word out. How does a customized portrait sound? Stay tuned :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lots of posts from my favorite blogs to catch up on. I know you've missed my witty comments..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I've missed hearing about all your activities, so I'm going to squeeze in some extra time for catching up today as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday~&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/32378954-5034060450172137290?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5034060450172137290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5034060450172137290' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5034060450172137290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5034060450172137290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-homeand-recovered.html' title='Back home...and recovered'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-4012940741377164873</id><published>2009-10-16T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:13:27.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm packing my bags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's official&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;I'm going on a vacation without my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Doesn't that sound simply awful? Not to mention very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;out-of-character &lt;/span&gt;for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my girlfriend who lives in Alaska called me 10 days ago and asked me if I wanted to go to a Ladie's Conference held in the state of Indiana in just a few short weeks, my first thought was "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Are you crazy&lt;/span&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of that, my plane ticket is bought (by aforementioned girlfriend) and I am indeed packing my bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone for 8 days. Which includes several days of travel, three days at the conference, and 3 days visiting my family who live just a few hours away from where the conference is held. I'll be seeing my parents, several siblings, and a nephew and niece who I'll be meeting for the first time. Which latter reason is why I simply had to take advantage of my friend's generous offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just how is  hubby and the kids going to survive without me?&lt;/span&gt; My husband has 2 weeks of vacation his boss has been encouraging him to take. So he'll be staying home with the kids. We've been working extremely hard to get ahead in our homeschool lessons so that we don't have to make up the time when I get back. Which will also allow them to do some visiting of relatives (translation: going to grandma and grandpa's and being spoiled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rotten&lt;/span&gt;) as well as spend some extra time with dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all the bases being covered, I have to admit that I feel a great deal of trepidation. Yes, I'm very excited about spending time with my friend, going to the conference, and of course seeing my family in that part of the country. It's going to be a bit of an adventure for this hopeless homebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hate &lt;/span&gt;the idea of being away from my kids for that long:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the fact that I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really, really&lt;/span&gt; dislike flying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting a bug (as in a virus) for the past week, but I seem to be getting better. Just in time for my partial root canal this coming Saturday... am I crazy for doing that right before a trip? I'm afraid it was scheduled last month, and really can't be put off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing: thank you for your prayers on behalf of the Princess. We've been able to rule out crones (which is in my family) and a variety of other things. But she's still having a rough time of it. Our next step is to see a specialist, and hopefully we'll get some answers through that route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all my blogging friends a wonderful Autumn weekend~&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/32378954-4012940741377164873?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/4012940741377164873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=4012940741377164873' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4012940741377164873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4012940741377164873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-packing-my-bags.html' title='I&apos;m packing my bags'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-8612583709705100970</id><published>2009-10-01T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T14:34:20.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An update of sorts</title><content type='html'>I haven't been posting much here due to the fact that school is back in session.  It's not that I don't have a spare minute to post &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt;, but rather that my brain is so deep into school subjects that I'm afraid anything I post would be downright boring to my non-homeschooling blog friends! But just so I don't look like I've deserted the ship, I've come up with an update of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our transition back into lessons has gone rather well.  While my boys would just as soon writing/language arts was thrown off the lesson menu, they were quite ready to go back to everything else. They're taking a few classes at a local Christian school as well (Band, P.E., basketball). I can definitely tell the Professor is approaching Junior high; his lessons are getting much more difficult. I'm having to brush up on some things I'm not even sure they taught back when I was in school. Or maybe it's just been such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;looong&lt;/span&gt; time? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Monday my husband took the day off to go on a field trip with the boys to the &lt;a href="http://www.jacksonbottom.org/Field%20Programs.htm"&gt;Jackson Bottom nature preserve.&lt;/a&gt;  They spent 4 hours trekking through the wetlands and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Riparian&lt;/span&gt; forests with a Naturalist, taking samples and spying out the various animals and such. They had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess is still struggling with stomach aches. I don't think I've mentioned it before, but she has been having this problem for about 6 months now. We've been to the Doctor several times, and tried several medicines, on top of some natural things I've tried as well. They actually seem to be getting worse. So it looks like we'll be making a trip to the Doctor again for some testing. He wanted to put her on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Prevacid&lt;/span&gt;, but there isn't a generic for it, and it has a rather steep price. It's definitely having an effect on her, and it makes me sad to see her not being her usual bouncing-of-the-wall self. Hopefully we'll be able to figure it out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the month of October.  We have 2 birthdays this month (in our family) to look forward to, on top of the pumpkin farm visits, and harvest parties. I love the changing colors outside, and the cooler weather. This is the only season I could almost wish to be year-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's pretty much what's going on around here. I may be taking a trip in the near future... but I'm going to wait to see if it works out before I mention it here. I have to admit right now I'm not anxious to go anywhere this early into the school year, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all a happy 1st of October~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-8612583709705100970?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/8612583709705100970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=8612583709705100970' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8612583709705100970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8612583709705100970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-of-sorts.html' title='An update of sorts'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6199250927409725076</id><published>2009-09-14T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:24:38.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm not even going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;bother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; to make excuses about the amount of time that has passed since my last post. As the saying goes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;time marches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and regardless of what attempts I make to slow it down, it persists in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few short months ago I was anticipating our Summer school break, impatient to get my modest garden planted, and dreaming of getting a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;non&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-school related projects accomplished. While I did many of these things, it all seems to have passed in a bit of a blur, one day seemlessly blending into the next. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; love the Fall/Autumn season. The temperatures cooling (hopefully soon) the yellows, orange, and browns. Pumpkins everywhere...at least at my house:)  I think it's becoming an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course it's time to go back to school. But that's another post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest hindrance to posting the last few weeks has been a feeling of being...unsettled. I'm not sure I can translate what I mean by that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;While I am under no allusions as to my having anything other than a regular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;run-of-the-mill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; "mommy" blog, there are so many other things going on... truly unsettling things. Things that I start to blog about, but then have second thoughts. Being that they're not mommy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;bloggish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; material;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life and family has been blessed in so many ways, especially in the last few weeks. Within my little world, everything is happy and serene. And sometimes it's easy to think that this is the only thing that truly matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet there's a part of me that insists on pulling my head out of the sand, and looking at all the things going on in the world around me, and wondering what it will be like when my children are grown...and wondering if I'm doing enough in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know how to end these sort of posts, so I'm simply going to end with the promise of a "catching up" post very soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6199250927409725076?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6199250927409725076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6199250927409725076' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6199250927409725076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6199250927409725076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2918308650589026028</id><published>2009-08-21T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T10:20:56.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up on old News</title><content type='html'>The days have been passing so quickly that I haven't kept up with some things here on the ol' blog. So this post is basicly to share what has been going on around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/So6-KXE7ajI/AAAAAAAABWs/OQ9zZBx45z0/s1600-h/ebay+toys+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/So6-KXE7ajI/AAAAAAAABWs/OQ9zZBx45z0/s320/ebay+toys+096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372440490702236210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I now have 2 children in double digits.&lt;/span&gt; The Artist turned 10-years-old on the 13th of August. Yes, he was my friday-the-13th baby.  Which was pretty cool because that meant they had an Alfred Hitchcock marathon on the movie channel while I was in labor ;)  Hey, I wasn't gonna turn away&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; any&lt;/span&gt; distraction at that point!  Since he was the 13th grandchild, and also born on the 13th, his grandpa gave him the nickname &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lucky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/So7ABKELBoI/AAAAAAAABW0/W64sGGKmJn8/s1600-h/ebay+toys+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/So7ABKELBoI/AAAAAAAABW0/W64sGGKmJn8/s320/ebay+toys+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372442531613836930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is with the Lego set we gave him. I bought this about 6 months again on&lt;a href="http://www.spoofee.com/"&gt; spoofee.com &lt;/a&gt; for $19.95....  The msrp was $100...I LOVE those kind of deals!  This kid can build anything with legos. He doesn't use the directions much, as his creations are much more impressive than the ones that come with the box (said by a slightly prejudiced mother:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My girlfriend from Alaska will be coming into town for a visit sometime soon&lt;/span&gt;. A few weeks ago she called me to give me an update on some testing her daughter recently had done. It turns out that they are tentatively diagnosing her as having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cystic fibrosis&lt;/span&gt;. Needless to say, we've spent a good bit of time on the phone as she's quite concerned about what this means for her daughter's future. More testing is being done, but either way she will definitely be coming to Portland within the next month for treatment, and most likely surgery as well. So the plan is to buy an open plane ticket and stay with me for... we're not sure how long. She lives on an island in Alaska, and they have very limited medical facilities there.  Since it will most likely coincide with the start of ( home) school, things are going to get very hectic around here at that time. I'm happy that I can be there for her, as she's like a sister to me. But I have to admit I'm just a tad bit worried about being able to juggle it all. I hope that doesn't sound selfish to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And speaking of school...&lt;/span&gt; Beware if you're considering homeschooling your children. Your mind never truly get's a Summer break! I've been weighing so many options over the Summer in this area. My kids are getting older, and one has special needs. What's the best way to go? I honestly don't know, and it's not for lack of thinking. I'm worried about the legislation being drawn up even now to limit our rights in this area, and equally as worried of the sheep-in-wolves clothing approach some of the charter/virtual schools can take. And through it all I want my children to also be happy.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the clock is ticking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting ready for a garage sale is such fun&lt;/span&gt;... I'm joking of course. Because the novelty has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; worn off. But I do like the extra money it brings. If only I wasn't such a sentamentalist (which sounds much better than a pack-rat) and could give up more things. Seriously, no more Autumn or Christmas decor is entering this house! My walk-in storage closet is wayyyy too full... but that's beside the point. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; ready to get rid of all this stuff that I had ready 4 weeks ago (for the aforementioned, last-minute cancelled garage sale). The Princess is so excited because she is going to sell Lemonade and cookies, and has her profit margin all figured out, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And speaking of the Princess...&lt;/span&gt; She loves the colors pink and purple and, of course, anything Princess. But she also has two brothers... and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything they can do, she can do better.&lt;/span&gt;  So she has taken to climbing trees, and had a near miss of a bad fall the other day. Fortunately her brother chivalrously broke her fall by catching her (no kidding). And do you think that I bought the excuse that she "forgot" the tree-climbing rule?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nice try.&lt;/span&gt;  My tree climbing rule is thus: No climbing trees (or at least the really high ones) on the days that mommy does&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; have the car. 'Cause I'm not calling an ambulance for a broken arm.  I personally think that's sensible ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's more to write, but I've gotta get to work. I'm reorganizing my cupboards today (fun, fun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing everyone a happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2918308650589026028?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2918308650589026028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2918308650589026028' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2918308650589026028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2918308650589026028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up-on-old-news.html' title='Catching up on old News'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/So6-KXE7ajI/AAAAAAAABWs/OQ9zZBx45z0/s72-c/ebay+toys+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3881161528827271331</id><published>2009-08-19T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:18:09.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, Decisions</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; to make them. Even the small ones. And yet there doesn't seem to be any way to truly avoid having to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could just glibly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; go with the moment&lt;/span&gt;. Obviously, there are plenty of people who do so. Because I refuse to believe that there could be so many people in this world who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;purposely&lt;/span&gt; make the bad choices that they do. The only way to understand (though not excuse) these choices is to come to the conclusion that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they simply give it no thought&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do I labor in anguish at times (excuse me if I slightly dramatize) over every little pro and con of a choice? Especially when it comes to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made it a sort of pet project to study parents of older (teenage and up) children. Raising kids is no small task. If I thought my hands were full changing diapers, or teaching the ABC's, that just may be the easy part. Those little adorable (and yes, trying at times) human beings get even more challenging. I don't speak this as the voice of experience, more the voice of observation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; do you turn to when you see the teen years approaching on the horizon? Interesting enough (at least to me) is how many people turn to their peers... who are in exactly the same spot as they are. Which means they have no proven record, they're just using the same trial and error as yourself. So you don't really know if their advice is good until they (or you) succeed or fail down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I'm not talking about potty-training tips here.  I get advice on those sort of practical things myself. But when it comes to child-raising advice, I don't trust anyone who doesn't have a child at least 10 years ahead of mine, no matter how well-mannered their Johnny or Susie may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all the child-rearing advice in the world, even that which comes from those who are older, and sometimes wiser, won't make your decisions for you. The knowledge gleaned from these must be weighed in the balance. Which finds me right back where I started from: having to make those earth-shattering decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe having to come to the realization that one decision, in and of itself, won't sink the ship.  But then it's been my observation that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one bad decision often leads to another&lt;/span&gt;.  Not being a sailor myself, I'm not sure how easy it is to get a ship back on course. But without a doubt it's much simpler to choose the right path to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do know that there is no &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; way to raise a child to turn out perfectly (or at least what we consider to be so). And the older my kids get, the more I realize just how much "free will" comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hasten to say that none of my children have suddenly gone "rogue."  Though they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; insist on all three being so completely different from each other that sometimes I question whether they truly could have come from the same parents... not that there's any doubt in my mind on that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm simply laboring over decisions that may seem small now, but could in the long-run have far-reaching results. And knowing that I can regret a choice, but doing so won't let me go back and change it after it's all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life I guess. We can try to do our very best, but then some things are out of our hands. And thankfully in God's. Perhaps more of our time spent reading and searching for the perfect parenting skills would be better served in prayer, asking God to work in our children's hearts in ways that we ourselves never could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ends another rambling post~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3881161528827271331?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3881161528827271331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3881161528827271331' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3881161528827271331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3881161528827271331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, Decisions'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2410599629045298623</id><published>2009-08-07T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:35:18.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from the past week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Snzs51EahiI/AAAAAAAABWc/81LrhBDD3gY/s1600-h/shady+dell+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Snzs51EahiI/AAAAAAAABWc/81LrhBDD3gY/s320/shady+dell+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367425334161081890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are at a family get-together held at &lt;a href="http://www.pnls.org/index_files/Aboutus.htm"&gt;Shady Dell&lt;/a&gt;. Hubby's uncle (the engineer) bought one of these little trains when he retired. In spite of its being small in stature, everyone seemed to enjoy riding it. Of course, for the adults, the real trick was staying on board when it went around a curve, lol. The Princess and I are on the middle car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnvMLT_3WzI/AAAAAAAABVs/2nQtY9F7lkc/s1600-h/shady+dell+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnvMLT_3WzI/AAAAAAAABVs/2nQtY9F7lkc/s320/shady+dell+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367107875660847922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The high-point for the older kids was getting to drive the train themselves. Here's the artist getting a little instruction in engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnvPK1BnIjI/AAAAAAAABWM/4xnKH-ZMhqU/s1600-h/shady+dell+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnvPK1BnIjI/AAAAAAAABWM/4xnKH-ZMhqU/s320/shady+dell+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367111165881557554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here is an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; spot where there really&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; should&lt;/span&gt; be a picture of my husband's beloved grandmother whom we visited two times in the last week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, I most certainly had my camera with me, but I was enjoying listening to her stories so much, it just slipped my mind.  And then there was the pack of very angry bees that succeeded in stinging the Princess four times, the Artist three, and hubby just once. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, that was slightly distracting as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnzuVPLgdOI/AAAAAAAABWk/lRT_Yle2Jj0/s1600-h/ebay+toys+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnzuVPLgdOI/AAAAAAAABWk/lRT_Yle2Jj0/s320/ebay+toys+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367426904538248418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Between Grandma's house (blueberries and cherries) and the back field (blackberries) we did a lot of berry picking this week. Here's what actually made it into my freezer, right around 30 lbs worth. That's pretty good considering several of my children ate&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at least&lt;/span&gt; as much as ended up in their buckets. Can't say I did much better myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnvOqWBc_zI/AAAAAAAABV0/3u0cJrdI9Fk/s1600-h/shady+dell+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnvOqWBc_zI/AAAAAAAABV0/3u0cJrdI9Fk/s320/shady+dell+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367110607803580210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And of course some of them were made into freezer jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnzsduJdsGI/AAAAAAAABWU/xaqPmiFqX1Q/s1600-h/ebay+toys+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SnzsduJdsGI/AAAAAAAABWU/xaqPmiFqX1Q/s320/ebay+toys+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367424851266875490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My roma and cherry tomatoes have finally ripened. And I've been able to put up some green beans and zucchini as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, we're just enjoying our cooler weather, and hanging out with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2410599629045298623?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2410599629045298623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2410599629045298623' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2410599629045298623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2410599629045298623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/08/pics-from-past-week.html' title='Pics from the past week'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Snzs51EahiI/AAAAAAAABWc/81LrhBDD3gY/s72-c/shady+dell+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6442276865336778499</id><published>2009-07-31T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T01:15:20.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow... what a week!</title><content type='html'>Do you ever talk to yourself? Well, I sometimes do. Especially once my husband falls asleep at night and no longer responds to my endless chatter (at least when I'm in a mood like this). Poor fella, he tries to hang in there, but what's a guy to do? He knows I could go on for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hours&lt;/span&gt;. For some reason my mind is racing, and I just can't slow it down. Sometimes I get this way when I'm overtired. I know it doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sound&lt;/span&gt; like it makes sense, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it does to me&lt;/span&gt;.  So just go with it ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is going to be a review of this week, basically a clearing of my mind. If that sounds boring, feel free to click out at any time...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things out, we hit a few records with our weather this week, reaching as high as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;107 &lt;/span&gt;degrees. Now depending on where you live, that might not be that hot. But we Oregonians are just not used to that kind of heat. So air conditioners and swimming pools have been the coveted items. I was actually trying to figure out just why I had enjoyed this week so much. Then a friend hit the nail on the head when she said that the heat had reduced us to basic cleaning and hanging out with friends... all in the name of staying cool of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; going to take a moment to do some very slight grumbling. The garage sale that I had been preparing for over the last few weeks has been cancelled. Which actually wasn't all bad, as it gives me some time to do some extra clearing out of storage and such. But the downside is that it's been rescheduled for the end of August... 4 weeks from now, and right before school starts. Needless to say, I won't be doing it then (not at least at the parking lot sale) so some regrouping will have to take place. The worst part is that my living room is full of assorted items, including my sister-in-laws and nieces things thrown in as well. The cancellation took place less than 48 hours before the sale was to start, or I wouldn't have taken in the extra stuff. Anyway, do you see why I won't be able to put it off? So if anyone wants to go in on a combined sale, let me know :)  Okay, I think that's out of my system for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday my sis-in-law and nephews and nieces came by for a day of swimming and visiting. They live in a (close) neighboring state, but keep such a busy schedule that we don't get to visit nearly as often as we'd like. The time just flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the brakes suddenly being put on the garage sale plans (no, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; complaining again) I thought I was in for a nice, relaxing day today. No deadlines, my house was spotless as usual (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;), no Little League practice... hey, was there supposed to be little league today???  Yes, it dawned on me just half an hour before it was time to leave that just maybe there was. I made a few calls, then promptly woke up the kids (yep, it also happened to be the day I decided to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; let them sleep in, especially since I was out in the back field walking the family dog and risking my life picking blackberries for jam). Let's just say that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; even I&lt;/span&gt; didn't think I could pull it off. Did I mention I didn't have a car; hubby took it because I didn't think we had practice. But thanks to a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; coach (who picked up my boys) and an equally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; friend (who picked up the princess and myself) we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; make it. Of course, only 1/3 of the team showed up... guess I wasn't the only one who was a little bit unsure. On the bright side, all the kids there got a little extra attention today. And we ended up spending a relaxing afternoon (need I say of swimming and air-conditioned comfort?) at the aforementioned friend's house. It made the whole scrambled morning worthwhile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we made our yearly excursion to pick berries at great-grandma's house. It was somewhat short notice. I thought I was actually going to have to do U-pick blueberries this year.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; going to elaborate on our trip, but I find myself suddenly winding down. So writing this post seems to have served it's purpose. And with that I think I'll find my way to my nice, comfortable bed, and finish the details in another post. Which has to be soon by the way, 'cause the trip to great-grandma's house was simply wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6442276865336778499?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6442276865336778499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6442276865336778499' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6442276865336778499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6442276865336778499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/07/wow-what-week.html' title='Wow... what a week!'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-419041197685155293</id><published>2009-07-21T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:01:44.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How does my garden grow?</title><content type='html'>I'm glad you asked :)  It's truly amazing to watch a few seeds turn into a jungle of plants and veggies. I wonder if that's how Adam felt the first time he sowed the ground and reaped the harvest? You would think after I'd  planted a garden a few years in a row I'd get used to it, but it still always surprises and delights me. I'm not a "green thumb" person, but I guess a little care and tending of a few seeds can equal a good result for just about anyone. Here's a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE.. Remember my first garden post? This is 3 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYi6q-iaJI/AAAAAAAABUI/2FS0V9djAgE/s1600-h/Garden+blog+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYi6q-iaJI/AAAAAAAABUI/2FS0V9djAgE/s320/Garden+blog+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361010797795502226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AFTER... what a difference a few weeks can make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYjksUCZPI/AAAAAAAABUY/5ZAeDp4AKUc/s1600-h/Sugar+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYjksUCZPI/AAAAAAAABUY/5ZAeDp4AKUc/s320/Sugar+124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361011519708620018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No little round pumpkins yet, but they should be making an appearance soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYlwV7zRwI/AAAAAAAABVM/8atBD7MsnEk/s1600-h/Sugar+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYlwV7zRwI/AAAAAAAABVM/8atBD7MsnEk/s320/Sugar+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361013918883071746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cherry tomatoes are finally starting to get some color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYkpskzPdI/AAAAAAAABU4/klbp-4WTYLo/s1600-h/Sugar+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYkpskzPdI/AAAAAAAABU4/klbp-4WTYLo/s320/Sugar+135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361012705189903826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first harvest a few weeks ago.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Buttercrunch&lt;/span&gt; lettuce, Radishes, and young Zucchinis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYkhJ4BH7I/AAAAAAAABUw/UixIgwptcHc/s1600-h/Sugar+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYkhJ4BH7I/AAAAAAAABUw/UixIgwptcHc/s320/Sugar+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361012558436310962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now the bush beans are producing abundantly, and the cucumbers are starting to ripen as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYkMJCsN2I/AAAAAAAABUg/FrPqdKlvYgE/s1600-h/Sugar+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYkMJCsN2I/AAAAAAAABUg/FrPqdKlvYgE/s320/Sugar+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361012197435389794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's the best way to use up some of that thriving zucchini?&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Zucchini-Bread-II/Detail.aspx?prop31=1"&gt; This&lt;/a&gt; recipe is a definite favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYkYCk85lI/AAAAAAAABUo/20R2SQyRwgk/s1600-h/Sugar+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYkYCk85lI/AAAAAAAABUo/20R2SQyRwgk/s320/Sugar+112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361012401858471506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe I've done two posts in two days?   I'm on a roll, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-419041197685155293?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/419041197685155293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=419041197685155293' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/419041197685155293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/419041197685155293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-does-my-garden-grow.html' title='How does my garden grow?'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SmYi6q-iaJI/AAAAAAAABUI/2FS0V9djAgE/s72-c/Garden+blog+044.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6854479760426196356</id><published>2009-07-20T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T10:52:41.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for another Update</title><content type='html'>It's true that I've been just a tad bit neglectful of my blog lately. Our summer break schedule is so different from our school schedule, which I suppose is the case for many people in the blog world. We're definitely enjoying the change, with the only complaint being that it's going by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much too quickly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our annual Vacation Bible school the week before last, and it was as fun (and exhausting) as usual.  I worked with the 1st and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade kids again this year,  and we averaged 100 kids in our group each night. Many of these kids have been, or presently are in my Sunday school department, so I really enjoyed getting to hang out with them for the week. But I still have to say that I'm glad we only have it once a year ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys have been having Little League practice several times a week, and I must say that all of the kids have improved a lot in the past month. So far they've only played during the day, but we're working on getting a few night games scheduled so the Dads can come watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I added apricot jam to my store of jam tucked away in the freezer. It's always been a favorite of mine, but I never buy it at the store due to the preferences of the rest of the family. I had my hubby give it a try, which wasn't such a good idea after all... he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt; likes apricot jam,  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. So much for keeping it all to myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; this past weekend... don't ask me why. I'm trying it on an experimental basis, but it's so different from blogging, and to tell the truth it's a little&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; unnerving&lt;/span&gt; to me. Which probably doesn't make sense, especially considering the fact that I blog.  Anyway, I was able to find some of my blogging friends on there, which I was quite happy about. I realized that I haven't even revealed my real first name here on my blog, so you are the privileged few who know the woman &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;behind&lt;/span&gt; the secret identity... you feel privileged, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lot of consideration, this past week we decided to go back to being a one-dog-family. In case you don't remember, we kept one of Ginger's pups from her litter last fall. I have to admit it was mostly my doing; the little things were just so cute. And taking care of them for those first 10 weeks left me a bit attached to Sugar in particular. Anyway, we advertised online, and within 24 hours she had a new home. Her new owners have a large piece of land out in the country, and they also mentioned that their daughter had been pestering them to get a dog for her to take out hiking with her (they lost their long-time family dog last year to cancer). All in all, despite the fact that we miss Sugar, I think it was a perfect match for her, and I suspect that she will be one very spoiled dog. We were pretty happy that they were more than willing to pay what we were asking, which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reinbursed&lt;/span&gt; us for the several hundred we had put out in shots and getting her fixed. I had prayed about the whole matter (guess you have to have pets to understand that) and so it was really a blessing to have it all work out so smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thriving&lt;/span&gt;. I think it's all the 90 degree temps we've been having. It's starting to provide food for the table now, and that's always exciting to me. Not just because of money saved, but there's just something about growing your own food; at least that's what I tell myself when my back is aching from all the weeding and watering it takes!  I plan to post pics of it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I'm planning to go through my shed and storage spots in my house in preparation for the parking lot sale held by our church each year. I'm hoping to do some major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;decluttering&lt;/span&gt; (yes, I know it's not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;word)  and organizing. A trip to the blueberry fields is also in the works. And maybe a trip to the river for some swimming if our temps go back up to the 90's as is being predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are enjoying your Summer... Have a wonderful Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6854479760426196356?