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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYEQHwzcCp7ImA9WhRbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264790246993905890</id><updated>2012-02-09T22:58:21.288-08:00</updated><category term="vacations" /><title>Dear Solomon</title><subtitle type="html">For 2010 I've re-named my blog "Dear Solomon." In it I'll record a running dialogue between me and the wisest man on earth.  Each week I'll read one of his blog entries (and attempt to apply it to my life).  If you read my posts, PLEASE comment.  You can comment anonymously (without signing into Blogger) or leave your name within the comment.  You can also click a "reaction" (which tells me that someone out there is reading).  Thanks.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Beth Ward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516299421902631174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69wtbN3eQVc/TtvDmA34iSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vxeCHRsp0pU/s220/33417_1522911878991_1420416631_31383038_5570214_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/DearSolomon" /><feedburner:info uri="dearsolomon" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGQ3w4eip7ImA9WhRQEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264790246993905890.post-6715703728620509252</id><published>2011-12-04T10:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T19:35:22.232-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-05T19:35:22.232-08:00</app:edited><title>Dear Solomon: You are a hypocrite.</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6715703728620509252/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264790246993905890&amp;postID=6715703728620509252&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/6715703728620509252?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/6715703728620509252?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSolomon/~3/eNRy1X9u3_4/dear-solomon-you-are-hypocrite.html" title="Dear Solomon: You are a hypocrite." /><author><name>Beth Ward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516299421902631174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69wtbN3eQVc/TtvDmA34iSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vxeCHRsp0pU/s220/33417_1522911878991_1420416631_31383038_5570214_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Dear Solomon,

Do you have any idea how many churchy people read a chapter of your stuff every day? They read it to themselves and their children hoping, praying, meditating, and trusting that your advice will infuse them causing their good choice meters to register more clicks than their bad choice gauges. And the sad reality is, like an archetypal hero, you were blinded by a tragic flaw. 

You 
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Proverbs 4:13  Always remember what you have learned.  Your education is your life – guard it well.

For a long time I’ve been contemplating education.  What is education?  What is the BEST education?  How would I describe MY EDUCATION?  How can I GUARD my education?  You would think that a person who has spent most of her life working in education, would have well-formulated 
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Today, you can buy a solution for almost every problem.  A quick dial of an 800 number, and a life-changing product will be delivered to your doorstep within days.  I can’t help but notice how interested others are in my solving my problems, restoring my health, making my life easier, and in fixing my hair.  That’s right, my hair.  In fact, the only ones more interested in my 
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Before I report on my current progress I’d like you to consider how well I’ve done with some of the practical applications in Proverbs 1 and 2.  I was stellar in the “do not” department.  Here are some examples of ways I’ve heeded your warnings:

• I didn’t waylay any harmless souls.
• I did not lie in wait.
• I avoided throwing in my lot with thieves. (Unless Mafia Wars counts – 
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According to you, I should seek understanding.  Understanding is a fuzzy concept.  How do I know I’ve achieved it?  Let me tell you about things I understand and things I don’t understand.