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6854479760426196356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6854479760426196356' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6854479760426196356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6854479760426196356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/07/time-for-another-update.html' title='Time for another Update'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5186577559618939235</id><published>2009-07-08T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T23:01:58.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break from blogging...</title><content type='html'>Maybe I should have mentioned this earlier in the week, huh? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5186577559618939235?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5186577559618939235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5186577559618939235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5186577559618939235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5186577559618939235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-break-from-blogging.html' title='Taking a break from blogging...'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5659743746500830850</id><published>2009-06-28T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:22:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Garden</title><content type='html'>Our garden is just a few weeks old, but it's amazing how much it has grown in that short period of time.  I couldn't get it all in one picture, so here it is from a few different angles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhFa9CZtCI/AAAAAAAABRU/jueALCmg4JE/s1600-h/Garden+blog+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhFa9CZtCI/AAAAAAAABRU/jueALCmg4JE/s320/Garden+blog+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352604486493385762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhIX9bpvVI/AAAAAAAABSE/AZszpEyqWA8/s1600-h/Garden+blog+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhIX9bpvVI/AAAAAAAABSE/AZszpEyqWA8/s320/Garden+blog+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352607733594570066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhUV1dpUDI/AAAAAAAABT8/Jz8jJiS5qxg/s1600-h/Garden+blog+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhUV1dpUDI/AAAAAAAABT8/Jz8jJiS5qxg/s320/Garden+blog+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352620891235242034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhI4TlNxbI/AAAAAAAABSU/l7Rho10smgU/s1600-h/Garden+blog+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhI4TlNxbI/AAAAAAAABSU/l7Rho10smgU/s320/Garden+blog+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352608289296074162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's a list of what we're growing:&lt;br /&gt;Tomatoes (Roma, Yellow Pear, Sweet 100)&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Lettuce (Buttercrunch, Romaine, Red Leaf)&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Zucchini&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Peppers (Yellow and Orange)&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Pumpkins (Baby sweet pie)&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Cucumbers (Pickling, Slicing)&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Acorn Squash&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Broccoli&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Bush Beans&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Radishes&lt;br /&gt;                                                    Garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhMEEd4GTI/AAAAAAAABTc/ZH1Zvs4wsTg/s1600-h/Garden+3+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhMEEd4GTI/AAAAAAAABTc/ZH1Zvs4wsTg/s320/Garden+3+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352611789932075314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Professor and I are also growing an Herbal tea garden in large containers.  It includes Chocolate Mint, Spearmint, Peppermint, Pineapple Sage, and Spicy Globe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhK64eZsYI/AAAAAAAABS8/cB7AOU4i6eU/s1600-h/garden+2+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhK64eZsYI/AAAAAAAABS8/cB7AOU4i6eU/s320/garden+2+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352610532582601090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least, here is one of my Sweetleaf plants (also known as Stevia) which I plan to use to sweeten the previously mentioned tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhLzGiu82I/AAAAAAAABTU/HoOUc7Jmr_4/s1600-h/Garden+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhLzGiu82I/AAAAAAAABTU/HoOUc7Jmr_4/s320/Garden+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352611498431542114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think that wraps up this edition of the garden tour. Thanks for stopping by! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5659743746500830850?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5659743746500830850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5659743746500830850' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5659743746500830850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5659743746500830850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-little-garden.html' title='My little Garden'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkhFa9CZtCI/AAAAAAAABRU/jueALCmg4JE/s72-c/Garden+blog+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5113721745366293267</id><published>2009-06-26T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T07:43:41.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Giveaway + An Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkTcE7FC_VI/AAAAAAAABRM/h9smj-ay7rA/s1600-h/Dallas+giveaway+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkTcE7FC_VI/AAAAAAAABRM/h9smj-ay7rA/s320/Dallas+giveaway+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351644234359438674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please head over to &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/2009/06/todays-great-day-for-fun-giveaway.html"&gt;Angela's&lt;/a&gt; blog and enter her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great giveaway&lt;/span&gt; given in honor of her little girl &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dallas!&lt;/span&gt;  Just for anyone that doesn't know, Dallas will arrive in about 3 months :)  So stop by and check out the daily additions to her giveaway package.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note: Thank you all so much for your prayers and kind words. The Doctor gave me a prescription that seems to have helped lessen the severity of my bronchitis, but not enough. So I'll be heading in Monday for another visit. I didn't mean to leave anyone hanging (sorry Nikki).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of my garden on Monday.  Honestly, I will.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold me to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5113721745366293267?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5113721745366293267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5113721745366293267' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5113721745366293267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5113721745366293267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/06/giveaway-update.html' title='A Giveaway + An Update'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SkTcE7FC_VI/AAAAAAAABRM/h9smj-ay7rA/s72-c/Dallas+giveaway+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7465801818061241466</id><published>2009-06-19T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:08:14.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A prayer request</title><content type='html'>For the most part, I try to keep things as up-beat as I can here on my blog. It's not that I have a problem with other people posting when they're having a tough time or sick, ect.  I say this because I have blogging friends who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; blog about those things, and I personally&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; do&lt;/span&gt; care about everything going on in their lives, even those details. They're my friends, and I want to be there for them. Not to mention the fact that I often bow my head after reading such a post, and ask God to help them get better, give them strength for a particular trial they're going through, ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this time it's my turn I guess. I would appreciate your prayers this weekend. I've had a bad cough for the past month, one that I referenced in my last post. Honestly, I thought it was extreme allergies at first, and treated it as such. My hubby finally prevailed on me ( though it was more like an order now that I think of it) to go to the Doctor last week. Which led to a diagnosis of a bad case of bronchitis aggravated by all the pollen hanging around here this year. I've stayed home ( sometimes in bed) from church, shopping, practice, ect. for the past week. And I thought I was turning the corner and getting just a tad bit better... until I took my kids to little league practice yesterday. It was all downhill from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up all night with a burning chest, and a forceful cough (I won't go into any more details than that). And the bad feeling that this has either turned into walking pneumonia or the regular old kind. If it doesn't take a turn for the better this weekend, it's back to the Doctor Monday for some chest X-rays to see what kind of damage is going on in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really, really,&lt;/span&gt; don't want to have to do that. Not only does it scare me a little, but financially it would be a burden right now. We do have insurance, but the co-pays are starting to stack up on this one between the multitude of prescriptions I've been trying and the Doctor visits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand I'm not complaining about this. Obviously, we're all sick from time to time. It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; starting to wear on me just a bit, not to mention the fact that a few people are wondering why I'm missing church, ect. just because I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; sick. I shouldn't care about such things, and most the time I don't. But you know how it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would appreciate your prayers for me this weekend, that maybe with a little rest (I have a stack of books all ready) this will all take a turn for the better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7465801818061241466?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7465801818061241466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7465801818061241466' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7465801818061241466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7465801818061241466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/06/prayer-request.html' title='A prayer request'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1689346718292532365</id><published>2009-06-15T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T12:59:46.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Strawberry time</title><content type='html'>I've been anxiously awaiting the start of the strawberry-picking season.  So the fact that I have a bad case of bronchitis right now didn't stop me from hitting the strawberry fields last Saturday;) The truth is, I couldn't have done it without my husbands help. One hour out in the field and I felt like I had run a marathon.  Anyway, with a lot of help from my family (and a lot of snacking on the strawberries along the way by said helpers) I managed to get a good start on my jam-making for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SjVvuTJ73_I/AAAAAAAABQU/v8roEeLxQiQ/s1600-h/Garden+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SjVvuTJ73_I/AAAAAAAABQU/v8roEeLxQiQ/s320/Garden+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347302973778943986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of our yield from the first trip to the fields. They have quite a plentiful harvest this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SjR4QcZpPWI/AAAAAAAABQM/frFAtZTeQLM/s1600-h/Garden+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SjR4QcZpPWI/AAAAAAAABQM/frFAtZTeQLM/s320/Garden+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347030881492614498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My absolute favorite Summer dessert. &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Scrumptious-Strawberry-Shortcake/Detail.aspx?prop31=1"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; recipe is a favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sjaj8j0OM1I/AAAAAAAABRE/f5aXPfU0aK4/s1600-h/Garden+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sjaj8j0OM1I/AAAAAAAABRE/f5aXPfU0aK4/s320/Garden+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347641868350796626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first 4 batches of strawberry jam. Approx 20 cups worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SjVw3er6G_I/AAAAAAAABQ0/VFURkjmWyRU/s1600-h/Garden+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SjVw3er6G_I/AAAAAAAABQ0/VFURkjmWyRU/s320/Garden+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347304231004675058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My own little "strawberry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freckle-face&lt;/span&gt;." She never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; tired of them. But then, neither do I :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1689346718292532365?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1689346718292532365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1689346718292532365' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1689346718292532365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1689346718292532365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-strawberry-time.html' title='It&apos;s Strawberry time'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SjVvuTJ73_I/AAAAAAAABQU/v8roEeLxQiQ/s72-c/Garden+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5219462631281230614</id><published>2009-06-09T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T22:49:10.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An anniversary and other things</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my husband and I celebrated our 16th wedding anniversary.  Grandma took the kids for the afternoon, while we went to Olive Garden and did a little window shopping as well. It's been a while since we've been out with just the two of us, and we definitely enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 3 more days of school left...:)  I'm SO ready for Summer break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden is planted, but there's not a whole lot to see at this point. So I probably won't post a picture until the end of the month. We were having beautiful sunny days during the latter part of May, but now they've turned cloudy, and we'll be seeing more rain later in the week. I would prefer my little seedlings were getting sun right now, but these things can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dog Sugar (Ginger's pup) went in to be spayed yesterday, and the poor little thing (who now weighs 40 lbs) is recuperating inside the house until her stitches heal. I'm not an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; dog person, but she's doing quite well. It helps that we have her in a large dog carrier of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys had their first day of little league practice yesterday, and they loved it. It will be a great activity for them this Summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan to post a little more often once school is out. We've been so focused on getting in our last Units projects/essays/experiments.  The curriculum we use is heavy in this department, which means it takes up much more time than our regular lessons would. The boys have done a great job, and I'm ending this year very satisfied with what we've accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; ready for Summer break. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or did I mention that already? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5219462631281230614?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5219462631281230614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5219462631281230614' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5219462631281230614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5219462631281230614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/06/anniversary-and-other-things.html' title='An anniversary and other things'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2092082139714471373</id><published>2009-06-03T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:51:35.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 7th Birthday Princess</title><content type='html'>Our little Princess turned 7-years-old today. It's hard to believe that much time has passed since I held her in my arms for the very first time. I feel now just like I felt at that moment: that words could never express the depth of love I feel for this little miracle God has entrusted us with. Happy Birthday sweet Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sic-jLU-n3I/AAAAAAAABOk/dCOZxJJTQAw/s1600-h/Bekah+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sic-jLU-n3I/AAAAAAAABOk/dCOZxJJTQAw/s320/Bekah+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343308256955506546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SidXwvry-XI/AAAAAAAABPk/UP9n6tH_S4Y/s1600-h/halloween+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SidXwvry-XI/AAAAAAAABPk/UP9n6tH_S4Y/s320/halloween+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343335977843882354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SidPZPHWc2I/AAAAAAAABPE/mtIav07FerM/s1600-h/9-12-06+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SidPZPHWc2I/AAAAAAAABPE/mtIav07FerM/s320/9-12-06+321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343326777871070050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SicuF5mwuuI/AAAAAAAABOU/WO2BO1fx9Eg/s1600-h/Bekah+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SicuF5mwuuI/AAAAAAAABOU/WO2BO1fx9Eg/s320/Bekah+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343290161796004578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2092082139714471373?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2092082139714471373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2092082139714471373' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2092082139714471373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2092082139714471373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-7th-birthday-princess.html' title='Happy 7th Birthday Princess'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sic-jLU-n3I/AAAAAAAABOk/dCOZxJJTQAw/s72-c/Bekah+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-9138344165032819691</id><published>2009-05-25T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:02:02.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering</title><content type='html'>Today we gathered with extended family at a large park for a time of food and festivities.  It was a beautiful, sunny day.  While we adults spent the time chatting and telling stories, the little ones raced all over the playground, while the older kids hiked the wooded trails. It was a truly enjoyable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this day is set aside specifically for remembering our countries fallen heroes, so many others have come to my mind today. Those whose time on this earth has passed, but whose memories will remain for a long time to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My grandmother&lt;/span&gt; who passed away almost eight years ago. A wonderfully sweet woman. I can still hear her laughter as I look at the picture of her holding my firstborn in her arms. I miss her so very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A fun and feisty friend from college&lt;/span&gt;.  She was from Maine (what we called a maniac:). We shared our struggles to have children, and she gave me my first baby shower.  She eventually had several children of her own, before dying of ovarian cancer at a much too young age. It's hard to imagine you're not here on this earth anymore Wendy. God bless your little ones until we all meet again one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another friend from college, B.&lt;/span&gt;  When I named my only daughter, you were one of the people I thought of. Your wide smile, and big glasses. And continually cheerful attitude. When I heard of your passing last year I was so saddened. I can't imagine how much your husband and children must be missing you right now, along with many others who knew you through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage 13 years ago today.&lt;/span&gt; Though the years have softened the blow, at the time I had tried for several years to get pregnant, and it was crushing. As strange as it sounds, because of the circumstances of this miscarriage, my last pregnancy (the Princess)  narrowly escaped being removed during a scheduled D&amp;amp;C. God showed his love to me in a special way through this experience. I want to add that although I was only 10 weeks pregnant, my womb did not hold a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fetus&lt;/span&gt;, but a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; living soul&lt;/span&gt;. One that I will get to meet in heaven one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not least, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our fallen military heroes. &lt;/span&gt;I've always been proud of the fact that I've had many relatives who have served in the United States military: my grandfather in World War II (army), my father (army), my husband (navy). Along with three brother-in-laws (air force), and now a nephew (Marines). But no one in our immediate family in the last few generations has died in service to their country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I want to thank all those who serve/served in our military, it's fitting to especially honor those who have paid the ultimate price so that we could be free.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May their sacrifice never be taken for granted, or forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freedom Isn't Free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I watched the flag pass by one day, it fluttered in the breeze.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young Marine saluted it, and then he stood at ease.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I looked at him in uniform; So young, so tall, so proud.&lt;br /&gt;He'd stand out in any crowd.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought how many men like him had fallen through the years. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many died on foreign soil? How many mother's tears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many pilots planes shot down? How many died at sea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How many foxholes were soldier's graves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, freedom isn't free.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of Taps one night, when everything was still.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to the bugler play, and felt a sudden chill.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered just how many times that Taps had meant "Amen,"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a flag had draped the coffin of a soldier or a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought of all the children, of the mothers and the wives,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of fathers, sons, and husbands with interrupted lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I thought about a graveyard, at the bottom of the sea.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of unmarked graves at Arlington.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No, freedom isn't free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly Strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sht-M9cG7iI/AAAAAAAABOE/jmjTt4dwdcs/s1600-h/LoneVetSalutingGraves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sht-M9cG7iI/AAAAAAAABOE/jmjTt4dwdcs/s320/LoneVetSalutingGraves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340000544293842466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-9138344165032819691?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/9138344165032819691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=9138344165032819691' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/9138344165032819691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/9138344165032819691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembering.html' title='Remembering'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sht-M9cG7iI/AAAAAAAABOE/jmjTt4dwdcs/s72-c/LoneVetSalutingGraves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2788638547034499959</id><published>2009-05-18T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:35:32.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Though my title may suggest otherwise, my weekend has been long in the very best of ways. My girlfriend from out-of-town arrived a few days ago, and I've been non-stop on the go ever since. While I'm sad to see her leave this morning, I have to admit that I'm pretty much out of gas (metaphorically speaking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has kept the home fires burning, and I noticed when I dragged myself in the door during the wee hours of this morning that the dishes were done, and my children didn't show any signs of marked damage... which is comforting considering the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dueling&lt;/span&gt; sword fight taking place on my way out the door last night,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Hubby is a reasonably good cook, in spite of his penchant for thinking you can mix any variety of food substances together in a dish; after all, it all gets mixed up after you eat it anyway.  My boys can follow this reasoning for the most part, but the Princess doesn't totally swallow it (no pun intended) , taking after her mother's way of thinking I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night several of us gathered at a local hang-out (meaning they stay open all-night and it's a respectable place for us aging moms to be seen at that time of night) and talked over days long past. For us that meant nearly 20 years ago when we all met at a Christian college. As we passed around pictures of our kids, it was hard to believe we were ever that young, or had such crazy adventures. We were all poor (as in broke) college kids, working multiple jobs on the side to get by (and barely at that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed me is how many stories I forgot...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; should I be concerned about that?&lt;/span&gt; I'm hoping my memory is just temporarily short-term because I'm so busy raising kids and homeschooling... Please say it's so.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just humor me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we laughed until we cried. And talked about (talked, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; gossiped:) people we went to school with. Which was humorous in some cases, and sobering in others. A few have passed away, or had children or spouses that have.  In some cases I heard the last 15 years of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;someones&lt;/span&gt; life summed up in five minutes. Not in a bad way, just because that's probably how someone would sum up my own life from a birds-eye view after so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than a few close friends I've made in the last few years, most of my best friends were made in four years of college. I don't see them often, but when we get together... my, how time can rewind. I can once again see us all as young girls... which takes some rewinding considering the fact that we all have our fair share of extra pounds and graying hair,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I can see those starry-eyed young girls hoping and praying for the future we couldn't foresee at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's times like this that make me think aging might not be as bad as I used to think it would be. There is something about looking back and realizing that, though life undoubtedly has been more challenging than I thought (or knew) it could be, it's rewards are sweeter than I ever dreamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, indeed, while every choice may not have been perfect, I made some very good choices on the really important things. Choices that I suspect 20 years from now will have me looking back with few regrets, and even more sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while this week will be challenging due to the fact that I've gotten very little sleep, I can't help feeling refreshed from the time I've spent remembering the past, and realizing just how blessed I've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the least of which has been through the special gift of a dear friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2788638547034499959?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2788638547034499959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2788638547034499959' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2788638547034499959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2788638547034499959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-weekend.html' title='The Long Weekend'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1809065397016009123</id><published>2009-05-11T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:16:00.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for another Update</title><content type='html'>Honestly, it seems like I barely blink and another week has gone by. I've meant to post several times in the last couple weeks, but I seem to always get side-tracked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is our last week of extra-curricular classes (orchestra, choir, P.E).  In a way I'm glad about this, but in another way I'm not. It will be nice to be able to focus on wrapping up this school year (4 more weeks) without the distraction of running here and there. But the Professor is going to sorely miss his 3-days-a-week of Orchestra. He suggested to the teacher last week that "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe they could have Summer band class?&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  I'm glad that he's so excited about learning and playing music. And he will continue to have clarinet and piano lessons throughout the summer, so he'll still get to put in lots of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this week, my girlfriend from Alaska will be coming into town for a visit. Because she lives on an island, she always has a ton of places she wants to go when she comes here.  She loves thrift stores as much as I do, so we'll be hitting all the local and semi-local ones. Plus shopping at the mall, which I myself have not visited since it was given a makeover (including a huge parking garage) a year ago or so. No, I don't do the mall scene much. But they do have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cinnabon&lt;/span&gt; there...yum!  That's worth a walk around the mall;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weather has been rainy, with a few days of sunny weather thrown in here and there. We've been doing a lot of yardwork lately, as well as trying to figure out the best place to put this years garden. My hubby is thinking directly behind the house the best place... right where our playstructure is sitting. We've been talking about selling it anyway, and the spot would definitely get lots of sun. But we would have to level the spot a bit, something he says wouldn't be that hard. We do have access to a small tractor, so we may go that route. Meanwhile, I've been offered some railroad ties to use for my raised beds. But some people say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; to use them because they're treated with some kind of chemical; others say if the ties are weather-worn the chemicals won't affect anything. I like the idea of free supplies, but the quality of my veggies does matter, so if anyone cares to weigh-in on the subject &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please do&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now. Have a great Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1809065397016009123?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1809065397016009123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1809065397016009123' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1809065397016009123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1809065397016009123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-for-another-update.html' title='Time for another Update'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7869114539483268500</id><published>2009-04-28T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T09:43:47.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Support Your Local Terrorist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="previewbody" style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;It is oh so true that in this present day the victims of crimes are, more often than not, the least thought of. Being a fan (as odd as that word sounds in description) of crime and justice for many years, I've seen this to be true again and again. On my rather limited list of daily online stops is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CourtTv&lt;/span&gt;.com. Of course, I couldn't care less about their so-called "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;actuality&lt;/span&gt;" (versus&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; reality&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;catchy isn't it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;) line-up of shows. But if you go to the news section, it can be quite enlightening, not to mention you'll find the likes of Nancy Grace hanging around there (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;go Nancy!!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why should it surprise us that the whole&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; terrorists being tortured&lt;/span&gt; issue is making waves? Okay, besides the fact that it's all (possibly) part of a highly political agenda, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not saying I support torture (which by the way has a myriad of interpretations), but they'll have to wait in line for my &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt;. It's still with the men, women, and children (some unborn at the time) who are survivors of the victims (as in &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;honest-to-goodness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;victims&lt;/span&gt;; just in case anyone from the UCLA should haphazardly stumble across this post) of the terrorist attacks of 9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methinks if you do not want to risk being captured and "tortured", it might be wise to&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; not be associated with a terrorist group in the first place&lt;/span&gt;... even if the country you're plotting against is the good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' U.S. of A. whose people are so foolish as to believe in freedom and democracy. But then, no one has claimed that these terrorists are particularly smart.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as sharing our methods of interrogations and so forth, that sounds like a&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; brilliant&lt;/span&gt; move to me. After all, had we so informed our enemies during World War II of such methods, we might have &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt; the war...&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; oh, I guess that means it's NOT such a brilliant move. &lt;/span&gt;It would appear that the terrorists are not the only ones that are a few brain cells short...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I really&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; am&lt;/span&gt; a mild-mannered housewife/homeschooling mom, but some things just get my Irish ire (which I&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; think&lt;/span&gt; means temper) simmering, and I just have to let some of that pent-up frustration out. Enough with the accusations and threatenings of retaliations by those in the political arena, and our "neutral" media outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really would think there would be enough &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;other matters of importance in our country&lt;/span&gt; to focus on right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7869114539483268500?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7869114539483268500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7869114539483268500' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7869114539483268500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7869114539483268500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/04/support-your-local-terrorist.html' title='Support Your Local Terrorist'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-489365974363890929</id><published>2009-04-27T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:13:27.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Testing Results</title><content type='html'>WARNING: Just a tad bit of motherly bragging ahead:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our testing day has come and gone, along with my three hours of window shopping,lol. I had ordered a few items through Walmart.com(site-to-store), and I received the notification email that they had arrived the day before testing; talk about perfect timing. So I spent most of my time at Walmart. I picked up a couple of dresses that were on clearance for the Princess, although all she cared about was the sparkly purple shoes she got (thankfully also on clearance). But this post isn't supposed to be about me and my shopping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys did well on their testing. In fact, they far exceeded the level they needed to reach. I admit I'm not sure whether I should take credit for this myself, as it's more likely due to the fact that they inherited their father's smart genes. Still, I'm overall quite happy with the result. And it is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; nice to have it done with for the year, though the Professor does have to still do his Science testing. But the Math and Language Arts are behind us at least. I try not to do the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when-is-she-going-to-stop-bragging-about-her-kids&lt;/span&gt; thing for the most part, but I just had to share the good news (not to mention my relief). Bragging ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to catch up on all the latest posts of my blogging friends in between our lessons today. We are presently down to one computer,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; because of a malfunction, but because I've been moving some things around. Which means our big desk is now in the school room, and I have to set up my computer in my bedroom all over again. That should be fun;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-489365974363890929?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/489365974363890929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=489365974363890929' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/489365974363890929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/489365974363890929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/04/state-testing-results.html' title='State Testing Results'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7554137303565595580</id><published>2009-04-22T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:07:08.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends Update</title><content type='html'>I truly want to post something "meatier" than this, but I just haven't been able to manage it lately.  It seems as if my free time for posting has fallen to late in the evening (when I really should be in bed, truth be told), and my brain just doesn't compute well then, so I guess I'll have to settle for an update of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the boys will be doing their state testing, and it is none too soon for me. It was actually scheduled for next week, but I talked them into moving it up a week.  Since they usually put more energy into trying to get families to actually do it in the first place (technically they don't always enforce testing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt;) they were more than happy to oblige. While the boys are testing in Language Arts, Math, and Science,  the Princess and I will have three hours to ourselves...did I mention the testing site is located in a shopping complex? Not to mention across the street from a Mall. So I shall be forced to window shop the entire time,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is having a Teen revival this week, so I took the Professor to last night's service. He won't actually be part of the youth group until next year, so this was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prequel&lt;/span&gt; to that... Okay, so I admit I wanted to hear this particular preacher myself:) It's exciting to see our youth getting excited, and I've been praying that God will work in their hearts in a great way this week. During the invitation I was able to help with the witnessing, and it was just a huge blessing to my heart to be able to talk to teens who are searching for God. Afterwards, the Professor and I went out for ice cream and conversation.  He enjoys deep conversations on a multitude of subjects (some a little over my head,lol) and I have to admit I hope that doesn't change. I'm looking forward to seeing what the next few years hold for him, but also glad I have one year of reprieve before he's actually an honest-to-goodness&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; teenager.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to pick up seeds and supplies tomorrow to get things started for this year's garden. We won't be able to plant until the end of May/beginning of June, but this will have our plants ready to go in the ground then. The Professor is going to be in charge of upkeeping the garden this year (all that fun weeding), and he's quite excited about it. Now to figure out what to plant and the logistics of the whole thing... I'll keep you posted:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7554137303565595580?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7554137303565595580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7554137303565595580' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7554137303565595580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7554137303565595580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/04/odds-and-ends-update.html' title='Odds and Ends Update'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1458758508308203371</id><published>2009-04-17T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:22:28.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back by popular demand...</title><content type='html'>No, I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; given up blogging. I could give an excuse, but I suppose it would be just that... an excuse;)   I have started a few posts, but none that made it into publication. I guess I just haven't had much that I desperately needed to say.  But on to other things..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/span&gt; to my blogging friend&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-birthday.html"&gt; Nikki! &lt;/a&gt;I'm not exactly late, because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; sing to her on Monday (so to speak) , but I'm sure she wouldn't mind extra birthday wishes:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Congratulations to &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/2009/04/dustin-has-already-started-cleaning-his.html"&gt;Angela and Dustin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on finding out whether they need to decorate in pink or blue... of course I'm not going to spoil her surprise, so you'll have to stop by yourself to find out, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://jfrogster.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-your-help.html"&gt;Jeanette's blog&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to vote for her very cool birthday cake picture frame... I'm hoping it's not too late to pass this one along.  Jeanette is the mom of 3 kids (4 yrs and under) who attends my (or our:) church. She started an Etsy shop a few months ago, and this will win her some free advertisement; so&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; please vote!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last, but not least, my sweet friend &lt;a href="http://blessedfrugalness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marva&lt;/a&gt; has given me an award. Marva is definitely one of the nicest people I've met in the blogging world. I enjoy so much reading about her farm life,  her adorable twin boys, and everything in-between (which is a lot for this busy lady). Thank you Marva for calling me (as an extension of my blog) fabulous! :)  I'm so glad to call you friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SegmPxK9RLI/AAAAAAAABNs/zxBd5wE2shA/s1600-h/Fabulous_Blog_Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SegmPxK9RLI/AAAAAAAABNs/zxBd5wE2shA/s320/Fabulous_Blog_Award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325548611704800434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that about wraps this edition up.  Have a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1458758508308203371?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1458758508308203371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1458758508308203371' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1458758508308203371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1458758508308203371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-by-popular-demand.html' title='Back by popular demand...'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SegmPxK9RLI/AAAAAAAABNs/zxBd5wE2shA/s72-c/Fabulous_Blog_Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7881466771749186887</id><published>2009-04-06T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T21:52:21.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only because I said I would</title><content type='html'>Just in case anyone (other than Mrs.Darling) remembered that I promised (somewhat) to give an update on my newly started (once again) diet, here are my results: I was down 4.4 lbs from last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you get too impressed, or leave me comments on the negative aspects of losing weight too quickly, I shall be discreet and simply say that it also happened to overlap the time that I usually gain a few (temporary) pounds each month.  Trying to be discreet here... if you need me to spell it out for you, leave a comment, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm cutting my losses (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and only counting the 1.4 as my weight loss. I can be happy with that:)  My goal is 1 lb a week. That seems to be a good pace for my present weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I am feeling so much better this time around.  I'm a stickler for the fruits and veggies when I diet, and as a result I always end up feeling better.  But the truth is, I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; loved vegetables and fruits; so what's the difference?  Less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and sugar... those foods that make me feel like a slug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; however counting calories this time around.  I'm just making good choices, limiting certain foods, and drinking lots of water. I'm also doing my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; workout, and getting in some bike rides while the nice weather sticks around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that about wraps it up. Not the most exciting post ever, but then I never said it would be...;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7881466771749186887?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7881466771749186887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7881466771749186887' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7881466771749186887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7881466771749186887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/04/only-because-i-said-i-would.html' title='Only because I said I would'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7616615572169485607</id><published>2009-04-04T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T17:58:02.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What we did on our Spring Break</title><content type='html'>Cleaning, rearranging, decluttering... there, I got the bulk of what I did out of the way, lol.   The kids played with the neighbor kids and our 2 dogs, competed at board games, and worked on a few assorted school projects of the fun sort.  The Professor did quite a few lessons; I don't think he understands the meaning of spring break;)    And then we took our last day off and went to a giant jungle gym with the cousins.  They had a blast, and I got to visit with my sis-in-law for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also listed about 5 things on Ebay and Craigslist, and made about $200... not shabby considering it actually helped me to get rid of a little clutter. Speaking of which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdemaKBD6kI/AAAAAAAABNA/d24bQ6pveKo/s1600-h/blog+pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdemaKBD6kI/AAAAAAAABNA/d24bQ6pveKo/s320/blog+pics+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320904453057145410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How much would you pay for this load of legos? I've collected these for years when my boys were little. I finally decided it was time for them to go (they've graduated to small legos now) and so I listed them on Craigslist for $50... then I checked Ebay and found out that I could get more. Long story short, they sold for $104. ( plus $35 for shipping).  Need I say that I was one happy lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdenrcyQbXI/AAAAAAAABNU/fH6hgU9--G0/s1600-h/blog+pics+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdenrcyQbXI/AAAAAAAABNU/fH6hgU9--G0/s320/blog+pics+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320905849664728434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Princess and I also did a bit of scrapbooking.  I picked up this kit at Ross (a local discount store)  for $5.99 and I couldn't believe how much stuff it had in it. I helped her along a bit, but then she wanted to try her own hand at it (&lt;span&gt;little Miss Independence&lt;/span&gt;).  So here's the page she did by herself. Notice that she gave me a tiara? lol  She still thinks her mommy's a queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdfYtiRooPI/AAAAAAAABNc/BWUxE9mgb1Q/s1600-h/blog+pics+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdfYtiRooPI/AAAAAAAABNc/BWUxE9mgb1Q/s320/blog+pics+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320959761568014578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; beautiful&lt;/span&gt; day. The sun is shining, a slight breeze is drifting in the window, and it definitely feels like Spring is in the air.  The rose bush in our back yard is in full bloom. Tomorrow is supposed to reach 70 degrees!  I'm hoping to have a picnic and enjoy the weather while it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdfplIaDytI/AAAAAAAABNk/pr3OGSTriFM/s1600-h/blog+pics+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdfplIaDytI/AAAAAAAABNk/pr3OGSTriFM/s320/blog+pics+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320978308882746066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish each of you a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7616615572169485607?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7616615572169485607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7616615572169485607' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7616615572169485607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7616615572169485607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-we-did-on-our-spring-break.html' title='What we did on our Spring Break'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SdemaKBD6kI/AAAAAAAABNA/d24bQ6pveKo/s72-c/blog+pics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5276263968053992070</id><published>2009-03-30T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T00:38:33.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on the wagon again</title><content type='html'>Technically, I made no New Years Resolutions this year; or at least I didn't post any here on my blog. But I definitely had a mental game plan for some changes I wanted to make this year in my life. And one of those changes was in the area of diet and exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, several tooth infections, which required dental surgery, which was then quickly followed up by a virus of some sort, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; manage to side-track me from my goal. Starting a diet when your body is already trying to fight evil germ cells within your body, is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; always the best way to see the end results you're hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (hoped for) end result : 5 lbs off by Easter Sunday so I can look lovely in my Easter Suit. And said suit will actually fit me, and show off my wonderful womanly form without looking frumpy or bumpy;) I am hoping to lose about 8-10 lbs in the Month of April....if I can hang in there that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be sending a list of what I eat each day to a friend who is helping me to stay accountable. It's a small thing, but it really helps a lot. It makes you pause when you reach for that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;candie&lt;/span&gt; bar and then suddenly remember the fact that she's going to see you cheat (shame on you!!!)  Besides, she's also on a diet, and I want her to be impressed by my incredible will power. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is in gear for it this time, which is a very good way for me to start.  So I have to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit up and running again so I can knock out a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opponents&lt;/span&gt;. Gotta build up that muscle you know, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm looking for some awesome nutritional supplements. There are so many kinds and name brands that it's overwhelming. I'm a fan of the TwinLab vitamins myself, but they run $30 for a bottle of specialized for women vitamins. A little steep. Does anyone want to share where they buy from, and the results of them using the products?  I  would love to hear the word of mouth information in this area, especially before I put down a lot of money in buying them. Anyway, I shall post my latest results each Monday to see what Progress I have made the prior week. No booing please...lol.  Let's just think of it as a group therapy session;)  Which is now over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all are having a good beginning to your week.  They're hinting at a couple days of sunshine coming our way in a few days, but it will possibly change by then (It's Oregon weather after all). Regardless, have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5276263968053992070?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5276263968053992070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5276263968053992070' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5276263968053992070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5276263968053992070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-on-wagon-again.html' title='Back on the wagon again'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5698735615738584964</id><published>2009-03-24T11:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:24:12.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I want to thank everyone for their sympathy and prayers for the Princess. She is feeling much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week starts our Spring Break, and I have to say that I am so very glad to be able to put aside homeschooling for a few weeks. I'm still feeling a bit worn out from being sick (in one way or another) for the past month, but I'm definitely not going to let that stop me from getting some of those long-delayed projects completed. Yesterday I went through our school room and purged it of unneeded items, including quite a bit of old curriculum. I'm hoping to put some of it on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;, but if all else fails it will make its way to the Goodwill. Either way, it has to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Princesses&lt;/span&gt; bedroom. She's at the stage (turning 7 in just a few months) where she is starting to turn to "big"girl toys. So the Princess-themed mega blocks, of which we have about 6 different sets, will also be going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;. I admit it's hard for me to give up these symbols of her younger childhood. Just as it's hard to believe my baby could be turning 7 years old soon. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me... I gave the Princess an old calender/date book from last year. She loves to pretend she's keeping track of her busy schedule with it. Anyway, she had marked down that her birthday was the 3rd of June, and our Anniversary was the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of June. She was showing it to me, when she suddenly paused and said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mommy, how did you have a baby before you were even married&lt;/span&gt;?" I was a little confused by the question, until she pointed out that the 3rd came before the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better get to work. Have a great day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5698735615738584964?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5698735615738584964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5698735615738584964' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5698735615738584964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5698735615738584964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6168455660765422502</id><published>2009-03-21T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:22:56.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor little Princess</title><content type='html'>The virus that has been making the rounds around here finally caught up with us this week. High fevers, sore throats, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;. The Princess was hit the worse, and she's been quite miserable. A few days ago her right ear started to hurt, and it got progressively worse. Last night she was up the whole night in so much pain, in spite of the fact that we were rotating Tylenol and Motrin every other hour. It just didn't seem to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took her to the Doctor this morning (yes, thank goodness they're open on Saturday; I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love &lt;/span&gt;our Pediatrician). It turns out that her eardrum had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;burst&lt;/span&gt;, which I suppose accounted for the orange liquid dripping out (sorry, I should have warned those of you who are a bit queasy). I feel SO bad for her. It's just awful when your little ones are sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6168455660765422502?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6168455660765422502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6168455660765422502' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6168455660765422502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6168455660765422502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-poor-little-princess.html' title='My poor little Princess'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1742971910134882498</id><published>2009-03-16T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:42:54.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Leprechaun Traps</title><content type='html'>My children worked quite industriously last night on their leprechaun traps. Here's the finished product:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_7ush6hQI/AAAAAAAABM4/ck6TUI2RR70/s1600-h/blog+pics+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_7ush6hQI/AAAAAAAABM4/ck6TUI2RR70/s320/blog+pics+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314242864966436098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Under the rainbow is a secret trap door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_3TDKp1XI/AAAAAAAABMg/eWZMDuPckos/s1600-h/blog+pics+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_3TDKp1XI/AAAAAAAABMg/eWZMDuPckos/s320/blog+pics+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237991960040818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A leprecaun trap done lego-style by the Artist. He put all kinds of goodies inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_2u4e3AKI/AAAAAAAABMQ/tAhpPrE7FpI/s1600-h/blog+pics+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_2u4e3AKI/AAAAAAAABMQ/tAhpPrE7FpI/s320/blog+pics+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237370616709282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is what we found this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_3ADn2c7I/AAAAAAAABMY/EAO6h77Lh9E/s1600-h/blog+pics+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_3ADn2c7I/AAAAAAAABMY/EAO6h77Lh9E/s400/blog+pics+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314237665664988082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the traps were leprechaun-free, but we could definitely tell someone had stopped by from the trail of footprints... A few things were missing, including a miniature bottle of shoe polish the Artist had fashioned and placed in his trap. And the gold coins in the traps were replaced with treats. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all rather mysterious&lt;/span&gt;...lol. My kids had so much fun with this, and are already talking about improvements in their designs for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg294/wafpaf/graphics/stpatricksday/stpatricksday27.gif" alt="&lt;span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1742971910134882498?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1742971910134882498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1742971910134882498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1742971910134882498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1742971910134882498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-leprechaun-traps.html' title='Our Leprechaun Traps'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/Sb_7ush6hQI/AAAAAAAABM4/ck6TUI2RR70/s72-c/blog+pics+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-4805696000947650774</id><published>2009-03-16T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:08:55.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ramblings of a confused mind</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that we're halfway through the month of March. Spring officially starts in just a few short days from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few weeks have been a bit of a haze to me. It's amazing how much you can function when you're sick. We're up to date in our school lessons, and my house even looks passably clean. But the days have seemed to pass in a bit of a blur. I promised I wouldn't talk about my tooth anymore (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) so I'll just say that the healing took much longer than planned, and was very painful. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all my talk about Spring break and how much I was looking forward to it? Well, I'm still looking forward to it;) I thought it was this week, only to find out it's still a week off... so it would seem I lost a week somewhere along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Saint Patrick's Day, and the kids are all abuzz with plans for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leprechaun&lt;/span&gt; traps. The Princess especially feels she has a good chance of catching one:)  We're all looking forward to the party we have planned. I will post pictures of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I would give a short update of what's going on at our house. Have a great Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-4805696000947650774?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/4805696000947650774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=4805696000947650774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4805696000947650774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4805696000947650774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/03/ramblings-of-confused-mind.html' title='The ramblings of a confused mind'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2102734657943415390</id><published>2009-03-10T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:04:02.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My dental adventure</title><content type='html'>If dental talk makes you queasy, you might want to skip this post,lol. Honestly, I'm only going to share a little. Because who&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt; wants to hear about another persons visit to the dentist? But just in case there &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; someone out there, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I said I was looking forward to my surgery (the pain would be over, ect.), I actually ended up so panicked that without my husband there by my side (at least in the waiting room) I would have cancelled it. I've never been so nervous before. I think it may have been because they kept repeatedly asking me if I wanted the laughing gas. I finally asked "You&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; are&lt;/span&gt; going to numb it, right?"  For some reason the receptionist just seemed to have it on her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned out the Dentist is actually a teacher at OHSU and was excellent at his job. He had it out in about 10 minutes. The other 20 minutes was spent regulating my blood pressure because it was going a little crazy;)  Like I said, I was a bit nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out, I felt surprisingly good. So much so that I decided to pick up a few things at the store, and wait to take the pain medication til afterwards. I have one word for my decision: really, really stupid!! Okay, that's three words, but who's counting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vicodin didn't help much, even after a double dose. So I was up all of Saturday night. I stayed home from church because I wouldn't have been any good there anyway.  And when I stood up the pain was definitely worse. Not to mention that my face was not as pretty as normal;) Because of the swelling and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be a good time to mention (now that you've hung in there this long) that because of the location of this particular tooth, when they took it out it left open a small hole leading to the sinus area. So that had to be closed off, resulting in stiches. I suspect that has something to do with the prolonged healing time. As well as the fact that my infection isn't completely gone yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I'm hoping to be feeling better by next week, just in time for Spring break. I have so many things I want to accomplish during that time, as well as taking the kids on some outings. I'm already praying for nice weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night and tonight we're attending special meetings at another church. Then the rest of the week we have our own Missions Conference to attend. That, combined with many projects to finish for homeschool, is definitely going to keep us busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive my lack of blog visiting. I'm hoping to make the rounds a little later today. But I thought I should let all interested parties know how things turned out. Hopefully this is the last you'll hear of my teeth for a while:)  Or at least that particular one,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2102734657943415390?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2102734657943415390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2102734657943415390' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2102734657943415390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2102734657943415390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-dental-adventure.html' title='My dental adventure'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5799849753821470830</id><published>2009-03-04T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:52:56.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just checking in</title><content type='html'>It would seem that I've taken a bit of a break from blogging. Nothing is wrong (just in case a few of you have wondered:).  We've just come to an extra busy time in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;  year. Spring break is in two weeks, and I want to have most of our projects done so I can actually enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also still dealing with a tooth infection. The pain is less&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; due to the antibiotic I'm taking, but I can definitely still feel it taxing my energy. I feel like I've been in a mental fog for the last few weeks. The antibiotic makes me feel a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; as well, but that's much better than pain;)  My oral surgery is this coming Saturday, so just a few more days to go. I'm looking forward to getting back to health after it's all over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, there's not much else going on. Other than our usual day-to-day activities. Which is fine with me. I like routine. It helps me to be able to function regardless of what else is going on in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably won't post again this week, unless I'm feeling especially inspired,lol. But I do plan to take time out to visit blogging friends, so I'll still be around. Have a great week~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5799849753821470830?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5799849753821470830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5799849753821470830' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5799849753821470830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5799849753821470830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-checking-in.html' title='Just checking in'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2698822716683967237</id><published>2009-02-23T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T09:07:19.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assorted Updates</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid I've been a bit neglectful of my blog lately. I could say that I've been extra busy, but then aren't we all? lol   I guess everything has it's season, and maybe blogging can be included in that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say how much I appreciate the kind words and prayers from all of you after my last blog post. As I said, the Artist tested negative for juvenile diabetes. The Doctor thinks perhaps it's  sensory issues. Which made me chuckle a bit, because I hadn't thought of that, despite the fact that I have some sensory problems myself. It's funny how something can be right in front of you and you don't even think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess has been put on an acid reducer for her stomach issues. The Doctor said it could take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weeks&lt;/span&gt; to start working. That seems a bit long to me. So I happened to be talking to my Pastor's Wife last night, and she told me about an all-natural aloe vera product that's formulated for stomach issues. So today I'll be going to a local health food store to see if this could be another alternative for her. I would much rather go with a natural product if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth infection is back, but thankfully my oral surgery is less than two weeks away. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I said thankfully.&lt;/span&gt; When a tooth gets painful enough, even oral surgery becomes appealing;)  My only fear is that the infection will keep the numbing agent from working, a problem I've had in the past. But you don't really want to hear about that, do you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side (literally), we Oregonians were blessed with several beautiful days this past weekend.  We were able to get some outside projects done, and just soak up some of that lovely fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we have two weeks of Spring break. To say I'm looking forward to it would be a definite understatement. But we have lots of work to do between now and then, including our state testing. So I better get back to work:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2698822716683967237?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2698822716683967237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2698822716683967237' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2698822716683967237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2698822716683967237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/02/assorted-updates_23.html' title='Assorted Updates'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3647048617316930020</id><published>2009-02-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:09:43.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Good News</title><content type='html'>In spite of the fact that we're heading to several Doctor appointments in just a little while, we did receive some good news yesterday. The Artist had gone in for some labs due to some worrying symptoms over the last few days. Our Pediatrician was concerned that he might have Juvenile Diabetes. Thankfully, the test came back negative. I was quite concerned due to the fact that one of my younger brothers has Juvenile Diabetes, and it is considered a hereditary disease. He still has to go in for a visit today, and hopefully we'll be able to figure out what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess has been getting sick to her stomach after eating for about 3 weeks now. She has stopped eating many of her favorite foods like bananas and peanut butter sandwiches. She's always been a very good eater, so I decided it's finally time to get her in for a visit as well. I suspect some sort of acid reflux issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get some time later to visit my blogging friends. These running around days seem to just fly by. Of course, all days seem to be like that to me anymore. Must be old age creeping up on me,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3647048617316930020?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3647048617316930020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3647048617316930020' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3647048617316930020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3647048617316930020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-good-news.html' title='Some Good News'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-491463014786709199</id><published>2009-02-16T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:14:20.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lovely day for Cleaning and Crafts</title><content type='html'>I honestly meant to post before now. Since today is a holiday, and therefore we are not having school, &lt;span&gt;technically&lt;/span&gt; I've had more freedom to do as I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as the sun began to shine later in the morning, and a cool breeze wafted in through the living room window, I was suddenly so invigorated that I've been cleaning non-stop ever since. These are&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; the jobs I've been carefully planning to do for the last week. For some reason all thought of those has gone completely out of my head. I look forward to our days off of school more than ever this year. So I usually have a list of all I want to accomplish for that time. But it would seem Spring cleaning has taken over instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; so foolish as to think that Spring is  really here, by the Calendar or otherwise. We Oregonians know that we have loads and loads of rain yet to come. Which is probably why we appreciate days like this so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a short update on what has been going on around here. On Valentines Eve hubby and I went to our church Valentine Banquet. My head had been aching severely all day, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to make it.  So I took a good dose of medicine, put on some muscle rub (which&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; does not&lt;/span&gt; have a very romantic smell by the way) and went anyhow. I felt like my eyes were a little cross-eyed from the pain, but I still had a great time. The food was superb (prime rib for hubby, chicken with some kind of yummy sauce for me). The table we sat at had some lovely people at it, and we did a good bit of joking and laughing. Then there was a play that was very well done. All in all, it was an enjoyable evening.  Grandma (hubby's mom) picked up the kids and dropped them off afterwards, bless her heart. It was an hours round-trip for her both times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would also post a few pics of the crafts we've done in the last week. Admittedly, they're more Spring than Winter-themed. But we had the supplies and the kids wanted to do them, so I went with the flow. Here's one of three bird houses that were put together and painted. The Artist did this particular one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZn87gh6q_I/AAAAAAAABLw/Bhggw0pUtko/s1600-h/blog+pics+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZn87gh6q_I/AAAAAAAABLw/Bhggw0pUtko/s320/blog+pics+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303548135480142834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We recycled our Christmas pine cones by putting peanut butter and birdseed on them, then hanging them from our tree in the front yard. I love the rainbow ribbon, it adds some nice color. Not that it will matter much to the birds;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZn9JWwjenI/AAAAAAAABL4/KJrJI_pqHFs/s1600-h/blog+pics+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZn9JWwjenI/AAAAAAAABL4/KJrJI_pqHFs/s320/blog+pics+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303548373375351410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And if you're wondering if we did any Valentine-themed crafts, the answer is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;. Those were abandoned because of my headache. I don't think my boys were at all disappointed though. The Princess and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; make a Valentine treat, which thrilled her little heart. Here's a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZpQe7Vg2kI/AAAAAAAABMA/gad1d71yqLI/s1600-h/blog+pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZpQe7Vg2kI/AAAAAAAABMA/gad1d71yqLI/s320/blog+pics+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303640003436403266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are simple layered jello cups, though &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; as simple as they seem. Making those chocolate hearts on the inside was a little tricky, I could barely get my hand inside of the cup. The kids thought they were great though. And that's what counts:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that my hubby bought me a box of the best dark chocolates I've ever tasted? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he did&lt;/span&gt;.  Fortunately I was able to stop after ingesting all the nut cluster varieties (which are simply irresistable) and am now at the point where my children are very willingly taking the other varieties off of my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful weekend~ I'll be stopping by :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-491463014786709199?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/491463014786709199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=491463014786709199' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/491463014786709199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/491463014786709199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/02/lovely-day-for-cleaning-and-crafts.html' title='A lovely day for Cleaning and Crafts'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZn87gh6q_I/AAAAAAAABLw/Bhggw0pUtko/s72-c/blog+pics+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6637836931325225835</id><published>2009-02-12T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:14:43.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost art of letter writing</title><content type='html'>In this day of email and text-messaging, how many letters have you received lately?  I know for myself, the answer would be very few.  Everyone seems to prefer instant messaging or grabbing the cell phone (which some people seem to virtually live on)  and talking/texting their friends. I can't imagine very many of those messages are saved and/or treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a girl, I used to keep every little note or card that I received, regardless of who it was from. I suppose I'm dating myself when I say it was a common practice back then,lol. But I treasured those communications and read them often. I guess because it meant someone took the time to think about me and write that special message for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I realize that letter writing is not totally exstinc, but ask yourself how many you've written in the last month, or received. I bet you can count the number on one hand. And no counting those yearly xeroxed Christmas letters... we're not exactly talking personal there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of my goals for the New Year is to write more letters to a variety of different people. Some of them will be to extended family, but many will be to others who have had an influence on my family in some small way, as well as to the elderly in our church family. I have a feeling they would especially appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal for the year is 100 letters, which evens out to about 10 a month for the rest of the year. Which is really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that many, once you sit down and get started. To help myself with this, I picked up this journal to keep track of the people I write to. I have my first ten already listed, with my goal being to have those written by the end of February. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZQ7dSnHGRI/AAAAAAAABLo/1dE3VwgBk78/s1600-h/blog+pics+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZQ7dSnHGRI/AAAAAAAABLo/1dE3VwgBk78/s320/blog+pics+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301928035720042770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to challenge my fellow bloggers to do the same. I know many of you listed this same goal in your beginning of the year resolutions.