I understand why placeholders are used in a multi-digit multiplication algorithm and the need for both explicit phonetic instruction AND exposure to a rich vocabulary to develop strong decoding 
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It’s week one and I’ve been contemplating the first chapter of Proverbs.  The way you introduced your compilation of wisdom convinced me that I can use your help.  My life has grown more and more complicated over the years.  I have three part time jobs, a fledgling business, a family, and a menagerie of animals.   I am faced with dozens of choices every day, and I can rattle off my
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Last month, I discovered everything I needed in life is in aisles 11 and 12 at Walmart.  In the laundry detergent section, jugs and boxes whisper their promises from four-color glossy labels.  CHEER!  What a wonderful and exhilarating thing to have for those occasions when I face 10 loads of post-camping-trip drudgery.  BOUNCE?  Maybe using that will add a spring to my step?  BOLD.
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UwZkv1oMTyEgw7-dEhfvNZQtxJc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UwZkv1oMTyEgw7-dEhfvNZQtxJc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSolomon/~4/g4dlw0vJYX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/2009/12/dear-solomon-tomorrow-new-decade-begins.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UFSHo8cSp7ImA9WxJWEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264790246993905890.post-6119354866777406828</id><published>2009-06-16T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:13:39.479-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-16T23:13:39.479-07:00</app:edited><title>Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6119354866777406828/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264790246993905890&amp;postID=6119354866777406828&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/6119354866777406828?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/6119354866777406828?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSolomon/~3/JKQrcveZCMc/merrily-merrily-merrily-merrily-life-is.html" title="Merrily, Merrily, Merrily, Merrily..." /><author><name>Beth Ward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516299421902631174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69wtbN3eQVc/TtvDmA34iSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vxeCHRsp0pU/s220/33417_1522911878991_1420416631_31383038_5570214_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Recently, Paul and I learned about a moonlight / sunset paddle offered through CSU, Chico’s aquatic center.  The program included kayak rental and a guided tour of the Lake Oroville Forebay.  For some reason, this resonated within our hearts.  We were eager to enjoy the experience and recruited two other couples to join us.  The excursion did not disappoint us.  The weather was perfect and the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ujW_zT55U_H0EfDWaaerBr5PSzc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ujW_zT55U_H0EfDWaaerBr5PSzc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSolomon/~4/LxQuuhJeWWE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/2009/06/disclaimer-this-story-includes-dramatic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UCQnwyfSp7ImA9WxVbF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264790246993905890.post-8620038411461517567</id><published>2009-04-02T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:41:03.295-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-02T17:41:03.295-07:00</app:edited><title>Mowing the Lawn</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8620038411461517567/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264790246993905890&amp;postID=8620038411461517567&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/8620038411461517567?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/8620038411461517567?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSolomon/~3/XmGZOlUpFG8/mowing-lawn.html" title="Mowing the Lawn" /><author><name>Beth Ward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516299421902631174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69wtbN3eQVc/TtvDmA34iSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vxeCHRsp0pU/s220/33417_1522911878991_1420416631_31383038_5570214_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">I never was one for yard work or gardening.  I grew up viewing outside chores as a man’s work.  My Dad always kept the lawn looking neat.  If he didn’t mow it himself, then one of my brothers did.  I can’t picture my mother or one of my sisters using a lawn mower.  Dad was highly skilled in outdoor maintenance.  My memory is bursting with images of Dad weeding, trimming, and gardening.  Dad’s 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SdnfIsNoWhV8-JdN96QzEjp5oq0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SdnfIsNoWhV8-JdN96QzEjp5oq0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSolomon/~4/-Eh8rgM793E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/pigeons-progress.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8AQ30-eSp7ImA9WxVQEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264790246993905890.post-3894871728719077691</id><published>2009-01-26T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:54:02.351-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-26T13:54:02.351-08:00</app:edited><title>The Bridal Fair</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3894871728719077691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264790246993905890&amp;postID=3894871728719077691&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/3894871728719077691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/3894871728719077691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSolomon/~3/JlRJsxI6s9w/bridal-fair.html" title="The Bridal Fair" /><author><name>Beth Ward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516299421902631174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69wtbN3eQVc/TtvDmA34iSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vxeCHRsp0pU/s220/33417_1522911878991_1420416631_31383038_5570214_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">When I was eight I hated weddings.  As a fifth child with a large extended family I was destined to attend countless nuptial celebrations for a throng of cousins and family friends.  A wedding meant I had to wear a dress and sit still.  B – O – R – I – N – G!  I didn’t care one iota about the dresses, the music, or the candles.  Nothing impressed me except the Jordan almonds.  I would cry and beg
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oIFMS0llkajBltGLFsyl9c9clpY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oIFMS0llkajBltGLFsyl9c9clpY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DearSolomon/~4/JlRJsxI6s9w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/bridal-fair.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGSX0zcSp7ImA9WxVRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1264790246993905890.post-493921835748701413</id><published>2009-01-19T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:53:48.389-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-19T20:53:48.389-08:00</app:edited><title>Customer Service Anxiety</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://marysvillewardfamily.blogspot.com/feeds/493921835748701413/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1264790246993905890&amp;postID=493921835748701413&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/493921835748701413?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1264790246993905890/posts/default/493921835748701413?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DearSolomon/~3/oh_qvPOwtJ0/customer-service-anxiety.html" title="Customer Service Anxiety" /><author><name>Beth Ward</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516299421902631174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="23" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-69wtbN3eQVc/TtvDmA34iSI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vxeCHRsp0pU/s220/33417_1522911878991_1420416631_31383038_5570214_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">As I grow older I’ve noticed that my crabby index is climbing.  Grouchiness is beginning to manifest regularly especially in big box stores, fast food restaurants, and whenever I have to make a phone call to a customer service center.  I’ve embraced an old fashioned idea that I should receive adequate customer service in return for investing dollars into these enterprises.  When I have a question
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I’m not quite getting the hang of this, but I’m pretty sure I’m brave. Rule #1 – Make sure your birds are hungry. Oh, my birds were hungry all right. Stamping-their-feet-and-crowding-around-me-in-the-loft-when-I-was-getting-ready-to-feed hungry. Rule #2 – Release close to dusk. I may have been a bit too early last time, so this time I wait until about 7:30. Rule #3 – Try to avoid spooking 
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