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; How are you doing on that?&lt;/span&gt;  lol  Don't  you hate it when people check back on those resolutions?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember, your notes don't have to be especially long, though mine do tend to be so. Kind of like the comments I leave all over the blog-world; some people have even hinted that I'm a tad bit long-winded;) I won't mention any names, but you know who you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to give an update on my progress periodically to help keep myself accountable. So anyone who would like to join me in that way is free to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6637836931325225835?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6637836931325225835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6637836931325225835' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6637836931325225835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6637836931325225835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/02/lost-art-of-letter-writing.html' title='The lost art of letter writing'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SZQ7dSnHGRI/AAAAAAAABLo/1dE3VwgBk78/s72-c/blog+pics+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-4828492409395977276</id><published>2009-02-09T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:42:51.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assorted Updates</title><content type='html'>It's been a few days since I've posted here. I meant to post several times, but life has simply overtook me, in a good way.  So this post is basically an accumulation of the odds and ends that have been keeping us busy in the last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, the kids and I were able to take part in a Science Lab Day sponsored by George Fox University. Despite the fact that it was an approximately 2 hour round-trip, I really didn't want to miss this opportunity. We have a few fun things when it comes to Science supplies, but to be able to go to a real lab was a treat. They had one of their instructors, plus a biologist, who asked some questions and did some basic explaining. Then we spent the rest of the time visiting about 20 different experiment stations dealing with the subject matter of plants and the human body. It was somewhat humorous when the instructor commented that they had just about everything in their lab, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cadavers&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the kids didn't recognize the term, but it produced some funny reactions from a few of the adults. And then there was the parent who went searching for ice cubes in the fridge, only to find it full of a variety of dead animals...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  The lab was a nice diversion from our regular school week, and it counts for quite a few of our science projects as well. The artist especially enjoyed the many skeletons hanging around (literally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has been working Saturdays quite often lately.  While I definitely appreciate the fact that it's a blessing to have a job in these tough times, and overtime on top of that, I do miss getting to see him on the weekends, and quite a few projects had been stacking up.  Not the least of which was my clothes dryer. For the last few weeks I've been drying very small loads for about twice the time they should take. Needless to say, the laundry has been stacking up a bit. It's funny in a way, because laundry is one of my favorite jobs. I absolutely love the look and smell of clean clothes (though I don't care much for  ironing). Anyway, I was ready to start looking for a new one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;-style.  But my Hubby pulled everything apart, and it turned out to be a clogged pipe. Now it's running better than ever, and I feel like I do indeed have a new dryer; so you know what I'll be doing for the next few day;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My upright freezer was having issues as well. A section of the seal on the door had come off and was causing some major ice build-up. So that was defrosted and cleaned out this weekend. I am planning on giving the bi-weekly freezer meal plan a try (more on that in the next few days) so I'm quite happy to have it all ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my yearly stocking up shopping at Costco on Saturday. I look forward to doing this each year because it saves me so much in the long run. I calculated one of the spice mixes I've been buying in small amounts from the store only to realize that buying the same thing at Costco was a $16 dollar savings!  I rarely pay full price for anything at the regular store, but even on sale it was still an $8 dollar difference. Now to find somewhere to put all my mega-size assorted boxes. I guess that's a good problem to have though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening we'll be going to our gleaner's warehouse to both work our monthly allotted time, and to pick up two weeks worth of food and miscellaneous items. I look forward to our pick-ups, but it still is a little overwhelming to take care of it all when we get home. Our branch gets quite a bit of produce and fruit donated, which is a great blessing. The challenge is that while quite a lot of it is in good shape, it still needs to be either eaten or repackaged within 24 hours to take full advantage of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I will eventually have to touch on the weight-loss issue, so I might as well get that over with.  I did in fact lose 1 (and only 1) pound in the last week. But I suspicion I gained it back yesterday due to the fact that I ate a delicious (and no doubt high-calorie) meal at my mother-in-law's after Church. Add to that the strawberry-rhubarb pie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; mode I devoured at Shari's last night while visiting with my friend Mrs.Darling..;) I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; working out more, so hopefully I'm getting more fit, even if the pounds aren't dropping off as quickly as I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid this is a somewhat mundane post, but it's all I've got right now. I do plan to stop by my favorite blogs a little later, so POST people!!  Only because I'm nosy and I want to know what you all are up to,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-4828492409395977276?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/4828492409395977276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=4828492409395977276' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4828492409395977276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4828492409395977276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/02/assorted-updates.html' title='Assorted Updates'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-4119161399001607591</id><published>2009-02-04T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T08:37:31.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My take on the Letter "K"</title><content type='html'>My good blogging friend &lt;a href="http://everythingandinbetween.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged.html"&gt;Frasypoo&lt;/a&gt; has assigned me the letter "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;"  in an alphabet meme.  As she put it: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to assign you the letter k as you are a great mom and k stands for kids.&lt;/span&gt;" Thank you for the compliment Frasy, I couldn't ask for a nicer one:)  So on to the letter K:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm crazy about my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt;. I wouldn't trade being my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kids&lt;/span&gt;mom for anything in this world.  I bet you didn't know that..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you had asked me what I wanted to be "when I grew up" in my younger years, right after a mother (of course) I would have said a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kindergarten&lt;/span&gt; teacher. It might have had something to do with Lady Diana Spencer and her seemingly fairytale romance. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Possibly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I was born in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kosciousko&lt;/span&gt; County. It's a Polish name which is only spelled correctly by those who have actually lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Ketchup. &lt;/span&gt;Yes, I know it's full of sugar, but I use it on only a few things. But on those few things, I use it in &lt;span&gt;great volume&lt;/span&gt;.  As in "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you like a few fries with your ketchup?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I also love&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kidney&lt;/span&gt; beans.  Which fact surely balances out the ketchup nutrition-wise. I'll eat them thrown into just about anything. And two of my children will even eat them plain just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) My favorite department store? That would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kohl's.&lt;/span&gt; If I'm lucky, I get there about 3-4 times a year.  That's big-time shopping for me;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I love my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King James Bible &lt;/span&gt;with it's wonderful&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; King's&lt;/span&gt; English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I've loved the names &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kara&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kaitlyn &lt;/span&gt;(spelled with a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt; no less)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;since I was a little girl. They are lovely Irish names. My daughter would have been named Kaitlyn except that it suddenly had a huge surge in popularity the year before she was born. I didn't want to one day call her name in the store, and have ten different little girls come running. If she had been a twin, I would have used it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I've never been called a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; know-it-all &lt;/span&gt;or&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; knucklehead,&lt;/span&gt; but I've had a few people tell me that I'm a little&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kooky&lt;/span&gt;, lol.  Even I agree with that:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Have I mentioned yet that I really love my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Kids&lt;/span&gt;?  I thought so, but I'm grasping for straws here..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that ends today's edition of the Letter&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "K".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag anyone, but I am expecting a few volunteers (hint,hint). If you'd like to give it a try, let me know in the comments and I'll assign you a letter. It was actually&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kind&lt;/span&gt; of fun:)  See, I'm on a roll...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Here's the link to&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2009/02/letter-n.html"&gt; Niki's &lt;/a&gt;letter "N" and&lt;a href="http://jfrogster.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-for-otherwise-boring-post.html"&gt; Jeanette's &lt;/a&gt;letter "F".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-4119161399001607591?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/4119161399001607591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=4119161399001607591' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4119161399001607591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4119161399001607591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-take-on-letter-k.html' title='My take on the Letter &quot;K&quot;'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6097647436265130729</id><published>2009-02-03T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:19:07.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Giveaway...</title><content type='html'>No, I'm not back at it again (at least not yet;).&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kristy over at&lt;a href="http://homemakerscottage.blogspot.com/2009/01/give-away-x3.html"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homemaker's Cottage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is giving away a copy of the recently released movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fireproof.&lt;/span&gt;  I've been hearing some very good things about this film, although I haven't seen it yet myself (I plan to remedy that very soon). So stop by her blog for a chance to win this great giveaway. **Hurry, this contest ends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;! I think my sidebar didn't update for a little while last week; this post is one of many posts I seemed to have missed throughout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blog-land&lt;/span&gt;.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6097647436265130729?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6097647436265130729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6097647436265130729' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6097647436265130729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6097647436265130729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-giveaway.html' title='Another Giveaway...'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2831122941342215590</id><published>2009-02-02T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:17:17.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner is...</title><content type='html'>Please forgive me for getting to this so late in the day. I've been gone nearly 8 hours to attend the Professor's last basketball game for this school year.  It's the best excuse I can come up with;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further ado,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the winner is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please email me your address (mykidsmom.greengables@gmail.com) and I will send your book out within the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who entered, and to those who linked to this giveaway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2831122941342215590?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2831122941342215590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2831122941342215590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2831122941342215590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2831122941342215590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner is...'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1005159226002638862</id><published>2009-01-31T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:20:21.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine Cookies</title><content type='html'>I feel a definite need for some lighter subject matter after my last blog post. Something I find very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt; myself is baking cookies, especially if the Princess is by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's officially February (can you believe it?) I thought we'd try out a Valentine recipe. This time I did make the recipe just as listed, and they had a very nice flavor. These are relatively easy for the kids to make. I used the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pink frosting &lt;/span&gt;(referenced in the recipe) to top these with, but be sure to read the comments concerning the salt and such. Overall, I was quite happy with how they turned out.   Here's the link:&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Easy-Valentine-Sandwich-Cookies/Detail.aspx?prop31=10"&gt; Easy Valentine Sandwich Cookies.&lt;/a&gt; *EDIT: The red drizzle is from chocolate candy melts. I thought it added a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SYS0lNVuEOI/AAAAAAAABLY/JvRoKwebwLs/s1600-h/blog+pics+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SYS0lNVuEOI/AAAAAAAABLY/JvRoKwebwLs/s400/blog+pics+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297557613023465698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EDIT: So I thought it was the first day of February today... my family will eat them anyway:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1005159226002638862?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1005159226002638862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1005159226002638862' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1005159226002638862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1005159226002638862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentine-cookies.html' title='Valentine Cookies'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SYS0lNVuEOI/AAAAAAAABLY/JvRoKwebwLs/s72-c/blog+pics+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7981317881145648385</id><published>2009-01-30T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:08:52.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Pride and Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt; is an interesting thing.  A friend and I had a conversation about this very subject the other day. As is usual for me, I thought about it over the next few days, asking myself this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;question&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just what area does my own pride display itself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm proud of my husband&lt;/span&gt;. He's a very hard-working man. Up until a year ago, he worked two jobs on a regular basis, so I could stay home with my kids. Not all men would do that; not all men &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; do that. But it's definitely one of the things I appreciate about him. I dare say he's a better husband than I deserve (you've never had to live with me,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;).  But then, good husbands are not completely rare. Though at the rate modern women are going with the live-in boyfriend route, husbands at all are getting to be a thing of the past. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sad, but true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm proud of my kids.&lt;/span&gt; They're wonderful little people, if I do say so myself;)  They make life more enjoyable than any other entertainment I know. But they have their faults (though I can't think of a one at this particular moment,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;). Once in a while they do something that makes my mouth drop open and I think&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I've trained you better than that!&lt;/span&gt;  If you were honest, you'd have to say the same thing, unless you birthed little robots:)  So I don't think I'm overly-prideful in that particular area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm proud to be a Christian&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(meaning&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a follower of Jesus Christ, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a crazy maniac or terrorist doing horrible acts in the name of "God"&lt;/span&gt;) I know all too well that this is an area that many others far surpass me in.  I can truthfully say I find &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;great joy&lt;/span&gt; in knowing God, great peace and assurance in knowing He's there to help me through anything life brings my way. My faith is not a "crutch", as some educated (but sadly ignorant) people would have the world believe. Knowing Christ brings a happiness that the World can't even come close to matching. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe all of that. &lt;/span&gt;And I suppose that very fact could make it hard for some people to understand why I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; a far better Christian than I am.  I struggle with being a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well-balanced&lt;/span&gt; Christian. Once I seemingly "master" an area of the Christian life, another area seems to falter. Again, I suppose we all have this struggle to one degree or another. But for the most part, my own lacking in this area keeps me from judging others through a sense of having "arrived"; which honor I'm quite sure I won't be able to claim until I stand face-to-face with Jesus one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible that I myself have no area in which Pride shows itself? I only&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; wish&lt;/span&gt; I could say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my pride is hidden where no one else can see it. Deep inside where only I know it exists. It's a set of standards that I only hold myself to. I would&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; never&lt;/span&gt; expect others to abide by them.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't want anyone to confuse these standards with beliefs in dress, conduct, or Christian living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to deliver a bombshell: I am&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; strongly conservative...&lt;/span&gt; I know, shocking isn't it?  And a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Christian to boot;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is there any hope for me?;)  &lt;/span&gt;While I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; believe the standards I choose to live by make me any better than anyone else, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; believe teaching them to my children will make a difference in the long run, especially when it comes to future choices they will have to make.  And while I care about other people's children in general (I admit I for the most part like kids better than adults), my own children are the ones that I pour my energy and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lifes&lt;/span&gt;-breath into.  They are my chance to make this country (hopefully) a more moral and God-fearing people in the future.  If that sounds prideful, then maybe we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to have a little more pride in some things.  Just a thought..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; There is definitely some virtue in living life on the positive side. I think everyone for the most part would rather be around someone who does so.  When I'm around a negative person, it just wears me out.  There are enough troubles in the average life that most of us don't need someone to list them out for us.  We can manage that ourselves, thank you very much.  Yet all of us are human, and as much as we might like others to think differently, we struggle with our frailties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six years ago when I gave birth to my daughter, I believed her birth was more than the average miracle of birth.  I have talked about some of the things I went through during that time in my &lt;a href="http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/search/label/pregnancy"&gt;HG&lt;/a&gt; posts, but I just haven't had the energy to finish the series up yet.  Some of the memories of that time are still a little difficult to think about, if I can even manage to recall them out of the mental fog that surrounded me during much of that time.  I recently was brought face-to-face with some of those memories when I heard of the death of Miss World. I'm not a beauty pageant follower myself, it was completely a fluke that I read about it at all. She went from being a fast rising star(after all, she was Miss World) to succumbing to septicemia in a matter of weeks. When I read this, it made me sick to my stomach.  On the one hand, watching anyone go from a full and healthy life, to the slow dying off of their limbs, to finally end in death is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;horrible&lt;/span&gt; thing.  I can't even imagine what those who loved and cared for her are going through. It definitely made me stop and think about the frailness of life. As the Bible puts it "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our life is but a vapor&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to admit that my human thinking struggles at times with understanding why some lives are cut short, while others are allowed to go on, sometimes rendering terrible acts in their wake. Why don't serial killers and cruel child molesters fall dead from a heart attack, instead of people who have so much yet to give? And while I'm at it, why do unborn babies die by the minute, while so many struggle to have a child themselves? As I said, this is my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; human &lt;/span&gt;thinking. I like to think that I'll ask God these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;questions&lt;/span&gt; one day in heaven, but I have a feeling that when that day comes, I'll get side-tracked with other things.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  But I digress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young ladies death brought to my mind the fact that I myself not only contracted septicemia during my last pregnancy, I had it a total of 4 times.  In one of those cases, they simply thought it was panic attacks from the extreme conditions my body had to endure, and so it got to a dangerous level before it was caught and treated.  By then I was having spells where my whole body would shake with tremors for 15 to 20 minutes at a time, and when it finally ended I felt like I had been beaten up.  I wasn't sure what was happening because I was, as previously stated, in a mental fog much of the time.  And my Doctor, not to mention those poor nurses at the hospital, just didn't know quite what to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is the case with my pregnancies, after the birth of my daughter, everything went back to normal. The severe 24-7 nausea went away, I was able to sleep more than 3 hours a day, no more feeding tubes, no more shots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Zophran&lt;/span&gt;, my body could once again digest food.  The whole ordeal was over, and I had a perfect 7 lb, 3 oz (at almost 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wks&lt;/span&gt; early) red-headed little angel to show for it.  While I can't say I quickly forgot all that we had gone through, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; say that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't look at her in complete wonder, with the feeling that it was completely worth it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Absolutely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go back to normal, at least not down below the surface of things.  And I've spent years telling myself that I should be able to do, and accomplish, and give more than I do.  Not only telling myself, but resenting myself somewhat for my inability to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly expected after (too many times to count) being severely dehydrated, four blood infections, a myriad of drugs (one experimental for pregnant women) being injected and my body being utterly depleted (including severe damage in the dental area), to simply go back to life.  After all, they say it only takes 2 years to fully recover from a pregnancy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And herein is where my pride lies: I have told myself it's for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the good of my family&lt;/span&gt; that I don't give in to problematic health.  That it's&lt;span&gt; because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm such a good little stay-at-home mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me insert here that I don't think you should&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; completely&lt;/span&gt; give in to bad health.  As appealing as the thought may be at times to lay in bed all day, when you have responsibilities you sometimes have to pull yourself up by the bootstraps and get things done. Working through pain and discomfort can be good for a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't simply&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ignore&lt;/span&gt; health issues either. That usually is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a route for causing them to simply go away, as convenient as that would be. And worrying about what other people will think is really a waste of energy that would be better used elsewhere. It&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; something that I personally do, but at 37 years of age I really should be over it at this point, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; think and say things.  A few months ago, I was having a conversation with another lady concerning a particular health issue. When I mentioned that I was presently taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;flexeril&lt;/span&gt; (a muscle relaxant) to help with my neck pain, she promptly proceeded to drill me on how addicting that could be, and that before I knew it I would be completely steeped in the world of drugs.  She was enjoying her tirade so much, I hadn't the heart to tell her I haven't met a prescription drug yet that doesn't have some negative side effect to it.  If it's non-drowsy, it makes me drowsy.  If it's supposed to help you sleep, it gives me nervous energy. If it's to take away a migraine, it makes me so sick to my stomach I'd rather suffer the migraine. Birth control makes me as sick as being pregnant does (with no bonus baby as a by-product) and one drug they gave me while I was pregnant caused hallucinations (and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not &lt;/span&gt;the nice kind either). They evidently forgot to tell me that can  happen to those allergic to the drug.  Who knew;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think part of why I struggle with this whole issue is due to the fact that I've always had a great interest in health. One of my favorite teachers at college was an RN. Her classes were enthralling (regardless of the subject matter) but I especially enjoyed her classes regarding health. It is largely due to the things that I learned in her class in those days, that led me to get help with my cystic ovarian disease. With the end result that I was able to have children after years of trying. I, along with my willing husband, also made many dietary changes. Nothing drastic, just little things like eating brown rice instead of white, eating less red meat (not too hard when your grocery budget is $20; we were poor college students;). We were never junk food junkies so to speak. But I started paying even more attention to what went in my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, when I registered for college, I didn't even have a Doctor to write down as a referring Physician. I hadn't been to one in six years. While I was a little underweight (genetics that obviously deserted me after I had my babies) I must have been relatively healthy. I never even had a headache... hard to believe with all the migraines I've been plagued with in recent years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so in many ways, I thought that I had the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt; to control my health. Which in a way is true, to some extent. But obviously&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I rambling on and on? I'm asking myself that question as well. Since the beginning of December I've been fighting one infection or another. I've been through the antibiotics, OTC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; (which are mostly useless) multiple prescriptions, and LOADS of vitamin C, mint tea, and Chicken soup (which I'm convinced is more beneficial than the OTC &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.) And during it all I've been getting very little sleep; that one ingredient that makes such a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; huge&lt;/span&gt; difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have&lt;/span&gt; been doing quite well on the homeschooling front. My boys are halfway through this years curriculum (and more), and I've been able to make a few breakthroughs with the Princess as well. I can honestly say this area hasn't suffered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't been a "&lt;span&gt;mean mommy&lt;/span&gt;" either. If anything, I've worked harder at spending time with my kids, and getting in more discussions and activities with them. I want these days to be wonderful memories for them in the future, and I'm definitely not willing to blow that because I feel a bit crummy. Not that I'm never a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; little &lt;/span&gt;cranky...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the best explanation for this post is that it's the end result of a difficult week. Maybe a difficult month even. And mentally it's taken a toll. I will admit that I've always struggle a little with melancholy and, dare I say it,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; depression&lt;/span&gt;.  Which some people would be very surprised at because I am generally a very happy person, and I think that it shows. I am very sincere in my happiness, I couldn't fake it if I wanted to (I'm an incredibly&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; terrible&lt;/span&gt; actress). But I have my times where I get so low, that I seriously wonder if I were not a Christian, what would be the end result?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that much of it has to do with hormones because, for the most part, regular sickness doesn't get me down. Migraines, sleep issues, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt; are things that I've learned to work with. But hormones are not so easily dealt with. In my own experience, I find that I simply have to wait them out, forcing myself to live one day at a time. Reminding myself &lt;span&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this too shall pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly used to think that being melancholy or depressed was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinful&lt;/span&gt; thing. Largely because I heard it said so many times that being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;continually joyful&lt;/span&gt; was a natural &lt;span&gt;by-product&lt;/span&gt; of being a Christian. I really struggled with this issue. I wondered how I could be so ungrateful to God for all the things he had done in my life, not the least of which was my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I met a wise woman who taught me that I didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; have to be joyful&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt; every moment of life (because honestly, none of us are) but that I should be joyful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in spite of &lt;/span&gt;what I was going through at the time. You might not think there's a difference, but there really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;. And my over-active conscience (if a person can have such a thing,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I &lt;/span&gt;definitely do) was finally lifted of an incredible load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still struggle with that sense of despair from time to time. I know it's fleeting though, and I know that even in the midst of it, I can look around me and feel how blessed I am. To borrow a phrase from my dear friend Mrs.Darling (who borrowed it from the Bible I might add:) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; always&lt;/span&gt; have, but because I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; choose&lt;/span&gt; to believe so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post started out talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;, and I suppose that the pride I meant to confess was my own belief that I can do and manage everything&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in my own strength&lt;/span&gt;. My children can be taught and fed, my home can be perfectly clean and organized, my husband can be the most happy of all men: only to realize that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I utterly fall on my face&lt;/span&gt; when I try to do it in my own strength.  It really doesn't matter if anyone can see this or not. I know it in my own heart. And that's enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've written a few posts like this, which for me is much too brutally honest and revealing. Though for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt; it would be just a regular run-of-the-mill post. I usually delete them, especially once the time is past when I feel the emotion that goes into it. Last night I suffered through most of the night with a particularly horrible migraine. As I struggled to keep my medicine down, I determined that I would indeed post this after all. Maybe it will help someone who struggles with these same feelings. I honestly am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; looking for sympathy or pity. Both tend to embarrass me and send me running in the opposite direction. I have no doubt that by Monday I will be completely on top-side, especially since Hubby will be home with us this weekend, and of course there's Church on Sunday. So for my few blogging friends that tend to worry about me (while I return the favor) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne&lt;/span&gt; would say, for a small amount of time this week, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I've been in the depths of despair."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You KNOW I had to tie my giveaway in here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. If you haven't yet entered My&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anne of Green Gables Treasury Giveaway&lt;/span&gt;, please do so &lt;a href="http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/300th-post-giveaway-anne-of-green.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Nikki (Notes; because I actually have 3 blogging friends name Nikki) says she is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; expecting&lt;/span&gt; to win, but I of course play fair... most of the time anyways,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. And PLEASE let me know if you linked to this giveaway from your blog so I can count you 2 times (yes Nikki, I know you did:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy, healthy weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7981317881145648385?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7981317881145648385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7981317881145648385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7981317881145648385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7981317881145648385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-on-pride-and-health.html' title='Thoughts on Pride and Health'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7982929219405780330</id><published>2009-01-29T14:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:26:22.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela's Handwriting Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2009/01/informal-poll.html"&gt;Nikki&lt;/a&gt; seems to have set something in motion with her post on the soon-to-be-lost art of handwriting.  Now her cousin, &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/2009/01/handwriting-challenge.html"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wants her fellow bloggers to prove that they can indeed manage a few words without the aid of a keyboard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm up to that challenge&lt;/span&gt;.  I tried to keep it short, but you know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SYIpYdqWEMI/AAAAAAAABLQ/S0lylEjdjU4/s1600-h/tread+mill+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SYIpYdqWEMI/AAAAAAAABLQ/S0lylEjdjU4/s400/tread+mill+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296841611996958914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7982929219405780330?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7982929219405780330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7982929219405780330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7982929219405780330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7982929219405780330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/angelas-handwriting-challenge.html' title='Angela&apos;s Handwriting Challenge'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SYIpYdqWEMI/AAAAAAAABLQ/S0lylEjdjU4/s72-c/tread+mill+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5340266441876979802</id><published>2009-01-27T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T22:16:05.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Almost) Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Have I ever mentioned we tried raising chickens?  They sure were cute at the start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SX_1oXF3f6I/AAAAAAAABLI/5_xWG7OJAnQ/s1600-h/Copy+%282%29+of+rebekah+and+chickens+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SX_1oXF3f6I/AAAAAAAABLI/5_xWG7OJAnQ/s400/Copy+%282%29+of+rebekah+and+chickens+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296221760553189282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Wordless Wednesday pics, stop by &lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5442/wordless-wednesday-nursing/"&gt;5 minutes for Mom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5340266441876979802?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5340266441876979802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5340266441876979802' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5340266441876979802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5340266441876979802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/almost-wordless-wednesday.html' title='(Almost) Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SX_1oXF3f6I/AAAAAAAABLI/5_xWG7OJAnQ/s72-c/Copy+%282%29+of+rebekah+and+chickens+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-513928004251310140</id><published>2009-01-25T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T14:17:49.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>300th Post Giveaway- The Anne of Green Gables Treasury</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe I've come up with that many posts. I'm amazed I've stuck with blogging this long; I really didn't plan to do it for the long term. I consider myself a very private person, and blogging isn't exactly private, is it? ;) At least once a month I consider closing shop. But I enjoy  having a record of our family happenings. And I've met some lovely people along the way. Those two things are the best reasons I have for continuing to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SX1Tx9UGvzI/AAAAAAAABK8/VOIANaNb18o/s1600-h/tread+mill+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SX1Tx9UGvzI/AAAAAAAABK8/VOIANaNb18o/s400/tread+mill+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295480854595157810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So in honor of my 300th post, I'm giving away &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anne of Green Gable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treasury&lt;/span&gt;. Here is a write-up on this book: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In 1908, L. M. Montgomery's classic Anne of Green Gables introduced the charming and memorable Anne Shirley to readers and immortalized scenic Prince Edward Island through the eyes of this unforgettable character. In this lavishly illustrated volume, you can enter the world of Green Gables and bring that world into your own. Learn to prepare an Anne tea party complete with easy recipes Anne would have made; transform your garden into one just like Anne's; learn about Victorian flower language; recreate handicrafts from the Anne books -- sachets, pressed flowers, Anne's flowered hat, and many more; discover details about Anne's day-to-day life at Green Gables as well as what was happening in the real world at the turn of the twentieth century. This special edition features a specially-designed Anne Tour of Prince Edward Island, with four itineraries shaped to different aspects of the Anne experience, so that you will not miss a single site on your trip to the world of Anne of Green Gables! Maps, photographs, even floor plans of Green Gables bring Anne's World to life. A short biography of Anne's creator, L. M. Montgomery, is included along with synopses of all the Anne books. Sprinkled throughout the text are quotations from the Anne books set against more than 150 full-color reproductions of original paintings and sketches, all thoroughly researched and authenticated. Even the page borders have been adapted from wallpaper of the period. For everyone who has read and loved the Anne books, The Anne of Green Gables Treasury recreates Anne's world, brings a magical time and place to life and celebrates 100 years of one of the world's most beloved characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do to enter this contest is leave your name in my comment area. Please also leave an email address where I can locate you in case you win. If you would like to be entered a second time, simply mention my giveaway in one of your posts. You will then be entered twice.. lucky you!:) I will be announcing the winner 1 week from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-513928004251310140?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/513928004251310140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=513928004251310140' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/513928004251310140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/513928004251310140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/300th-post-giveaway-anne-of-green.html' title='300th Post Giveaway- The Anne of Green Gables Treasury'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SX1Tx9UGvzI/AAAAAAAABK8/VOIANaNb18o/s72-c/tread+mill+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-4145230405551020377</id><published>2009-01-22T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:49:04.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss Week #2  AND a GIVEAWAY!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, in spite of the word&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; loss&lt;/span&gt; in this post title, I didn't lose&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; any&lt;/span&gt; weight this week.  Yes, I kept to  my diet, and have more sore muscles than I thought possible, but still didn't lose even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half&lt;/span&gt; a pound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect two things are at the root of this. 1) A friend shared her knowledge gained from watching the show &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The biggest Loser &lt;/span&gt;(I guess TV &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; teach you a few good things;) and said that no doubt my muscles are holding water because of the workout they've gotten from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; exercise routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense that they would get back at me in this way, because I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; in my life have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; incredibly sore!  I really am pacing myself. But doing things like the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; hula hoop&lt;/span&gt; at my stage of life is just shocking to the system,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as the eating part goes, I admit that I probably cut too many calories in the beginning. Once you start to write your food intake down (which I highly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt;) you begin to see all the little odds and ends that creep into your eating.  A bite of this, a bit of that.  It all adds up rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second culprit is that my monthly *visitor* is here (I know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;much information&lt;/span&gt;; but we're all girls here.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;) and it always adds 2-3 lbs to my weight. Which means I probably &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; lose a pound or more, but it won't actually show up until next week. So I'm hoping to see all my hard work pay off then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd mention a few things I do that help me to stick to my diet. 1) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lots of snacks.&lt;/span&gt;  When  I've dieted in the past, ALL I could think about was food, food, food.  I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obsessively&lt;/span&gt;. From the moment I woke up (around thinking of other things of course) until I went to bed.  And in the evening when the kiddies were all tucked in bed was when food would call to me the loudest.  If a diet doesn't allow snacks, it's 10 x harder for me to follow.  But if I allow myself snacks whenever I please, it's completely manageable. It might not work for you, but it does for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite diet (and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;non-diet&lt;/span&gt;) snacks: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raw&lt;/span&gt; almonds&lt;/span&gt;.  A few diets ago, I started to realize that my low-fat dieting wasn't just cutting out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; fat, but the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; fat as well.  I don't just want to be thin and fit (with emphasis on the fit) I also want to be&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; healthy.  &lt;/span&gt;I still eat low-fat cheese, ice-cream &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but I make sure that I have a good balance going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the almonds. Costco has a big 3lb bag of these at a good price, so you don't have to go to an expensive health food store and put out a lot of money.  Unless you don't have a Costco nearby; in which case,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I just feel plain sorry for you. &lt;/span&gt; This is also a great snack for the kids. And it's good for them to learn to like them in the raw form, not processed with loads of salt and seasonings. Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also eating lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baked apples.&lt;/span&gt;  It's a great way to help curb that urge for something sweet. Just slice it up (in it's whole form it takes much longer to cook) and sprinkle with cinnamon.  Then bake @400 degrees for about 20 minutes. It's like apple pie without the crust:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I crave sweets especially bad this time of the month, so I will most likely let myself have a little cheat snack sometime today. You tend to appreciate those more when they're rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Drink, drink, drink&lt;/span&gt;.  Okay, so we all know we should drink lots of water, diet or no diet.  It does the body good.  But it also helps curb your appetite.  So I drink an 8 oz of water before each meal or snack.  It doesn't take away my appetite, but I usually get full much quicker.  And for a low-fat (though not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;neccesarily&lt;/span&gt; super-healthy) occasional appetite curb, drink a cup of hot chocolate. The diet version has only&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 25 calories&lt;/span&gt;. I admit I always add a little bit of Irish Cream syrup to mine; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I'm Irish&lt;/span&gt;... you'll have to come up with your own excuse for doing it,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of you who said you wanted to jump on board with me for the next month in my weight loss challenge, go ahead and leave a comment with your weight loss for the week. Or lack of weight loss if you're like me:)  If you're eating better, drinking more water, and exercising, it's really still a win-win situation regardless of whether you lost anything this week.  And I'll just keep telling myself that...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GIVEAWAY... &lt;/span&gt;A real-life friend of mine (goes to my church in fact; which I guess would make it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; church&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) is having a giveaway on her newest blog &lt;a href="http://scrapfrog.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentines-contest-win-customized-room.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Scrappy Frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (cute name, huh? I'm telling ya, this girl&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; frogs).  Though I own none of&lt;a href="http://jfrogster.blogspot.com/"&gt; Jeanette's&lt;/a&gt; artwork myself (hint, hint)  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; been able to view it at several baby showers. She produces adorable items in a wide variety of styles. So if you're looking for some excellent artwork for your kiddies room, she's the one to go to.  She is giving away some original artwork (made to order) in this contest, and eventually hoping to sell online. So stop by her blog and sign up. And tell her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mykidsmom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sent you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  And now I sound like a television commercial&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-4145230405551020377?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/4145230405551020377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=4145230405551020377' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4145230405551020377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4145230405551020377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/weight-loss-week-2-and-giveaway.html' title='Weight Loss Week #2  AND a GIVEAWAY!!!'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3970390948553715619</id><published>2009-01-21T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T06:16:59.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXbB3vhbs2I/AAAAAAAABJI/PMsidzec210/s1600-h/family+stuff+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXbB3vhbs2I/AAAAAAAABJI/PMsidzec210/s400/family+stuff+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293631575414256482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Wordless Wednesdays pics, check out&lt;a href="http://www.5minutesformom.com/5396/wordless-wednesday-a-canadian-moment/"&gt; 5 minutes for mom.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3970390948553715619?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3970390948553715619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3970390948553715619' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3970390948553715619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3970390948553715619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXbB3vhbs2I/AAAAAAAABJI/PMsidzec210/s72-c/family+stuff+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7784245321944705660</id><published>2009-01-19T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:47:29.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My creative talent revealed</title><content type='html'>This post title is meant to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humorous&lt;/span&gt;.  There are a few things I am mildly good at, but being creative &lt;span&gt;in a crafty way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; one of them.  I think it's just my sheer determination to get things done when an idea occurs to me, that then pushes me through to coming up with something. If that makes any sense, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please do&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; be brutally honest. My fragile (creative) ego can't handle it;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago I mentioned my need for some decor for my school room/family room that I just repainted (er.. hubby did the painting; I did the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;directing&lt;/span&gt;:).  And because I didn't want to pay the prices that accompanied the items that I thought would be perfect hanging there, I came up with my brilliant idea to make something myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I'm stalling for time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my pile of supplies picked up mostly from Michael's craft store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXVhUGejQUI/AAAAAAAABIQ/GfKlv_T1-Ic/s1600-h/blog+pics+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXVhUGejQUI/AAAAAAAABIQ/GfKlv_T1-Ic/s320/blog+pics+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293243935007916354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the photos of the World's cutest kids in my handmade photo frames. Hey, it's trickier than it looks;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXVi2XOzaLI/AAAAAAAABIY/M4QSLXah5Hg/s1600-h/blog+pics+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXVi2XOzaLI/AAAAAAAABIY/M4QSLXah5Hg/s320/blog+pics+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293245623132448946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the photos on my PUMPKIN colored wall. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt; I'm aware that it is neither Thanksgiving nor Fall, but you know how I love pumpkin, in any shape or form.  My gold painted frames are clustered around my black letters spelling out the word F-a-m-i-l-y. Brilliant, huh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXVjJNRwFsI/AAAAAAAABIg/99VpulQOjTg/s1600-h/blog+pics+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXVjJNRwFsI/AAAAAAAABIg/99VpulQOjTg/s400/blog+pics+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293245946877974210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am fairly happy with the outcome. I at least don't feel like the money was wasted, my greatest fear of all. And just between you and me.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;EDIT: For the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;politically&lt;/span&gt; minded, I've up-dated my other blog in honor of inaugaration day.&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/32378954-7784245321944705660?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7784245321944705660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7784245321944705660' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7784245321944705660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7784245321944705660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-creative-talent-revealed.html' title='My creative talent revealed'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXVhUGejQUI/AAAAAAAABIQ/GfKlv_T1-Ic/s72-c/blog+pics+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5697708399166479938</id><published>2009-01-16T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:01:54.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipe Fun Friday- Some family favorites</title><content type='html'>My first recipe is my favorite &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;go-to&lt;/span&gt; dish when I have left-over turkey to use up.  It's a little extra work to make the sauce you mix into the casserole, but it's well worth the extra trouble. I would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; recommend substituting with canned soup. I plan to make this sometime this weekend, so I have no pictures right now, but will probably add one later. This is also a great dish to take to someone who's sick. It's a meal by itself, and absolutely delicious. So here's the link for &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Chicken-Noodle-Casserole/Detail.aspx"&gt;Chicken noodle casserole&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another favorite recipe is this &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Banana-Pudding-III/Detail.aspx"&gt;Banana pudding&lt;/a&gt;. I don't like bananas myself; I blame that entirely on my older sister. The story is quite traumatic, but since I've shared it before, I won't force you to listen again,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  But this recipe is always a big hit when I take it to the family potluck, so I grit my teeth and make it. I'm aware that there are varying degrees of difficulty in Banana pudding recipes, ranging from just dumping out a store-bought box, to making it totally from scratch. This is a good mid-range one. It's so yummy, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; forget it has banana's in it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to join us in Recipe Fun Friday, stop by &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2009/01/recipe-fun-friday.html"&gt;Nikki's Notes&lt;/a&gt; and link up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5697708399166479938?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5697708399166479938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5697708399166479938' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5697708399166479938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5697708399166479938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/recipe-fun-friday-some-family-favorites.html' title='Recipe Fun Friday- Some family favorites'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6967769512660061754</id><published>2009-01-14T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T08:01:56.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found while hanging out at the thrift store</title><content type='html'>I don't get to the thrift store nearly as often as I'd like to nowadays. When my having a car full-time became a reality last fall, I really thought I'd have more time for running around errand-wise.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silly girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thrift shop closes at 6pm. It's where I find my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;super&lt;/span&gt; buys. So lately I'm only getting there once a month if I'm lucky. Or when I am sorely in need of an item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do have a local Goodwill store that I manage to make a quick stop at on a weekly basis. I noticed while there a few days ago that they have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once again&lt;/span&gt; raised their prices on childrens clothes. I wanted to say "C'mon people, this is a store for poor people!! Do you really think I'm willing to pay $5 for a girl's t-shirt when I can get one for $3.88 at Walmart?" But I exhibited incredible self-control and kept my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, outside of their clothing department, I am still managing to find some occasional treasures. So I thought I'd share my latest finds. In a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;non-gloating, look-what-I-found &lt;/span&gt;sort of way;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid $1.99 for this trio of baskets.    I really liked the multi-colored stripes. I have them hard at work holding personal grooming items in my bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SW61FW2QjoI/AAAAAAAABHo/idu1rBBWROw/s1600-h/blog+pics+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SW61FW2QjoI/AAAAAAAABHo/idu1rBBWROw/s320/blog+pics+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365715844042370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids are not into name-brand items. Nike or Noshi, they really could care less. And I prefer that it stays that way. But even I have to admit that on some items a name brand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; define quality.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Or maybe I'm just looking to legitimize my love of the Liz Claiborne label?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;Could be&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I came across a pair of Nikes for the Artist with a price tag of $6. They looked like they had barely (if at all) been worn. That's better than $15 at Kmart for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; non&lt;/span&gt;-Nike shoes.  And though he has no idea what that check mark stands for, he thinks the shoes are pretty neat:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SW6zkTBONmI/AAAAAAAABHY/uez0eDySq1U/s1600-h/blog+pics+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SW6zkTBONmI/AAAAAAAABHY/uez0eDySq1U/s320/blog+pics+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291364048368973410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6967769512660061754?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6967769512660061754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6967769512660061754' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6967769512660061754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6967769512660061754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/found-while-hanging-out-at-thrift-store.html' title='Found while hanging out at the thrift store'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SW61FW2QjoI/AAAAAAAABHo/idu1rBBWROw/s72-c/blog+pics+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3607109915948565248</id><published>2009-01-13T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:50:16.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 : Weight-Loss Challenge</title><content type='html'>I really meant to post this before now. The last few evenings I have done childcare for special services at another church than my own. I do this every few months, and it's a nice way to make a little extra money on the side. But it also uses up any bit of spare time I have in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuses, excuses;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm starting my weight-loss challenge today. Honestly, it's nothing that incredible. My goal is to lose a whole... 6 lbs in one months time. Not really so impressive, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me that 6 lbs will require a lot of work though. Regardless of how hard I try, I never lose more than 2 lbs a week on the best diet. My metabolism seems to adjust to the new lower calories, and thus no spectacular weight loss. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a little twist to my challenge. I want that 6 lbs to come off a particular part of my body, so I shall do something I've never done before: bring out the measuring tape.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I shudder at the very thought of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember how I said that my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit said that I was (though just barely) within my weight range? Well, unfortunately&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt; isn't the one trying to squeeze into skirts that fit perfectly fine a year ago. And that pile is growing. So I did what any self-respecting girl would do: I wear my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time-of-the-month&lt;/span&gt; clothes; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; thought I was going to say buy bigger ones,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Well, these &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; bigger ones I keep around just in case. But just a small supply of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know how to take that fat (the mirror does not lie, I only wish it did) off my thighs, and it's with a low-fat diet. But the trick is to keep my nutrition balanced enough that I don't make my low-blood sugar spiral out of control. I hate the fatigue that so often seems to accompany dieting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; incentive&lt;/span&gt;? Our annual Church Valentine Banquet is exactly a month from today. I really like to dress up for this event. It just so happened that I came across a great deal at the thrift store last week. A beautiful green formal type dress outfit... for $4. The only hitch is that although it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; my size, these types of dresses run way too small; like several sizes. So if I lose my weight in all the right places, it should fit very nicely. I agree, it's a big gamble, but it's something to spur me on as well. And my super-secret weapon:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my tail off&lt;/span&gt;. Consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So here is my before picture.&lt;/span&gt; Oops! I forgot to put the dress on...;)  Because I know that once an unsavory picture is posted online, it picks up vibes, which are then sucked into the black hole of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogosphere&lt;/span&gt;. And there will be foreign men somewhere in another country laughing at the chubby white lady (that would be me) who cannot resist her double portions of American food. And that would affect my self-confidence in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SW2mVbxC8nI/AAAAAAAABHQ/9CYSwCu8zuc/s1600-h/blog+pics+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SW2mVbxC8nI/AAAAAAAABHQ/9CYSwCu8zuc/s320/blog+pics+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291068024391135858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But if I lose my weight in all the right places (which means 6 lbs of really, truly fat cells) I will then post a photo of me and my adorable painting husband (see, he's still reaping benefits for his help) dressed to the max in our formal fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it. Low-fat, count the calories, work the buns off. Sounds like a game plan:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone wants to join in for the month, just let me know via the comments. I'll probably be reporting in on Thursday or Fridays post each week. Possibly recommending some new palatable lowfat snacks I've found... if they actually do exist,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since you're here anyway, I just have to point you in the direction of &lt;a href="http://jfrogster.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-you-give-girl-cake.html"&gt;Jeanette's&lt;/a&gt; blog. She made her little girl a birthday cake based on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Give a mouse a Cookie &lt;/span&gt;book, and it's just adorable. She also had a book exchange vs. gifts, I really like that idea. I love to find new and unique ways for celebrating special days. And is there any day more special than the birth of a child? So say Happy Birthday to Gabby as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3607109915948565248?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3607109915948565248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3607109915948565248' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3607109915948565248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3607109915948565248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-1-weight-loss-challenge.html' title='Day 1 : Weight-Loss Challenge'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SW2mVbxC8nI/AAAAAAAABHQ/9CYSwCu8zuc/s72-c/blog+pics+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-8061909621186465647</id><published>2009-01-12T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T01:07:14.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another hodge-podge post</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that sometimes posting what's whirling around in my head helps to organize my thoughts. Lately I've felt like my brain has been in a stressful mode. I know part of this is due to struggling with an infection, which has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessitated&lt;/span&gt; my taking several medications. Which, consequently, means my thinking is not always clear. That's one of the reasons I so much prefer to go with natural health remedies, they don't seem to make a muddle of your thinking. Unfortunately, it's not always possible to go that route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that I made a trip to the dentist last week, and had my tooth pulled. What I did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;  mention was that they weren't able to get all of it out... which means I still have to have dental surgery. It seems I have stubborn teeth; the last one I had pulled took two hours and three dentists (I kid you not). The Dentist gave me an antibiotic, but it doesn't seem to be doing the job as well as I hoped. My surgery is scheduled for the beginning of March, but I'm thinking I'll have to move it up if things don't start clearing up soon. I'm really not looking for sympathy here (though I'll undoubtedly get some;). I'm just a little frustrated with the fatigue that accompanies it. I can be quite stubborn (like my teeth) and decide that I'm going to do everything I want to do anyway. And then I pay for it with a migraine from the fatigue. It's important to know your limits, and you would think I would know mine by now. Have I mentioned that I'm a little stubborn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on to more interesting things. I'm happy to announce that we were finally able to have our Christmas performance at church last night. Our family had a very small part in it, no talking, just silently acting out a part during a song. There are a few things that panic me, and being in front of a large crowd of people is one of them (unless it's kids, no problem there). Anyway, I prayed for God to give me a calmness, and I made it through just fine. My kids absolutely loved being part of it, which was the reason I agreed to do it in the first place. It will be a nice memory for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the school front: We were just notified that we will be doing our State testing within the next month. I'm one of those strange homeschooling moms who actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; want&lt;/span&gt; to do this testing. I wouldn't exactly say I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; joyous&lt;/span&gt; about it, but I do like verification that my kids are scholastically at the level they should be. And there's a little part of me (okay, maybe a big part of me) that likes to prove that my kids are actually being taught quite well on the home front. But it's going to mean some extra preparation, so I need to make a game plan for that soon. We were planning on starting our Rosetta Stone Spanish program this month, but I think it might be wise to wait until after our testing. This homeschooling mom can only juggle so many things at one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow starts my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weight-loss challenge&lt;/span&gt;. I've put it off long enough. More details about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another wall has been painted! In my house (in case you didn't read my prior post;)  That's one of the things I was being stubborn about. Yes, if that wall hadn't been painted this weekend, I would have just curled up and died... it was that important,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. My husband is a patient man. I think he puts up with all my impulsive ideas purely because... he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm getting mushy and emotional (another possible medication side effect) so it's time to end this post. Please simply ignore anything that doesn't make sense:).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-8061909621186465647?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/8061909621186465647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=8061909621186465647' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8061909621186465647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8061909621186465647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-hodge-podge-post.html' title='Another hodge-podge post'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3539235393018405780</id><published>2009-01-08T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:42:24.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of  Dentists and Diversions</title><content type='html'>I am feeling quite&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; euphoric&lt;/span&gt; after finally making it to the Dentist this afternoon; or maybe that's just a side-effect from the prescription pain killer he gave me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.   Either way, I am very happy to have  my bothersome tooth out. He also gave me an antibiotic to clear up the infection, so hopefully I will be feeling back to normal very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was out and about, I stopped by Michael's craft store to pick up a few items. I have decided that I need to add some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diversions&lt;/span&gt; to my life.  In spite of the fact that we hard-working moms/wives like to claim that we have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no time&lt;/span&gt; for hobbies (okay, so maybe it's just me), I'm starting to realize that it's actually good for my family when I take a little bit of "me" time. Most of the time that translates into reading late into the night, or baking up something special occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm tired of baking, and I need my sleep at night!  Seriously, I thought it'd be fun to add something new. And maybe a bit challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that painting project I have going? **Really Mrs.Darling, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do &lt;/span&gt;have a paint project going; this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a case of talk with no substance** Anyway, we will hopefully finish it up this weekend. Or at least another wall of it.  Which is where my "diversion" comes in. I found something online that I thought would be just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; to use as new decor for that wall (it was previously covered with assorted academic/learning posters).  Well, I really didn't care for the price. Guess it's the thrifty blood that runs through my veins.  So I thought to myself "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why not make something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that's unique and a whole lot cheaper?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, say maybe the fact that I'm not particularly crafty or creative could be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deterrent&lt;/span&gt;.. but I like the cheaper part:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't make any promises about it being done over the weekend.  But I do plan to indulge myself and spend a few relaxing hours (at odd times no doubt) getting in a good start. Here are my $20 worth of supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SWb03oSOF-I/AAAAAAAABHI/W88d0OQkXLE/s1600-h/blog+pics+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SWb03oSOF-I/AAAAAAAABHI/W88d0OQkXLE/s320/blog+pics+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289184048937048034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really hope it all comes together somehow, because it would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; embarrassing not to have something a little impressive to post pictures of when I'm all done; oh the pressure!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3539235393018405780?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3539235393018405780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3539235393018405780' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3539235393018405780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3539235393018405780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-dentists-and-diversions.html' title='Of  Dentists and Diversions'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SWb03oSOF-I/AAAAAAAABHI/W88d0OQkXLE/s72-c/blog+pics+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1731550741474639141</id><published>2009-01-07T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:01:59.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My blogging friend Kaye from &lt;a href="http://ridingbicycles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Riding &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ridingbicycles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bicycles&lt;/a&gt; has tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Choose the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder where you store your pictures on your computer&lt;br /&gt;2. Select the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture in the folder&lt;br /&gt;3. Explain the picture&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 4 people to do the same&lt;br /&gt;5. No Cheating (Cropping, editing, etc..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my folders on my newest computer contain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pictu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;res I've posted in the last 6 months or so, I decided to use my files from my old computer instead. So here you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288764858284359842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SWV3nhabwKI/AAAAAAAABHA/Ec_Vgq6pLtY/s320/Fort+vancouver+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;This picture is of a much younger me with my firstborn child (now 11 years old). I'm not sure how old he was then, probably 4 or 5 months. I must have scanned it in, which would explain the scratches on it. I hadn't looked at this picture in quite a while, and I have to say I was surprised at how young I look in it. It's a little depressing actually...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I decided to tag 4 people that I've never tagged before. And the lucky ones are the following:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;1) Jeanette from &lt;a href="http://jfrogster.blogspot.com/2009/01/wordless-wednesday.html"&gt;Temporary Insanity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nikki from&lt;a href="http://churchofgodpreacherswife.blogspot.com/"&gt; Preacher's Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Missy from &lt;a href="http://noplaccelikehome.blogspot.com/"&gt;There's no place like Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Nikki from&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt; Nikki's Notes&lt;/a&gt;   Yes, I've tagged you many a time, but everyone can see your new and improved blog this way. I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; still&lt;/span&gt; green with envy;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're new to blogging and don't have 4 people to tag, that's okay.  We'll enjoy seeing your picture anyway:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1731550741474639141?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1731550741474639141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1731550741474639141' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1731550741474639141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1731550741474639141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SWV3nhabwKI/AAAAAAAABHA/Ec_Vgq6pLtY/s72-c/Fort+vancouver+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6578359088879996864</id><published>2009-01-06T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:45:28.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never say never</title><content type='html'>Most of my regular blogging friends know that we have a TV-free home. There are many reasons for this, none of which I am going to list right now (yes, I know you're relieved;).  I only mention it because along with that decision we also decided we didn't want any game systems in the house. It's not been at all hard to keep to either one of those decisions... until the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; didn't get my attention until I heard they were using it in nursing homes across the country to help keep the elderly active. That made me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; curious.&lt;/span&gt; Then my kids played on their uncle's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; at his house, and came back&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sore&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, long story short, someone gave us a monetary gift to get something for our children for Christmas and we decided we would buy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. With much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trepidation&lt;/span&gt; (at least on my part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can now say I am very happy with our new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;. Even on rainy, yucky days my kids  are swinging, batting, and running their way through ballgames and obstacle courses. And the best of all is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and the kids created their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mii's&lt;/span&gt; (your own personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; person) last week and have been having a great deal of fun doing the aerobics and balance games, trying to beat each others scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finally stepped on board and faced the music. I should mention here for those who don't know that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; fit keeps track of your weight, and adjusts your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mii&lt;/span&gt; accordingly. It's rather humorous... if you're not the person being weighed, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I stepped on the scale, and as my weight popped up on the screen, I heard my oldest child gasp and say "I had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no idea&lt;/span&gt; you weighed that much Mom!" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not&lt;/span&gt; the best thing to say to your mother, son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; news is that it says I'm not overweight (though just barely). The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; news is that I know I actually&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; am&lt;/span&gt; for my small frame (which it does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; consider). The worst news of all... I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; very out of shape! I'm not even going to reveal what my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; Fit age is. Or my weight for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't be deceived at the fact that this is a "game system" workout. It is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quite&lt;/span&gt; hard. My muscles are aching, but in a good way... if that's at all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as dieting goes, I've had to put that on hold because of my tooth infection. But once that's taken care of I plan to start that as well. So I'll talk about it more then. But my biggest goal in this area is to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fit&lt;/span&gt;. Which you really can't be if you're not eating healthy and drinking water anyway. It all seems to work together in that way, or at least it's been so in my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that about wraps up this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;blogging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infomercial&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt; should pay me for such a glowing recommendation:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Just thought I'd clear this up: we are still tv-free. Just not wii-free :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6578359088879996864?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6578359088879996864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6578359088879996864' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6578359088879996864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6578359088879996864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/never-say-never.html' title='Never say never'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-9162956454514984860</id><published>2009-01-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:34:35.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the old routine</title><content type='html'>I admit that my feelings were very mixed about our Christmas vacation coming to an end. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; nice to be able to get to some of those extra projects I've been wanting to do for so long. But with all the celebrations/activities of the holidays, I didn't get to nearly as many as I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, my painting project is not yet completed. So far I've changed colors three times, and decided to go with 2 new colors instead of one. And if you're shaking your head over that confusing explanation, you've just joined the club.. hubby's shaking his head as well,lol.  Honestly, the man has the patience of a saint. Or maybe he's just used to me by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this morning we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; go back to school. We're running ahead of schedule for the day (Yay!) and I have to say that it feels really good to be back to our routine. It's running so smoothly, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; seems easy;)  I'm going to start the Princess on a new Program today that I'm hoping will be a big help to unlocking words for her. We've tried so many things, it can't hurt to add another one. She wants so badly to be able to read, she's insisting on checking out books from the library that have no pictures. She'll sit in a chair for half an hour looking at a blank page pretending she's reading it. She is catching on to a few simple words like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cat&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; at&lt;/span&gt;. So we're going to continue working on the sight reading. She really is making some progress, just not as much as she would like. I'm glad she's a little girl with a lot of determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tooth has loosened (yes, we're back to the tooth saga) so I'll be going in to have it taken care of this week. If I had the guts, I might try pulling it out (it's that loose), but I'm afraid I might get a dry socket, so I think I'll leave it to the professionals. Plus, I suspicion it might be at the root (no pun intended;) of some of the extra headaches I've been having lately, so I need to make sure any infection is taken care of. It's amazing how much trouble one little tooth can cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were expecting my blog to be transformed by now, I'm still working on it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our personal phone lines were somehow damaged by the high winds last week, so when anyone tries to call our house it gives a busy signal. People are thinking I'm a real &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chatty Cathy&lt;/span&gt; by now no doubt. Hopefully it will get fixed in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later today I'm going to summon all my courage and step on my bathroom scale; I plan to post about that and my (once again) journey into the world of exercise and weight loss tomorrow. This time I'm adding a new twist, and I'm really excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all for now.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not the most exciting post, but then getting back into routine isn't always exciting, just&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; satisfying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-9162956454514984860?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/9162956454514984860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=9162956454514984860' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/9162956454514984860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/9162956454514984860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-old-routine.html' title='Back to the old routine'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-137076608117645272</id><published>2009-01-01T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:43:14.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe, but 2009 is here. My first goal for the New Year is to try to figure out how to put a real header on my blog... and it just may take me the rest of 2009 to figure it out!  For now, I'm happy that I at least managed to turn off my Christmas music. Though&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; O holy Night&lt;/span&gt; is a beautiful song any time of the year, it was time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your sympathies concerning my tooth infection. It seems to have settled down a bit, guess I can put off that Oral Surgery just a little longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is home for a 4 day week-end, and like always we are very much enjoying it. It also means I'm freed up to get some projects done.  So next Monday I should have some&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; after&lt;/span&gt; pictures to post.  Just a little hint, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the painting bug has bit me again&lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-137076608117645272?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/137076608117645272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=137076608117645272' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/137076608117645272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/137076608117645272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1500724996305846859</id><published>2008-12-31T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T10:04:01.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ending of another year</title><content type='html'>At risk of sounding very much like a broken record, I ask you: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where did this year go?&lt;/span&gt; Is it really possible it could have flown by so quickly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm hunting about for some New Year's&lt;span&gt; resolutions&lt;/span&gt;. I'm really trying to get beyond the usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose weight &lt;/span&gt;(though indeed I need to do just that), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; (ditto), and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;read my Bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(definitely a deserving one). I need to lay out some &lt;span&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt;.   Hmmm... I evidently will  have to think about this a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, we have a visit to the Dentist planned. It's going to require every ounce of control and concentration I have.  No,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; the one actually being worked on. But just going there gives me the eebie-jeebies (which spell-check says I spelled wrong).  I will also have to explain to them that though I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a very bad girl&lt;/span&gt; and didn't set up an appointment months ago like they wanted me to, I now have an infection in my tooth, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; need another appointment. Why is it that this whole explanation makes me feel all of five years old? I wouldn't skip a beat if it was just a pull, but Oral surgery? I don't think I can put it off too much longer though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have a family celebration planned. Hubby will be working late, so the kids and I will go to services without him. Afterwards, we plan to bring in the New Year with lots of snacks, games and other activities. We've decided the boys at least are old enough to stay up for the night; and since the Princess has no difficulty staying awake (she regularly talks to herself for an hour at least after going to bed) I think it will be a lot of fun. Last year we went to see Zoolights, but this year I prefer to stay off the roads, safe at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are you bringing in the New Year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1500724996305846859?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1500724996305846859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1500724996305846859' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1500724996305846859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1500724996305846859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/ending-of-another-year.html' title='The ending of another year'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2043749587100727782</id><published>2008-12-29T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:50:13.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Christmas Pictures</title><content type='html'>As a child, I remember counting off the days of December leading up to Christmas day. I wouldn't dare do that now; it goes by fast enough as it is! Our Christmas wasn't officially over until this past Saturday when we had our get-together with hubby's side of the family. In spite of having a few out for sickness, we had around 50 people there. Which means I was too busy visiting to take any pictures;)  But here are a few pictures of my own kids and our Christmas festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas eve happened to land on Wednesday night this year, so we had our regular church services that evening. When we arrived back home, the kids were anxious to start their Christmas eve scavenger hunt. Here they are, ready for their first clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkXlbBy66I/AAAAAAAABF4/s9ahKenXgyA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkXlbBy66I/AAAAAAAABF4/s9ahKenXgyA/s320/Christmas+2008+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285281569373875106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Princess seeks guidance from the Buzz Lightyear hanging on our tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkXzvzcbeI/AAAAAAAABGA/br55PPaSMPk/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkXzvzcbeI/AAAAAAAABGA/br55PPaSMPk/s320/Christmas+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285281815468994018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rub a dub dub, three presents in a tub...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkW9FdfedI/AAAAAAAABFw/BHZSR5cIAwE/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkW9FdfedI/AAAAAAAABFw/BHZSR5cIAwE/s320/Christmas+2008+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285280876389693906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Professor likes to try out new recipes, so I had promised him he could make the hot chocolate for Christmas eve. He made dutch hot chocolate using a recipe he found on the Taste of Home site. It was quite good. The candy cane's melted into the hot chocolate and gave it a delicious peppermint taste as well. That's coming from a professed peppermint hater (myself:).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkPemHCoFI/AAAAAAAABFA/qvrDFiEfaJU/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+025a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkPemHCoFI/AAAAAAAABFA/qvrDFiEfaJU/s320/Christmas+2008+025a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285272655996559442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Princess with a mouthful of homemade sugared doughnuts, one of my own childhood favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkbJltDvQI/AAAAAAAABGI/7qVVfcokEqE/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+028a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkbJltDvQI/AAAAAAAABGI/7qVVfcokEqE/s320/Christmas+2008+028a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285285489249860866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finished the night by reading some assorted Christmas stories, including &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twas the night&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before Christmas.&lt;/span&gt; Since I still had some Christmas presents to wrap, I was up past midnight that night. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; manage to make some pecan fudge in my sleep... I haven't decided if I'm going to share that story yet. It's true, but a little scary;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning began with reading the Christmas story from the book of Luke. Which was then followed with a breakfast of blueberry pancakes, sausage and eggs. My husband made breakfast Christmas morning. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; feel guilty about that, but have decided instead to just call my mother-in-law blessed (referring to the virtuous woman here) and just enjoy it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the presents. Here's this years designated elf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVhbdFukBuI/AAAAAAAABEo/Ncbkr58t1iI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVhbdFukBuI/AAAAAAAABEo/Ncbkr58t1iI/s320/Christmas+2008+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285074718031087330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Princess started piano lessons a few months ago, but really wants to learn to play the flute as well. So she received a much desired recorder to practice on for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVhangYgSdI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZUVtH4AvBCc/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVhangYgSdI/AAAAAAAABEQ/ZUVtH4AvBCc/s320/Christmas+2008+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285073797473389010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Artist put a Bible "like Dad's" at the top of his wishlist (closely followed by legos). So I ordered him one from Christianbook.com (a favorite site of mine) and had his name engraved on it, which he loved.  In this picture it's blurred in order to keep our secret identities intact,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkffguqcoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/t_z0PAH9Yoc/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+091a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkffguqcoI/AAAAAAAABGQ/t_z0PAH9Yoc/s320/Christmas+2008+091a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285290263918047874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Professor loves books, so here he is with one on gardening, spys of World War II (I confess, I plan to read this one completely through myself) and an Atlas. These are all beautifully illustrated, hardback books that I found on clearance throughout the year. He's also holding a chia herb garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVhZ6wAY9_I/AAAAAAAABD4/Iqpb9UZqSJA/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVhZ6wAY9_I/AAAAAAAABD4/Iqpb9UZqSJA/s320/Christmas+2008+086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285073028573100018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys also received a large lego set from their grandparents, and have been earnestly putting it together the last few days. It has 1,300 pieces, but last I checked, they were just about finished with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely enjoying our break from school. I've struggled the last week with a tooth infection, but thankfully had some medicine to make it more bearable, though it's wearing me out a bit. So I plan to make up for lost time in the next few days. Hopefully I'll have some pictures of completed projects to post next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to visiting my blogging friends, and reading their after-Christmas posts as well. So post those pictures!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 12th birthday&lt;/span&gt; to Mrs.Darlings &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://peterpanandfamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/tink-turns-12-and-i-reveal-her-name.html"&gt;Tink&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2043749587100727782?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2043749587100727782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2043749587100727782' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2043749587100727782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2043749587100727782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-pictures.html' title='Christmas Pictures'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SVkXlbBy66I/AAAAAAAABF4/s9ahKenXgyA/s72-c/Christmas+2008+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5352942504265449304</id><published>2008-12-25T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:16:31.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VtLCCrEVqPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VtLCCrEVqPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song, even more so since I've become a mother myself. Surely Mary couldn't have imagined even half the things that would happen in the life of her son. From the many miracles he performed, to being viciously beaten and hung to die on a cross. She's one of those people who I wouldn't mind having a chat with one day in heaven. A mother just like myself, imperfect and human. And yet she was used of God to bring the greatest gift ever given into this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on this day of giving gifts and spending time with family, I want to wish all of you a Merry Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all my heart, I thank God for sending us the most precious gift of all, our Saviour Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Father, The Prince of Peace."&lt;/span&gt;   Isaiah 9:6 kjv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5352942504265449304?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5352942504265449304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5352942504265449304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5352942504265449304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5352942504265449304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7755444433996667762</id><published>2008-12-21T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:01:41.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living in a Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>The snow has visited us again. This time it fell rather lazily all day (yesterday). It was so pretty to watch. My husband and kids spent hours outside sledding, having a wonderful time. I stayed inside nursing my cold, snuggled on the couch with a comforter, sipping my mint tea.  And I watched the snow fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we really only got what I would call a dusting of snow. True, it was enough to shut the schools down for all but one day. And the library and other places as well. But then this is the Pacific Northwest;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is now in large drifts outside my house. I feel like I woke up in the Midwest this morning. Outside the snow is beautiful and bright. Though there&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is&lt;/span&gt; a topping of ice from the freezing rain last night. When Ginger walks around in it she makes a crunching noise as she sinks down through the ice. Sugar just glides all around being so light-weight, like she has little ice skates on. It's so funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were services at our church this morning, for those who could make it. We had around 80 people there, compared to the 800+ we had a few weeks ago. It was nice to be there after missing last week,and we still had our Christmas bake sale, just much smaller than usual. The Christmas play is cancelled once again however, due to more freezing rain being expected tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to get to the Post Office for days to mail out Christmas cards and a few packages. Friday was my best chance, but we were so busy finishing up school (in case you noticed my few days absence from blogging) . I ended up with just enough time to grab a few groceries before the snow hit again. So yes, my Christmas cards are still coming, they'll just be a little late. Some things just can't be helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics of our winter wonderland. Just had to take these for my friends out in Georgia. I'd send you some of our snow if I could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SU7Agv6iiLI/AAAAAAAABC4/pvKdyfoES5M/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SU7Agv6iiLI/AAAAAAAABC4/pvKdyfoES5M/s320/Christmas+cookies+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282371081802516658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SU7CON-yF6I/AAAAAAAABDQ/mR0Qcf4aJQo/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SU7CON-yF6I/AAAAAAAABDQ/mR0Qcf4aJQo/s320/Christmas+cookies+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282372962479118242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:The snow in our backyard measures at 14 inches high!!! Oregon hasn't had a snowstorm like this in 40 years. They say there is an 80% chance of snow for tomorrow and Christmas day&lt;br /&gt; as well. Have a wonderful Christmas everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7755444433996667762?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7755444433996667762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7755444433996667762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7755444433996667762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7755444433996667762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/living-in-winter-wonderland.html' title='Living in a Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SU7Agv6iiLI/AAAAAAAABC4/pvKdyfoES5M/s72-c/Christmas+cookies+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5315642875254028871</id><published>2008-12-17T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T23:57:40.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few thoughts on homeschooling</title><content type='html'>I don't often post about our homeschool activities, which is perhaps a little strange considering it's where the majority of my time and energy goes. I guess my blog is the place for me where I choose to take a break from that area of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband (bless his soul) made the statement the other day that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know how I managed to accomplish so much in the schooling area&lt;/span&gt;.  I, of course, took that opportunity to point out all the things that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do so that I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; can&lt;/span&gt; homeschool. Don't worry, I won't bore you with the details;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean that at all in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; way.  I love teaching my children. I didn't neccessarily plan for things to be this way at this time, but I have wholeheartedly embraced it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Mothers who homeschool well with a set game plan. And I feel for those who try, and struggle to accomplish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who greatly admire homeschoolers. I've been questioned by strangers who were totally fascinated by the whole process. Then there are those who just naturally assume that you do a shoddy job and that your children will suffer in life because of it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which is interesting considering homeschoolers as a whole tend to test very well.&lt;/span&gt; And there are also those who you think would be supportive and encouraging, that are not always that way. Even in Christian circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is turning out to be our best year of homeschooling so far. I'm so happy with where we are at right now. We're using a new set-up this year, and it's such a good fit for us. It's more challenging, and has more projects, but I feel like my kids are getting just what they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it stretches me a bit far.  I do the basic house cleaning, laundry and cooking. But any extra things (which I have a long list of) just have to wait. I've told my husband that the top thing on my wishlist for Christmas is to be able to get to some of those things on my&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; projects&lt;/span&gt; wish list. I think it's passed the mile-long mark already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're trying to finish up all of our school projects before Christmas break. Which includes the following: biographical essay on Albert Einstein (P), report about Spiders (P), report about Goldfish (A), essay on the subject of Space in three parts (P), Life cycle of Flies chart project (A), Fables report (A), mold and microscope experiments, 5 units tests, and (of course) the regular daily lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess has a whole different program that I do with her. Her speech therapist has us do some things in addition to that. I admit that she is the most challenging to teach out of the three. She loves learning, and is a bit of a perfectionist already. But finding ways to get around the blocks in the road caused by her aphraxia require me to think outside the box. And I'm more of a by-the-book teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wonder how I can blog in the midst of so daunting a job, I'd simply say that we find time to do the things we want or need to do. Some live on their cell phones or other technological wonders, some watch their favorite programs, some read late into the night. Whatever we choose to do with the small snippets of time we have here or there is not neccessarily because we have lots of time on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those who like to tell me how busy they are (in my regular life, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; my blogging friends) and I have to chuckle privately at the obvious impression given that they (unlike myself) aren't able to loaf around all day... okay, so sometimes I get irritated with them and forget to chuckle. But I do manage to smile sweetly and keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like me to voice frustration on my blog... other than my usual grumbling during our much-too-long rainy season:) But sometimes it helps to talk/blog  things out. And my blogging friends tend to be some of the most encouraging and supportive people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why blogging is something that I&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to do. Not always&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eloquently&lt;/span&gt;. But I suppose you all have gotten used to that by now;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5315642875254028871?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5315642875254028871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5315642875254028871' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5315642875254028871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5315642875254028871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-thoughts-on-homeschooling.html' title='A few thoughts on homeschooling'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5576847613615151697</id><published>2008-12-17T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:51:05.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Fun'/><title type='text'>Gingerbread Houses</title><content type='html'>I admit I'm getting just a tad bit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stir-crazy&lt;/span&gt; being stuck inside due to the weather. Yesterday we would have gone to the Library, but I had hubby take my vehicle because it has&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; heat&lt;/span&gt; (very nice to have when the temp is in the teens).  So after having my children do their fair share of household cleaning, we pulled out the supplies and made these gingerbread houses (that's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;incentive&lt;/span&gt;;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a dyed-in-the-wool make your own gingerbread kind of person, don't read any farther,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  Because we take the easier road and make ours with graham crackers instead. I started going this route a couple years ago when I needed an activity for 30 kids... that would be a lot of gingerbread. This is really great if you have little ones, it's easier for them to work with.  Either way, it's messy, messy, messy. But it's all a part of the fun:)  If you want detailed instructions,&lt;a href="http://recipes.kaboose.com/mini-gingerbread-house.html"&gt; here's&lt;/a&gt; a link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the Princess's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kingdom&lt;/span&gt; (her words, not mine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUlIjeBZt2I/AAAAAAAABCg/WAn5atTcUBA/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUlIjeBZt2I/AAAAAAAABCg/WAn5atTcUBA/s320/Christmas+cookies+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280831812260181858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Professor was intent on having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;village&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUlJHu9BZkI/AAAAAAAABCo/fTV3qvuQOvo/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUlJHu9BZkI/AAAAAAAABCo/fTV3qvuQOvo/s320/Christmas+cookies+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280832435280504386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Artist stuck to your basic little house with some nice accents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUlJhiHvR8I/AAAAAAAABCw/pZURYA7ru3Y/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUlJhiHvR8I/AAAAAAAABCw/pZURYA7ru3Y/s320/Christmas+cookies+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280832878512392130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that ends our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parade of gingerbread homes&lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, we could take another snow day today since all three local schools have called off. But I want to get all our book reports and other projects done before Christmas break (only 3 more days!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, it's off to school we go...:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5576847613615151697?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5576847613615151697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5576847613615151697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5576847613615151697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5576847613615151697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/gingerbread-houses.html' title='Gingerbread Houses'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUlIjeBZt2I/AAAAAAAABCg/WAn5atTcUBA/s72-c/Christmas+cookies+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7944417526830150344</id><published>2008-12-16T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:03:52.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My night out</title><content type='html'>Last night I ventured out into the cold to go to a ladies ornament exchange being held at the home of &lt;a href="http://peterpanandfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mrs.Darling&lt;/a&gt;.  I admit I was very tempted to ask my husband to drop me off, but he had plans with the kids and I didn't want to interrupt those at some indefinite time; besides, I can handle a drive in the snow 1 mile down the road, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only five of us made it, compared to probably 20-30 if it had been better weather. No matter, it was still a nice time out. Here's the little snowman ornament I picked in the exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUfbxz9lAGI/AAAAAAAABCI/JyBeNyeohEQ/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUfbxz9lAGI/AAAAAAAABCI/JyBeNyeohEQ/s320/Christmas+cookies+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280430736923754594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a cute little thing. I love the shiny face, and the hat is made from a baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bootie&lt;/span&gt;, quite creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to take some of my bake sale cookies, until I realized that everyone else might do the same (considering we all have unused plates of cookies sitting around our house,lol). Instead I took this snowman cheese ball. I got the idea from&lt;a href="http://homemakerscottage.blogspot.com/2008/12/festive-mr-frosty.html#comments"&gt; Kristy&lt;/a&gt;, but I admit that I used a different recipe because I didn't have many of the ingredients on hand. But I loved the snowman idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUfgrtI9xbI/AAAAAAAABCY/XtC8m5M5uwo/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUfgrtI9xbI/AAAAAAAABCY/XtC8m5M5uwo/s320/Christmas+cookies+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280436129571390898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School has been canceled yet another day. I have an extra kid due to that fact, which means one more kid churning out clay designs;) I'm thinking of making gingerbread houses this afternoon, but we'll see what the day brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're talking of more snow coming tomorrow. As long as it clears up for a day or two so I can finish my Christmas shopping. And get a few packages mailed. Then the snow can come back and give us Oregonians a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;white Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Wouldn't that be nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7944417526830150344?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7944417526830150344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7944417526830150344' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7944417526830150344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7944417526830150344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-night-out.html' title='My night out'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUfbxz9lAGI/AAAAAAAABCI/JyBeNyeohEQ/s72-c/Christmas+cookies+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-929810521080336017</id><published>2008-12-15T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:02:17.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Snowed In</title><content type='html'>So our predicted snow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; make an appearance after all. Not only was Sunday morning Church canceled, but the Christmas play and bake sale as well. Now I have plates and plates of cookies hanging around my house... you can see what a problem that would present,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only have a few inches of snow though. I admit I used to just shake my head at these Westerners and their shutting down of things over a few inches of snow. I was raised in the Midwest where it has to be near blizzard conditions for things to shut down. But then our snow plows and salt trucks would head out at the slightest provocation, which definitely helped.  And in this part of the country they also have black ice which is really scary. So now I think they're smart to take the precaution. Plus, I think they just said the wind chill factor is 13; the wind has been blowing something fierce for the last 24 hours or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hubby is home from work as well. He planned to go in driving really slow, but they had already shut down the campus (his company is rather large). The kid's are loving it, and he made blueberry pancakes for breakfast (he is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; good at cooking breakfast food), so I'm loving it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Alaskan girlfriend sent my kids two very large packs of multi-colored clay for Christmas, and they have been steadily making things with it the last few days. I love watching their creativity, and it's keeping them busy. So maybe I can get to a few of those projects I've been saving for Christmas break.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Especially with a pair of strong muscles here to help me with the lifting:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 10 more days til Christmas... Have a wonderful Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-929810521080336017?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/929810521080336017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=929810521080336017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/929810521080336017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/929810521080336017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-snowed-in.html' title='All Snowed In'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2636136706882246101</id><published>2008-12-12T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:03:17.296-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipe Fun Friday- Parade of Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to try some new Christmas cookie recipes this holiday season. This week provided just the  excuse  I needed: our church is holding it's annual&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Taste of Christmas&lt;/span&gt; cookie sale. The money raised from this goes to our Church's Bus Ministry. We have approximately 200 people (kids and adults) that come on our buses each Sunday. And this happens to be a ministry that's especially close to my heart as a Sunday School teacher. So there you have it, the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perfect&lt;/span&gt; combination: a good cause and a desire to bake! So on with the cookie parade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite little red-headed Elf cutting out&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Gingerbread-Boy-Cookies/Detail.aspx?prop31=5"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Gingerbread-Boy-Cookies/Detail.aspx?prop31=5"&gt;ng&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Gingerbread-Boy-Cookies/Detail.aspx?prop31=5"&gt;e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Gingerbread-Boy-Cookies/Detail.aspx?prop31=5"&gt;rbread guys and gals&lt;/a&gt;.  An old favorite that I haven't made for a couple years. We always used to put cinnamon buttons on ours when I was growing up, it just wouldn't seem the same without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUH_YxFVGDI/AAAAAAAABBw/tTF7khXysAU/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUH_YxFVGDI/AAAAAAAABBw/tTF7khXysAU/s320/Christmas+cookies+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278781039212566578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.verybestbaking.com/recipes/detail.aspx?ID=30216"&gt;Chocolate Cherry Thumbprints&lt;/a&gt; are even better than the candies, with just the right amount of sweetness,  and the yummy cherry in the middle. &lt;span&gt;They are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; simply delicious!&lt;/span&gt; I made a couple dozen to keep myself... for my families enjoyment of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUH9z_meEMI/AAAAAAAABBo/YkA9t5gKxNM/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUH9z_meEMI/AAAAAAAABBo/YkA9t5gKxNM/s320/Christmas+cookies+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278779307942875330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Professor making &lt;a href="http://jas.familyfun.go.com/recipefinder/display?id=40758"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Muddy Snowballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Rest assured, all hands were washed and sterilized beforehand;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUH9YcU_aqI/AAAAAAAABBg/o6g_RrmaJIw/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUH9YcU_aqI/AAAAAAAABBg/o6g_RrmaJIw/s320/Christmas+cookies+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278778834617854626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More sugar cookies made from my new snowflake cookie cutter. Simple yet pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUIA-3asrmI/AAAAAAAABB4/jMry8Tf6jtE/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUIA-3asrmI/AAAAAAAABB4/jMry8Tf6jtE/s320/Christmas+cookies+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278782793259462242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The snowballs and gingerbread completed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUICrn-gWII/AAAAAAAABCA/c1EjbZJVAJg/s1600-h/Christmas+cookies+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUICrn-gWII/AAAAAAAABCA/c1EjbZJVAJg/s320/Christmas+cookies+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278784661720422530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also plan to make some cookies-on-a-stick. If you're wondering how I have time to make all these, the answer is that I make up all my doughs beforehand, then pull them out and bake a couple dozen at a time (at sometimes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;odd&lt;/span&gt; times). I do find baking extremely relaxing, so when I need a break from homeschooling and running to and fro, I pull out the dough and take a time out. Unfortunately, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; make more mess to clean up:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to join us in Recipe Fun Friday, stop by &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/12/recipe-fun-friday-gingerbread.html"&gt;Nikki's&lt;/a&gt; and link up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2636136706882246101?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2636136706882246101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2636136706882246101' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2636136706882246101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2636136706882246101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/recipe-fun-friday-parade-of-christmas.html' title='Recipe Fun Friday- Parade of Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SUH_YxFVGDI/AAAAAAAABBw/tTF7khXysAU/s72-c/Christmas+cookies+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-8308344539985528831</id><published>2008-12-10T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:00:45.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season- MY Ebay Tips</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by no means&lt;/span&gt; an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; professional.  There are many people who make a tidy sum selling on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;, but I'm not (for the most part) one of them. The truth is, I do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; selling and buying in spurts. Of my 208 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;feedbacks&lt;/span&gt;, only one has been in the last 6 months. Sometimes I forget it's there;) Then there are times like now when I'm anxious to make a little side money for Christmas and so I start digging around in my closets for those things I've been meaning (for the last 6 months) to put on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a short time when we were able to find a supply to meet a demand in a particular category.  We made around $25 an auction (all profit) and it was a nice little side job. At the end of the auction, we would literally just click the "sell another of these items" button, and we were ready to go again. That lasted for about 6 months and then it pretty much dried up. But at the time it was an incredible help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you're much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; than myself in this area, you can skip right over this post. But if you're like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Brandi&lt;/span&gt;, and interested in selling but not sure of how to get started, I might just be able to help you out a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are my tips, listed in random order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1) Always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take pictures&lt;/span&gt; of what you're selling. Take care with your presentation of your item. An example: Make sure the area is well lighted. You wouldn't believe some of the murky pictures people put on their listings. Or they take a picture of a clothing item &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;folded&lt;/span&gt; rather than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hung&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; People want to see what they're buying&lt;/span&gt;. Plus, they judge who is selling the item by the picture. If they are finicky like me, and want to buy clothing from a home that's clean (minus the mold smell and dog hair) they will get their impression by your presentation. One of my favorite places to take my pictures of smaller items is on my dining room table. It has a beautiful tablecloth that makes anything look better in a picture. Or on my bedspread. Or I even lay out solid colored sheets of construction paper and lay the item on there. An example of the importance of pictures: I recently saw a collectible that sells for around $25 dollars listed without a picture (they were newbies;). It was listed at $10 but the auction came to an end without any bids.  They &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;relisted&lt;/span&gt; (again without a pic) but a few days before auction end this time she (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;) put up a picture. Within a few hours she had a bid and her item was sold. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot tell you&lt;/span&gt; how hard it was for me NOT to email her and say&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; put a picture on that listing&lt;/span&gt;... but she obviously caught on, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2) Patience is a Virtue&lt;/span&gt; in the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; experience.  It takes 7 days for your item to come to an end (unless you include buy-it-now) and many people (myself included) wait until the very end to bid. Sometimes because they are watching other auctions, or even bidding on the same item and waiting to see if they win it. Or they simply don't want to start the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bidding snowball&lt;/span&gt;. I have a Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tikes&lt;/span&gt; Christmas train set (that I got for a steal) that is on auction right now. I started it at $19.99 and there isn't one bid on it yet. But what you won't see is that 6 people are presently watching it. Most likely at least a few of them want to get it for the starting price, and so are not planning to bid til the last moment. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And so it goes.&lt;/span&gt;  Some things (like gift cards) usually have bids within a few hours. The gift card bidders love to bid things up to near the amount within the first few days (don't ask me why). I don't pay much attention to my auctions (except for watching for bidders &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;questions&lt;/span&gt;) until the last 24-48 hours.  Also, be aware of the fact that some people will take the full amount of time to pay you (accepted time period is 7 days). I sold a Lot of items that went for $150 once in which the buyer took as long as possible to pay me. What bothered me the most was that he didn't contact me to let me know his intentions (something I always require in my listings). But he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; pay the 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; day. And if all else fails, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;re-list&lt;/span&gt;. The right person may not have happened along that particular week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Word your listing with care.&lt;/span&gt; Describe your item &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thoroughly&lt;/span&gt;. Even if the picture seems to tell it all.  Use your adjectives (ex: in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; condition or worn&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gently&lt;/span&gt;). List even small defects (ex: page is slightly dog-eared, small amount of wear on cuff). Anything that someone could complain about later. This also gives you legitimacy in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bidder's&lt;/span&gt; eyes. Also, put in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disclaimers&lt;/span&gt; to protect yourself. If you are selling "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as is&lt;/span&gt;" say so. Many people&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; will not bid&lt;/span&gt; if you do not offer returns. But you can offer to accept returns with criteria: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;returns accepted only if item is misrepresented &lt;/span&gt;in listing. OR &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will accept returns but buyer must pay return shipping&lt;/span&gt; (in a case of someone mistakenly buying a wrong part;I've been there before). Also, put your payment expectations. I require payment within 7 days, but contact (through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; messages) within the first 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feedback&lt;/span&gt; is your reputation. Your feedback score tells bidders whether they can trust you, and what kind of seller you are. Sometimes keeping 100% feedback means bending over backwards. I've had a few people who were clearly in the wrong in their demands (even according to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; officials) but to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smooth the waters&lt;/span&gt;, I accepted their return or did a partial &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;reimbursement&lt;/span&gt;. Like anywhere else in life, their are some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;scammers&lt;/span&gt; and dishonest, or maybe just outright cranky people who frequent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;. But if you plan to be a seller or buyer for the long-haul, you definitely want the best rating possible. I have received emails from several people who told me they skipped over other auctions (one at a $50. lower bid) because of my 100% feedback. They simply felt they could trust me. And I have done the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5) Make shipping a priority&lt;/span&gt;.  People like to get their items quickly.  After all, don't you get impatient having to stand in line for 20 minutes to pay for your item at the store? Well, multiply that by days. If you looked at my feedback, you'd find that almost every one of them mentions my fast shipping. It is a huge plus. I ship within 24 hours for the most part. And people appreciate that. Someone may even email you ahead of time and ask you to ship that same day. Try to be flexible (especially if it means a nice sell). One thing I do to help this is to group my auctions 4 at a time so that I don't get overwhelmed by having to get too much out. And you can also have your packaging ready to go ahead of time (minus the address to fill in). You &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; buy your postage online through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;, but I just take care of mine at the Post Office. I always email my buyers right away with an&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; intent to ship&lt;/span&gt; time, and then email again after I ship the item.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6) Your starting bid.&lt;/span&gt; While &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; will encourage you to start your item as low as possible, be conscious of the fact that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it just may sell for that&lt;/span&gt;. It's better to list for the least amount you're willing to accept. If you want to be cheap, do so through your shipping. DO NOT pad your shipping (other than minimal supply cost, though I myself don't even do that). People HATE (yes, I speak for the people) when someone lists something for a great price, only to find when you check the listing that they have heavily padded the shipping price. I see auctions that don't sell for that reason often. And it gives you the air of dishonesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7) Use Buy-it-now.&lt;/span&gt; This is an option I really like. Not everyone has time to wait around for an auction to end. Or to be at the computer on Saturday afternoon at 2:37...  So buy-it-now gives them the option of getting what they want right away. And some people will hunt and hunt through listings for these (I do myself at times). Even better, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt; you can get great deals this way. Some are listed very reasonably. Or they may even take offers (though the seller can take the full 48 hours to get back to you, and you are fully obligated once you put in the offer).&lt;br /&gt;There are buyers who are willing to pay you more for an item than you might get at auction for it through this option as well. You can list an item at auction &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; buy-it-now as an additional option (only 10 cents more) but it will go completely to auction if someone puts a beginning bid on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Paypal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Once you sign up, it's totally convenient, and incredibly easy. And other online sites will let you use your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Paypal&lt;/span&gt; account to make purchases (Amazon is one). It gives you protection, and makes the whole payment end of the transaction go smoothly. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; accept &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Paypal&lt;/span&gt; for my auctions payments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9) Don't be intimidated.&lt;/span&gt; Selling on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; hard. It may seem like it takes a long time at first to list, but once you get the hang of it, you'll fly through the process. I probably take an average of 10 minutes to post each of my listings. Some items that are worth more, you may want to take more time for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; dressing it up&lt;/span&gt; purposes.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I also use a basic template (with all the same disclaimers) for my clothing or collectible auctions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10) Do a little homework&lt;/span&gt; to find your niche. You don't have to, but it helps, especially in the beginning. Check&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; completed listings&lt;/span&gt; to see what things sold for. You will notice that the very same items can sell for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drastic&lt;/span&gt; differences. I print up the successful auction listings on higher-priced items (already completed) and closely duplicate the wording (and sometimes even the timing). Mind you, I'm not talking clothing or such here. More like a collectible. Regardless of all your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;strategising&lt;/span&gt;, your item might&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; sell for as much. Sometimes it's just a matter of chance. But knowing your item's potential and selling points can definitely pay off if you plan to sell on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to list my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; name here, and hope I don't regret it;)  I thought about getting a secondary one to use for this post, but I don't want to affect my present feedback. You'll notice some of my auctions are started quite low, because I pretty much am selling those items as if it was at a garage sale.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Which reminds me:&lt;/span&gt; Shipping prices have gone up. Unfortunately, that has affected sales. People have to consider if they want to pay $5 dollars for a little girls dress, and then add another $5 to pay for shipping. OR people think you're padding your shipping. It's a little frustrating, but it's part of the whole deal. Offering combined shipping to save people money on multiple wins can help. Offer parcel post AND priority. And like I said before, Re-list if it doesn't sell. The right person may not have come along. You can balance your little sales with bigger items to make it seem more worth your time. Watch garage sales and thrift stores (or even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt;, my BIL makes big money that way)  for possible items. After all, you're already shopping there anyhow:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's company likes to give him small bonuses by way of restaurant gift cards (Starbucks is the most common) and movie certificates. These are all re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;sellable&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; and do quite well. So that is what you will periodically also see in my listings. So if you're interested, here it is (and no I did not choose this I.D., the hubby did) : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;gew&lt;/span&gt;6463&lt;/span&gt;.  If you go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; and put it in, you can see my listings (bid if you like:), or just see how I list in my own personal style;) I tried to link to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; here, but it keeps automatically going to my homepage. So just google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One more hint&lt;/span&gt;: When buying on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;, read the listing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;carefully&lt;/span&gt;. Make sure you are getting what you&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; think&lt;/span&gt; you're getting. Most sellers are legitimate in my experience, but there are a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;scammers&lt;/span&gt;. Also, do NOT respond to emails that say you bought something that you didn't bid on at all. A few people have been tricked that way. You can directly contact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; and I have found their customer service to be mostly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you plan to list for Christmas, NOW is the time. You might even want to do a shorter listing (which are at 50% off listing price right now), and also mention that it will arrive in time for Christmas if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*EDIT&lt;/span&gt;  I just checked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;, and my Christmas train set just sold at Buy-it-now for $30... I paid $5 for it at a garage sale. Not bragging here (truly I'm not) just saying that you really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; make a little money on the side if you find the right products. Okay, I'm all done now. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-8308344539985528831?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/8308344539985528831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=8308344539985528831' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8308344539985528831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8308344539985528831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-my-ebay-tips.html' title='Tis the Season- MY Ebay Tips'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-7413303916173226827</id><published>2008-12-09T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:55:27.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading the holiday cheer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday the kids and I thought we would help Sugar (our puppy) get into the spirit of the holidays. I had picked up the cutest little doggie Santa suit from a local discount store. It even had a little hat to go with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she didn't care for the suit. AT.ALL. And when we put the finishing touch of the hat on, she became&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; as one possessed&lt;/span&gt; (kind of like that Bible story of the pigs who jumped off the cliff).  Of course, it didn't help that the hat was too big, and rendered her unable to see a singl&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/ST6r39sw9oI/AAAAAAAABBQ/m58whGZkBMQ/s1600-h/sugar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/ST6r39sw9oI/AAAAAAAABBQ/m58whGZkBMQ/s320/sugar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277844791268275842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e thing. If she had only waited, I would have taken it off (right after the picture of course).  Instead, she flopped blindlessly around the living heading straight for my solid wood coffee table that she likes to hide under.  But I was pretty sure she wasn't going to remember to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duck&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the hat had to go. But I did get her to calm down (somewhat) for this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HONESTLY, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no puppies were harmed in the writing of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be posting about selling on Ebay. At least, that's the plan..;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-7413303916173226827?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/7413303916173226827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=7413303916173226827' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7413303916173226827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/7413303916173226827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/spreading-holiday-cheer.html' title='Spreading the holiday cheer'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/ST6r39sw9oI/AAAAAAAABBQ/m58whGZkBMQ/s72-c/sugar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-8546557890329045899</id><published>2008-12-08T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T08:54:35.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new week begins</title><content type='html'>I was planning to post about selling on Ebay today, but I can't seem to pull my thoughts together in that area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something a bit unusual for me last night. I stayed out til 3 am at a girlfriends house. We both homeschool, and in spite of the fact that neither of us have "outside" jobs, we still haven't been able to get together for a real visit in such a long time. Homeschooling and our kid's extracurricular activities are keeping us both running here and there, or busy at home.  It really was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last resort&lt;/span&gt; to visit after our families were snug in their beds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that's how six hours flew by&lt;/span&gt;.  Strange, because it seemed like such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I'll miss those hours of sleep, the trade-off is well worth it.  I find this sort of thing tends to invigorate me mentally. Which reminds me just how much I need to take these occasional time-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the house was still standing when I came home;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since I don't have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; post today, I thought I would point you in the direction of Marva's new blog &lt;a href="http://marvasmixes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marva's Marvelous Mixes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. And congratulations Marva on your new venture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-8546557890329045899?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/8546557890329045899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=8546557890329045899' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8546557890329045899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8546557890329045899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-week-begins.html' title='A new week begins'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3385956944479536742</id><published>2008-12-05T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:04:13.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipe Fun Friday - Snowmen and frosted trees</title><content type='html'>I'm not exactly listing a recipe today.  These cookies can be made with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any&lt;/span&gt; sugar cookie dough. I made mine homemade, but I'm sure some people would much rather just grab pre-made cookie dough from the store. Anyway, these were cute, so I thought I would share them. Plus Nikki's forcing me to do it as part of her giveaway requirements... just kidding!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/recipe.aspx?recipeID=46143&amp;amp;Source=SearchResultPage&amp;amp;terms=jolly"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; the link for these weather-ready Snowmen. Those are ear muffs for those of you who are wondering;)  They're a little heavy on the candy for my liking, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just one&lt;/span&gt; won't kill ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STlD9zzOzCI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wmVZ2MqKKeg/s1600-h/ebay+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STlD9zzOzCI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wmVZ2MqKKeg/s320/ebay+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276323167597415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These trees were made with dyed sugar cookie dough, with the sides dipped in white chocolate after baking. Simple, but a nice touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STk-lfzqmOI/AAAAAAAABAI/cB_JpTcCTqM/s1600-h/ebay+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STk-lfzqmOI/AAAAAAAABAI/cB_JpTcCTqM/s320/ebay+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276317252355528930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you'd like to join us in Recipe Fun Friday, stop by &lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nikki's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and link up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ALSO WANTED TO MENTION&lt;/span&gt; that Nikki's cousin &lt;a href="http://angelas-notes.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-very-own-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is having her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; giveaway.  Specifically a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog makeover&lt;/span&gt; by none else than her wonderful hubby Dustin (I'm just repeating what I've heard:). I would SO love to win this.  I'm really hurting in this department. And DO NOT tell me to learn to do it myself. That's why there's blog makeover people...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3385956944479536742?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3385956944479536742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3385956944479536742' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3385956944479536742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3385956944479536742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/recipe-fun-friday-snowmen-and-frosted.html' title='Recipe Fun Friday - Snowmen and frosted trees'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STlD9zzOzCI/AAAAAAAABAQ/wmVZ2MqKKeg/s72-c/ebay+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3938889837426166175</id><published>2008-12-04T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:50:46.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could kick myself</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know that I just posted a short while ago, but I need to let off a little steam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had your thrifty ways come back to bite you?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hate it when that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are truly very few material things I wish for in life. But I came across something about a week ago that reminded me so much of the happiness of my youth, I simply longed to buy it. You know, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/span&gt; will get you every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went on Ebay and, sure enough, they had it (they have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;).  Anyway, hubby had told me that he made a little money on the side and to buy it as my Christmas gift from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But could I? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there squabbling with myself that I had just missed a buy-it-now price at $23 instead of the $27 that I could get it for now.  So while I went back and forth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price on this item has raised to $60-$80!!!  It's a limited edition item, so (obviously) there are only so many available.  The big sellers have realized this, so up goes the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I could have had it for $27 :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errrrr...  Sometimes I wish I could lose the thrifty mentality for just a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;I'm not going to say what it is.  If there's still one floating out there somewhere for a reasonable price (and I've checked all over the web), I don't want anyone ahead of me in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I'm that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paranoid.&lt;/span&gt;  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3938889837426166175?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3938889837426166175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3938889837426166175' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3938889837426166175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3938889837426166175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-could-kick-myself.html' title='I could kick myself'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-4230486337688044002</id><published>2008-12-04T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:42:53.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramping up for the big one</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow night I'll be running a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; Christmas party at a different church than my own. I've been doing this party each year for about 6 years now. The parents of the kids will be going to a Christmas banquet, and they have us come in so that their own people won't have to miss out. We're expecting around 70 kids, and it will last about 3 hours, which gets a little long for some of the kids. So we definitely have to have it planned out to keep them busy and distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have Christmas crafts, games, a raffle, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;playdough&lt;/span&gt;, snacks (pizza &amp;amp; cake), a coloring contest, songs, and my personal favorite of making gingerbread houses.  Fortunately, I have a great crew of helpers (including my husband). My husband and I will have the biggest group of around 40 kids (4-10 years) and it can be a little challenging to work with the different ages in one group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should add that we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; paid to do this.  And with my husband and I both doing it, it's definitely a nice addition to the Christmas fund. Plus, I'm quite fond of the children there.  We all have a great time together. But it still is a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; big&lt;/span&gt; relief when it all comes to a successful end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have one little worry... it seems to be my turn to have the slight flu bug we're passing around in our house.  No throwing up, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt; stomachs and a sore throat with general &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;achiness&lt;/span&gt;.  So I'll be alternating chicken broth with hot tea and water, and popping tons of vitamin C.  Which seems to work much better for me than all those OTC drugs that just make me tired (like I'm not tired enough already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; feeling a little stir-crazy from being cooped up in the house more than normal. Hopefully tomorrow night will make up for that;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to post a recipe for Recipe Fun Friday tomorrow... which means you would also be entered in&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-year-blogoversary.html"&gt; Nikki's&lt;/a&gt; giveaway:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-4230486337688044002?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/4230486337688044002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=4230486337688044002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4230486337688044002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4230486337688044002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/ramping-up-for-big-one.html' title='Ramping up for the big one'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1793757799939570175</id><published>2008-12-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:06:40.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News in the Puppy Department</title><content type='html'>I have to admit I was getting nervous when our puppies hit the 8-week-old mark right before Thanksgiving, and we still had 7 left. Last Friday night we put an ad in the local newspaper (online), and by Saturday night they were all sold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling just a tinge of empty nest syndrome. I didn't expect them to go so fast. And it's NOT that I miss having to buy truckloads of dog food, or cleaning up their messes. But I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; kind of miss how all 8 of them would follow me around the yard in this little pack. They were just the cutest little things. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday we will be delivering one of them to a little girl for her 1st birthday. I cannot tell you how happy I am about the homes they all went to. We met each family and they were such nice people. I really enjoyed how excited the kids (and adults) were about getting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we kept one of the puppies. We chose the littlest one of the litter because she is small and petite like Ginger. But she has a white coat which I think will be so pretty when she gets older. Anyway, here's a picture of SUGAR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STXV_Fyw3qI/AAAAAAAAA_w/J646QRWqq7g/s1600-h/puppies2+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STXV_Fyw3qI/AAAAAAAAA_w/J646QRWqq7g/s400/puppies2+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275357818397974178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's a cute little thing, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1793757799939570175?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1793757799939570175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1793757799939570175' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1793757799939570175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1793757799939570175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-news-in-puppie-department.html' title='Good News in the Puppy Department'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STXV_Fyw3qI/AAAAAAAAA_w/J646QRWqq7g/s72-c/puppies2+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1284703479281185698</id><published>2008-12-01T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T12:37:31.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; say it's beginning to look &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhat&lt;/span&gt; like Christmas, since I wasn't able to finish my Christmas decorating this weekend. You could say, in a way, that my Saturday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;went to the dogs&lt;/span&gt;... but more about that tomorrow (that's what you call a cliff-hanger; I know you're all breathless with anticipation;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until a few years ago (maybe 4 or 5) I really didn't have that many Christmas decorations. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;guess&lt;/span&gt; having babies, and being very sick during the whole process, made me feel like getting a tree up was a big enough accomplishment.... and it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt;.    Bu&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t between those after-Christmas clearance sales, and the thrift store, I've managed to accumulate quite a bit in the last few seasons. I admit I haven't the patience to decorate with anything that takes much work to arrange or put together; I do my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quick switch&lt;/span&gt; of the season, and then it has to carry it's own weight;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some simple-but-homey Christmas decorations. With commentary of course:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQak1yMKcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/98qDwH1dMGQ/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQak1yMKcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/98qDwH1dMGQ/s400/Christmas+decorations+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274870283772897730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Snowman is one of my favorite decorations. He's actually a ceramic bathroom trash receptacle I came across at the thrift store, but I thought he would look adorable holding some holiday greenery. I need to get a few more sprigs to fill him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQa26t1eXI/AAAAAAAAA9g/fXedYwb45Q0/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQa26t1eXI/AAAAAAAAA9g/fXedYwb45Q0/s400/Christmas+decorations+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274870594334456178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My middle child loves nutcrackers, so we both keep an eye out for a new one to add to the collection each year.  One of the books here is called the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ADVENTure&lt;/span&gt; of Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. It has some wonderful ideas for activities with kids, I'm hoping to be able to do many of them this holiday season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQfEeBlFOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/B9nVNKZHypQ/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQfEeBlFOI/AAAAAAAAA_A/B9nVNKZHypQ/s320/Christmas+decorations+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274875225197319394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the brassy colors of this Yankee candle wick lamp; now if I could only figure out how to light it..;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQeLobsiXI/AAAAAAAAA-o/vcTRaCQq7b4/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQeLobsiXI/AAAAAAAAA-o/vcTRaCQq7b4/s400/Christmas+decorations+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274874248738670962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dearly love small blankets and throws like this one. They seem to be considered a little old-fashioned nowadays. Which is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; fine&lt;/span&gt; with me; it means I am able to find beautiful ones for every season at the second-hand store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQlMqN5pdI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0Gey9GIuEBI/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQlMqN5pdI/AAAAAAAAA_I/0Gey9GIuEBI/s320/Christmas+decorations+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274881962978944466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQctJZJ5II/AAAAAAAAA-A/9wJ5_SNIros/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQctJZJ5II/AAAAAAAAA-A/9wJ5_SNIros/s320/Christmas+decorations+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274872625498809474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kid's big, comfy chair. This blanket is sooo soft. It's the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; perfect&lt;/span&gt; snuggling spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQZ_fJVzzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/-Orlzt8_AE8/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQZ_fJVzzI/AAAAAAAAA9I/-Orlzt8_AE8/s400/Christmas+decorations+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274869642040823602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't quite decided where to put this nativity scene.  It's made by Avon, and I simply fell in love with it when I came across it at an after-holiday sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQbjSrZdZI/AAAAAAAAA9w/oClNd3pmp6s/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQbjSrZdZI/AAAAAAAAA9w/oClNd3pmp6s/s400/Christmas+decorations+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274871356680926610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I found a set of 4 Debbie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mumm&lt;/span&gt; snowflake plates at Goodwill, I had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no idea &lt;/span&gt;how much they cost originally. Would you believe a set of 4 of these is selling on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt; for around $40!  Unless my math is wrong, that $10 a plate-wow! I'm going to be hunting for more this year (at a hopefully more reasonable price).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQqEYYtNfI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/4WxL8qid22g/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQqEYYtNfI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/4WxL8qid22g/s400/Christmas+decorations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274887318311613938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More nutcrackers standing guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQc9_B3poI/AAAAAAAAA-I/AyLzLINd7gs/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQc9_B3poI/AAAAAAAAA-I/AyLzLINd7gs/s320/Christmas+decorations+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274872914774566530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay... who called in the military? Obviously, this was one of the boy's idea of decorating the base of the tree, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  It's not sticking around, I assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQdPr_ThkI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/F2hSm3SfY74/s1600-h/Christmas+decorations+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQdPr_ThkI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/F2hSm3SfY74/s400/Christmas+decorations+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274873218901182018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was leaning towards getting a real tree this year, but we decided to wait til next year. I tried with and without the flash, but for some reason I can't get the lights to show up very well for the picture. The kids loved decorating it as usual.  And the Princess has a little bag for myself already setting under the tree... I wonder what it could be? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now is the perfect time to mention that my dear blogging friend Nikki (of&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-year-blogoversary.html"&gt; Nikki's Notes&lt;/a&gt;) is having a Christmas giveaway.  She loves to crochet, and I've been envying her finished projects for a while now. Especially the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;poinsettia&lt;/span&gt;-themed items... which just so happens to be the giveaway item this time.  So be sure to stop by her blog and leave a comment.  And if it just so happens that a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;poinsettia&lt;/span&gt; design would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally clash&lt;/span&gt; with your Christmas decor (okay, I know that's stretching it a bit) tell her to forward it to me if you should happen to be the lucky winner. Because she's assured me that she will&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not&lt;/span&gt; be taking any bribes... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; that I would ever consider doing such a thing;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to go restart my Nat King Cole Christmas CD.  The kids are getting just a little tired of it, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; will.  And&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it's common knowledge that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom's&lt;/span&gt; vote counts the most, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Monday~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1284703479281185698?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1284703479281185698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1284703479281185698' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1284703479281185698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1284703479281185698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STQak1yMKcI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/98qDwH1dMGQ/s72-c/Christmas+decorations+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-4778914631118615016</id><published>2008-11-29T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:51:29.498-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Celebrations'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a little late with this post;) I meant to post on Thanksgiving eve, but the whole busyness of cooking overtook me. Add to that the fact that I promised the kids they could each choose and make a dish, which somewhat prolonged the job... but it was lots of fun all around:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Professor made the mashed potatoes (and learned that there are lots of different things you can stick in there) the Artist made deviled eggs (reminding me of a summer picnic, but it was&lt;span&gt; his&lt;/span&gt; choice) and the Princess made turkey cookies... she always seems to sneak cookies in somehow:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STGGVdHC4wI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fei0IqVmw9s/s1600-h/puppies2+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STGGVdHC4wI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fei0IqVmw9s/s320/puppies2+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274144341777113858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We enjoyed stuffing ourselves after the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obligatory&lt;/span&gt; picture was taken.  The boys had each written a little essay on what they were thankful for (have to sneak those essays in where you can) and we enjoyed hearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STGFFMbl4yI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/MH3M2VY0VHc/s1600-h/puppies2+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STGFFMbl4yI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/MH3M2VY0VHc/s320/puppies2+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274142962910356258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On to the games.&lt;/span&gt;  This board game is all the craze at our house right now. It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stratego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and reminds me of another version of chess, but using numbers along with the strategy. The Princess will play this game non-stop (provided she can find willing partners) and I have noticed it is sharpening her maths skills a bit.  Like I said, gotta sneak it in where you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STGU_lcB0nI/AAAAAAAAA8o/6Va-WApe8p4/s1600-h/puppies2+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STGU_lcB0nI/AAAAAAAAA8o/6Va-WApe8p4/s320/puppies2+111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274160458729902706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, it was a wonderful, relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/span&gt; (I'm doubling up on posts here:).  Hubby did the&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; rush-out-to-get-the amazing-deal&lt;/span&gt; on this day.  He was back about 30 minutes later with the items in hand (no kidding).  Around 8 AM I left to pick up the usual socks and pajamas at 1/2 price, along with the boy's matching Christmas sweaters. They were Oshkosh (the sweaters) and regularly priced $32. each; I paid $13 for them!  Anyway, that was pretty much the extent of my shopping, other than a few little odds and ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings us to the present day.  I plan to reorganize my bathroom today, and pull out all the Christmas decorating stuff.  Hopefully we'll have our tree up by the end of the day. I didn't want to change my colors on my blog though til I had wrapped up Thanksgiving:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving as well.  See you on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-4778914631118615016?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/4778914631118615016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=4778914631118615016' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4778914631118615016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/4778914631118615016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/STGGVdHC4wI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fei0IqVmw9s/s72-c/puppies2+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-6982147816234819203</id><published>2008-11-25T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T09:14:03.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Shopping</title><content type='html'>I don't usually do what-I-bought-out-shopping posts.  But yesterday I was able to take advantage of some get-you-in-the-door Thanksgiving sales that were quite good. Of course, good prices are relative depending on your location. I remember 11 years ago when I moved from Indiana to Oregon. That was a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shock&lt;/span&gt;. I actually thought Washington apples would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheaper&lt;/span&gt; once I lived next door to Washington State... apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I've adjusted somewhat. And being on a gleaner's program has been a big help. Anyway, here's a few of the deals I was able to take advantage of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 dozen eggs @ $1.15 each&lt;br /&gt;4 Tillamook 1lb butter @ $1.77 each (regular local price $3.75 each)&lt;br /&gt;3 boxes of chex cereal (variety) @ $1.38 per box&lt;br /&gt;6 Jimmy Dean Sausage @ $1.99 each  (regular local price $3.49 each)&lt;br /&gt;3 lb bag Sunkist tangerines @ $1.99 bag&lt;br /&gt;10 lbs Garnet yams @38 cents per lb&lt;br /&gt;2 bags Ocean Spray cranberries @$1.99 each&lt;br /&gt;3 Sarah Lee 100% honey whole wheat bread @ .99 cents each&lt;br /&gt;2 can (20oz) gift-pack of Planters nuts Jumbo cashews/Mixed nuts @ $2.99 (half-price)&lt;br /&gt;2 boxes Ritz whole wheat crackers @ $2.28 per box&lt;br /&gt;2 Large heads of cauliflower @ $1.28 per head&lt;br /&gt;14 lb Norbest TURKEY @ 22 cents per lb = $2.78&lt;br /&gt;14 lb Butterball TURKEY @ 58 cents per lb = $7.77&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought more than this of course. But these were the items that were especially good deals for around here.  Which makes a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; huge&lt;/span&gt; difference in our food budget.  I have to admit that I go a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turkey crazy&lt;/span&gt; this time of year; when else can you get meat for under 60 cents a lb?  So I stock up each year. My family loves Turkey, so we should have no problem eating the 4 I have in the freezer right now...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back to my very long to-do list for this week. With hubby being home (and no homeschool), I should be able to get a lot accomplished this week. At least that's what I'm telling myself:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-6982147816234819203?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/6982147816234819203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=6982147816234819203' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6982147816234819203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/6982147816234819203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-shopping.html' title='Thanksgiving Shopping'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1593876432779934503</id><published>2008-11-21T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:04:34.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite recipes'/><title type='text'>Recipe Fun Friday- Peanut Butter Bears</title><content type='html'>This week has flown by so quickly. I didn't get the chance to try a new recipe, so I pulled down one of my Kid's Cookbooks this morning, and picked out something I thought they would enjoy making.  So here is this weeks recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Peanut Butter Bears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup shortening (I used butter)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup Peanut Butter&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups granulated sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1.5 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 1/4 cup flour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Beat shortening and peanut butter on medium speed. Add sugars and baking soda, mixing well. Beat in eggs and vanilla til the mixture is smooth. Add flour 1/2 cup at a time. Beat in any remaining flour (in the bowl) with a wooden spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bear instructions  &lt;/span&gt; Shape dough into following sizes: Large ball(1 inch) for body. 3/4 inch for head. 1/2 inch balls (6) for hands, feet, and ears. 1/4 inch ball for nose. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or&lt;/span&gt; do them any size you want:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 10-12 minutes until light brown. Add mini chocolate chips for eyes and belly button (yes, that's what that is). If you're cheap like me, you'll use regular chips because it's what you have on hand;) Although the giant belly buttons &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; look rather odd, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SSdE3E2nmxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/3aDW7r7kaSU/s1600-h/puppies2+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SSdE3E2nmxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/3aDW7r7kaSU/s400/puppies2+049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271257601846778642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To join in Recipe fun Friday, stop by&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt; Nikki's Not&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://nikkis-notes.blogspot.com/"&gt;es&lt;/a&gt; and link up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1593876432779934503?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1593876432779934503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1593876432779934503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1593876432779934503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1593876432779934503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/recipe-fun-friday-peanut-butter-bears.html' title='Recipe Fun Friday- Peanut Butter Bears'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SSdE3E2nmxI/AAAAAAAAAyI/3aDW7r7kaSU/s72-c/puppies2+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3552458258396083767</id><published>2008-11-19T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T22:35:29.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thanksgiving Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SSTVk-Wf-WI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Gi1W-g3qS9c/s1600-h/puppies2+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SSTVk-Wf-WI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Gi1W-g3qS9c/s400/puppies2+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270572295119698274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to take a little time off of our school projects we've been working on to make this thanksgiving tree with the kids.  Here are the instructions if anyone is interested:  I used a 20 oz metal can for the base. We made plaster of paris from a mixture of flour (2 cups) and water (1.3 cups), with about 2 Tbsp of glue mixed in.  It filled the can up halfway.  Then we added rocks on top of the plaster to give it more stability. The kids filled out the leaves and then we taped them to the branch/tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fairly easy, and my kids really enjoyed it. It was interesting to see what they chose to put on each of their individual leaves.  The Professor was thankful for school and books.  The artist for his legos and family.  The Princess for Ginger, the puppies, and Jesus.   They also chose Bible verses with a thankful theme to add to some of the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I'm thankful this week is going by so quickly. Friday starts our Thankgiving vacation school-wise, and I am&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; so&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to having a week off. My husband will also have the week off from work, so the kids will get to spend extra time with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so ends another exciting post;)  Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3552458258396083767?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3552458258396083767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3552458258396083767' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3552458258396083767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3552458258396083767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-tree.html' title='The Thanksgiving Tree'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SSTVk-Wf-WI/AAAAAAAAAx4/Gi1W-g3qS9c/s72-c/puppies2+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-377268362385812177</id><published>2008-11-18T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:45:51.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few awards</title><content type='html'>I was pleasantly surprised to find that over the weekend I was given an award(s) by two of my favorite fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kristy&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;a href="http://www.homemakerscottage.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Homemakers Cottage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; has graciously given me the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Marie Antoinette Real Person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Award&lt;/span&gt;.  I've  enjoyed reading about Kristy (a Pastor's wife) and her families day to day activities over the last year or so. But I also go to her blog because of the many posts she has written (and will hopefully continue to write) on issues that I think are important for Christian women to consider.  So many times she writes exactly what I want to write on an important topic, but so much better than I possibly could. I know she has helped many of us to be better wives and mothers.  So thank you Kristy for this award, I definitely consider it a compliment coming from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Frasypoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://everythingandinbetween.blogspot.com/2008/11/award.html"&gt;This and That&lt;/a&gt; has also given me the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let them eat cake (keeping it real) Award&lt;/span&gt;. I think these are possibly the same award (being that it was Marie Antoinette who made that memorable remark), but in case I'm wrong I wanted to list it both ways.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frasypoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a Southern Peach by way of India&lt;/span&gt;" to put it in her own words.  She writes colorful posts on a variety of topics, including politics. I appreciate her passion for life, and for the Republican party;)  Thank you so much for giving me this award &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Frazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's good to see your friendly "face" in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blog world&lt;/span&gt; once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passing this award on to two fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The first one,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://blessedfrugalness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marva&lt;/a&gt;, has been a blogging friend for a while now.  She has gone through some truly trying times this past year.  In spite of it all, she continues to have a sweet, positive spirit. Sometimes she blogs about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nitty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gritty, or not so enjoyable times in life, but she rarely fails to point out that God is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; good in spite of the circumstances. So I wanted to pass this award on to you friend, and also let you know that you and your family are in my prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next person I'm passing this award to is &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://allsfairinloveandchocolate-gwendolyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-post-is-what-happens-when-i-have.html"&gt;Gwendolyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; My limited blogging time the last few months has meant that I've mostly stayed within my little circle of blogging friends. However, I make a habit of always visiting the blogs of those who comment on my own blog, and that's how I found her. I don't know her very well, but I have to say that she has a talent for taking mundane things and making them quite humorous in a tongue-in-cheek way.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who else could find comfort in the fact that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Barack Obama hates beets?&lt;/span&gt; :)  So Gwendolyn, I'm passing this award to you for making me&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; laugh&lt;/span&gt; while keeping it real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to two Dental appointments this morning. I really dread going to the Dentist, regardless of who actually goes into the room to be worked over;)  I make a habit of reminding myself that we are fortunate to have Dental coverage at all, and that helps to keep the panic down to a workable level (or so I tell myself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Tuesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-377268362385812177?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/377268362385812177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=377268362385812177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/377268362385812177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/377268362385812177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-awards.html' title='A few awards'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-5050650134593399815</id><published>2008-11-14T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:44:56.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday already?</title><content type='html'>This week has gone by so quickly. Between puppies (taking up much too much of my time) and homeschooling projects, it's seems as if it's just been one looong day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that I have a ovarian cyst that chose to act up this week as well. I get so frustrated when I'm feeling fine one moment, only to be down on the floor rolled up into a ball the next moment. It honestly feels like being in labor all over again. Fortunately, I had some vicoden to combat the pain. Unfortunately, it tends to more and more give me migraines and nausea as a side effect. All in all, it's completely exhausting. But when you have kids to care for, you just have to push through it. So I'm pretty worn out from pushing this week;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure any of that can be blamed for my lack of posting. My mind has just been overwhelmed with thoughts this week. We're contemplating making some possible big changes for our family, and going over the pro's and con's has been quite consuming. Before we had children it was so much easier to make these decisions. Now, we have to look at the far-reaching effects, and that's not always easy to figure out. I really don't mean to be all&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; cloak and dagger&lt;/span&gt; about it, but I just can't say more at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I don't have a recipe to post this week. At least&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not yet.&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I manage to try something new for our Friday family fun night, so maybe I'll add that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are supposed to have unusually nice weather here, so we're planning to take advantage of it by visiting one of the state parks. My children (and hubby) love hiking, so I might just settle under a big tree with a good book, and let them hit the trails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-5050650134593399815?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/5050650134593399815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=5050650134593399815' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5050650134593399815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/5050650134593399815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/is-it-friday-already.html' title='Is it Friday already?'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-8430861069861621910</id><published>2008-11-13T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T01:16:41.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old-fashioned Romance</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chick-flick movie person.  Give me a mystery, or someone chasing a criminal (which is kind of the same thing)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; instead&lt;/span&gt; any time.  I admit it's an awkward admission when I find myself with a group of women discussing their favorite new romantic movie. Is it just me, or are all of them pretty much the same story with different faces?  Sometimes not even different faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in spite of the fact that our home is TV-free (no, I'm not gonna get on a soapbox about that), I do still manage to drag out a movie now and then and attempt to fit in with the rest of the world;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to distract myself from the stomach cramps that made walking quite difficult (I won't bore you with that explanation either), I put on an old movie I dug out of a box: Jane Eyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a quite old version (it had that odd and creepy 60's music), I'm not sure if they've made a modern remake of this one or not.  It had George C. Scott in it, and some lady I didn't recognize.  Of course, most of you probably don't recognize his name anyways,lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it's been a long time since I read the book. And it's a somewhat depressing story in many ways, but it was SO romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is really hard to figure out, because they all stayed thoroughly clothed the whole time, and not one word that they spoke would I be embarrassed to say in front of my own father. No cigarettes, no wild parties. They did hug at one point, but no record-setting lip-locking going on...ewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; that's why it was romantic.&lt;/span&gt; There was a mystery and mystique about it that was completely enchanting. I found myself wishing they would show Jane and Edward years down the road, still in love with each other for all the right reasons.  And maybe throw in a few ankle-biters for good measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I hopelessly old-fashioned? I suppose so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, fitting in is highly over-rated anyway;)  But if you like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; old&lt;/span&gt; chick-flicks, this is one I highly recommend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-8430861069861621910?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/8430861069861621910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=8430861069861621910' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8430861069861621910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8430861069861621910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/old-fashioned-romance.html' title='Old-fashioned Romance'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-1388457764885583475</id><published>2008-11-11T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T11:06:46.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>With the recent elections, I've already done my share of patriotic posts for this month. So I thought I would share this link to an article titled &lt;a href="http://www.dchieftain.com/news/84560-11-08-08.html"&gt;"The true meaning of Veterans Day largely forgotten in America."&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the day off of school today, which is definitely a treat, and we'll be going to a friend's new house for lunch and a play-date.  But we will also take some time out to talk about what this day means to us, and the importance of observing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; to each Veteran who has faithfully served our Country. Your sacrifice and willingness to serve are greatly appreciated. You are the reason why our Flag still waves proudly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-1388457764885583475?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/1388457764885583475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=1388457764885583475' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1388457764885583475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/1388457764885583475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day.html' title='Veterans Day'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-8635602409938946482</id><published>2008-11-07T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:56:06.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Time Out</title><content type='html'>This morning I'm leaving for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ladies&lt;/span&gt; Conference with 20 other women from my church (including Mrs.Darling).  I admit I always dread leaving my family, even if only for a few days. I have a tooth that is giving me a bit of trouble, so I'm taking a strong pair of pliers... don't think I haven't thought about it;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be a lot of fun. I'm not always as keen on the shopping,shopping,shopping... So I'm planning on taking a good book along with me for some of those times. It's hard to stay on a budget when temptation calls like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all a wonderful weekend~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-8635602409938946482?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/8635602409938946482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=8635602409938946482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8635602409938946482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/8635602409938946482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/mom.html' title='Mom&apos;s Time Out'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-604932379508597187</id><published>2008-11-06T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:26:40.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drowning in Puppies</title><content type='html'>Our puppies are cute, really they are.  And I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; feel a great deal of affection towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm tired of cleaning up their messes&lt;/span&gt;.  And&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; do all eight of them have to time their business 5 minutes apart from each other.  By the time I finish cleaning up from the last one, the first one has started the cycle all over again. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few blissful days last week they were outside.  But with the colder, rainy weather they are back inside.  They are now where my large kitchen table used to be (in an enclosed pet yard) and we are using the card table when we eat meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we do not have a garage. So, yes, they must be inside. Or down at my landlord's shop. He thinks it would work perfectly down there.  Sure, in one hours time they would be covered in their own... well, it just wouldn't work.  He's thinking I'm home&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; anyway&lt;/span&gt;, so I could just trot down there all through the day and care for them.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you say we should have thought of this before we had puppies, I will most likely&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; growl&lt;/span&gt; at you. You may not hear it, but I'll be doing it just the same.  I thought tying my dog up during that  special time in her life would prevent this.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Now&lt;/span&gt; I know it doesn't if the other dog is let off it's leash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My landlord (whose dog is the father) has already mentioned doing this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; next year.  He says you can make so much money breeding and selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be nice if you don't have to do all the clean-up;) After all, if I wanted to clean up refuse (animal or otherwise) I'd wear a hazmat suit and go for bigger bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I admit that after I clean up their messes, and they trot up to me and stare at me with their soulful little eyes, I soften just a little bit.  And it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is &lt;/span&gt;comforting to hold them and have them snuggle up close (when they're not knawing on me with their sharp little teeth).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cranky&lt;/span&gt;.  I don't handle dealing with waste products before breakfast very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running low on my supply of Yankee candles;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Okay, I'm fessing up here. While I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have morning duty (and late night), all of my children have been enlisted into the "potty patrol." If I had to do it myself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; all&lt;/span&gt; the time, I'd boot the cute little things right out the door! Well, maybe;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-604932379508597187?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/604932379508597187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=604932379508597187' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/604932379508597187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/604932379508597187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/drowning-in-puppies.html' title='Drowning in Puppies'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-2646887586931593760</id><published>2008-11-05T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:14:52.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you proud to be an American?</title><content type='html'>I was reading an online newspaper and happened upon this statement from an Obama supporter: "If Obama wins the election, I will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; be proud to be an American."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement&lt;span&gt; amazed&lt;/span&gt; me. You see, I've never considered that my pride in being a citizen of this Country had anything to do with who sat in the Oval office.  If that were true, I would very possibly be proud only every four to eight years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good, or bad, that Mr.Obama will do is yet to be seen. It could take&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; to see if he will actually follow through on what he has said he will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But our Ancestors have already stood the test.  They courageously took a trip across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treacherous&lt;/span&gt; seas to come to a new land.  A land that promised freedoms that they hoped and dreamed of. Freedoms that cost many hardships and loss of lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what of the many, many soldiers who have given their lives in so many battles throughout history?  I would say that they have certainly stood the test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I attach to one man my feeling towards my Country, when  many men and women have bravely paved the way for the life that I am allowed to live here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt; about America made me feel proud?     No, certainly not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a picture of our American flag lying on the ground engulfed in flames as an expression of free speech... my heart is saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear of kindergarten children being asked to fill out cards provided by their school teacher in support of freedom of sexual choice... I am deeply disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of that most innocent of creatures, an unborn human being, being sucked into a sink, because of someones desire to selfishly be "free" of the responsibility... I wonder if some of those among us can even have a conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe America is the greatest country in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for those whose pride is tied to one man or ideal: I hope that you will one day understand what&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; true&lt;/span&gt; pride in being an American is and should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because until you do, you will&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;never truly be able to appreciate or be grateful to those who have given you that privilege.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-2646887586931593760?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/2646887586931593760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=2646887586931593760' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2646887586931593760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/2646887586931593760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-proud-to-be-american.html' title='Are you proud to be an American?'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32378954.post-3463059199304955119</id><published>2008-11-04T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:22:13.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Election Day</title><content type='html'>On this momentous day I wanted to share a story I came across last night.  The thought that so many of us Americans will take time out of our everyday, busy schedules to have a voice and say in what goes on in our country is exciting to me. No doubt roughly half the country will not be happy with the outcome, but we'll have done our duty, and what is also a privilege.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This link has nothing to do with election day. Rather, it's the story of a man who served his country well, and has now passed away. So while many claim to be heroes, please take time to read about one who earned that right.&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,446140,00.html"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Here's the link: John Ripley, who led 600 in battle against 20,000 Vietemese, dies at 69.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32378954-3463059199304955119?l=mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/feeds/3463059199304955119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32378954&amp;postID=3463059199304955119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3463059199304955119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32378954/posts/default/3463059199304955119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mykidsmom-greengables.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-day.html' title='Election Day'/><author><name>MyKidsMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08829690651886059542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ElzfFmPV6u0/SXmARcakIPI/AAAAAAAABKM/w4JHLqId0ys/S220/Sherwood+019.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
