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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;DEIHQXk8fip7ImA9WhRRFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6539291200024784215</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:28:50.776-08:00</updated><title>Life's Negotiations</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>clarkjrfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894871638599712303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</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/LifesNegotiations" /><feedburner:info uri="lifesnegotiations" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkQFSX0-cSp7ImA9Wx9REEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6539291200024784215.post-1730313736359341991</id><published>2010-12-10T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:45:18.359-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-10T11:45:18.359-08:00</app:edited><title>Regret</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/feeds/1730313736359341991/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/2010/12/regret.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default/1730313736359341991?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default/1730313736359341991?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesNegotiations/~3/jSKz5mC4SmI/regret.html" title="Regret" /><author><name>clarkjrfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894871638599712303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">I regret to inform you that my motivation didn't last long.  Guess you must have figured that out.

Since it has been quite a while, I would like to share a few things. . .

First, 

there are no words to describe the beauty of the sunrises and sunsets near my home. 

Second,

there is a roadrunner living in the windowsill of my garage.  We call him Reggie.  My husband thinks it may be Regina.


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I gave it a try, with things like exercise, eating right, and even posting on my blog.  Turns out, he was right.  As I make an effort,
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"Be strong and of good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for the Lord thy God is with thee withersoever thou goest."  Joshua 1:9.  This is the Young Men and Young Women theme for the 2010 year. 

I think of this scripture often and it reminds me that I'm not alone.  It reminds me that my children are not alone when they are away from me.  It reminds me to be brave and stand up 
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I figured it out.  It hit me yesterday.  When my father died, I quit journaling.  I didn't want to write it down, or express my thoughts about it.  Too difficult.  Time slipped away and it was years before I started jounaling, now known as blogging, again.

So every day for the last week I've logged into my blog, but refused to write.  Then the Aha! moment hit me.  My first born has left home 
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I'm out of rhythm.  Can't seem to find a routine.  Every day is a different wake up time.  Don't know when to schedule in exercise, scripture study, or blogging.  I'm still reacting to everything as it hits me, instead of preparing for it's impact or perhaps even preventing an obstacle from slapping me in the face.  I'm hoping time will help me sort out our new routines. 

In the meantime, I 
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Item One:

I was a substitute teacher for first grade today.  At the end of the day a child said to me:  "Mrs. Clark, you are so weird.  Promise me you'll never come back."  Nothing like a slice of humble pie. 


Item Two:

My son leaves for college in the morning.  Nothing like two slices of humble pie in one day. 
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Phineas and Ferb are always telling me "there's 104 days of summer vacation. . ." but we only got 80.  My kids have already put a big, red X over 8 school days and only have 172 to go. 

Schedules are crazy again.  Nights are short.  Days are long.  But there's one thing I have decided I must do, and that is press forward.  As Timon once said, "You got to put your past behind you."  You must 
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The Washington All-Star boys of summer made their way to San Bernardino today to compete in the Western Regional Baseball Tournament.  One of those boys happens to carry my DNA. 

He called tonight to say they'd arrived safely.  Then he asked, "Mom, is this heaven?"  And I replied, "No, it's Iowa."

Kidding.

He actually said, "Mom, this field we're gonna play on is the most beautiful thing I've
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It's been a year since I had to brace my emotions and brace my son physically.  It's hard to believe we can put a big red X over the past year.  Only five more to go.  I have to say it's certainly gone smoother than expected, and that is due mostly to my son's positive attitude.  I'm so thankful for his discipline and courage. 

Reflection of the past year reminded me of the time I ran into my 
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I did it. It's done.  Finally.  Remember this post from January? Well I just now got around to opening the box and getting out those plastic gloves.  Only I didn't use them.  I wrapped a towel around my shoulders, gave the plastic gloves to my 10-year old daughter and told her to "go nuts." 

Know what?  She did a great job!  My husband came home from work and didn't even notice I had washed 
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Anyone who knows me knows I have a hankerin for the sweeter things in life.  As proof, I must tell you that once a Relief Society sister called to ask me if I would lead a group of women in early morning exercise.  I respectfully declined the invitation but offered to lead a group of women in the early evening who wanted to eat treats.

My treat of choice for the past 25 years has been soda, 
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The star that is most easily identified each night is 
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Summer's arrival was official because the day was wide open.  No plans, appointments or ballgames.  A leisurely morning turned into an hour of toastiness pool side.  
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My family had a laugh last night at my expense.  It seems I had gone to get a band-aid for my husband's blistered feet (football camp) and never came back.  On my way to the cupboard for band-aids, I stopped to put in a load of laundry, then wipe down the kitchen counters and soon his poor feet were the last thing on my mind.  He accused me of having a Homer Simpson moment - like the time Homer 
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Wear your sunscreen.  They've been warning us for years.  I never listened.  I'm a quick tanner, inherited it from my dad.  He used to get so dark in the summer that he told me he was an Indian.  I believed him until I was old enough to figure it out (last year).  So imagine how silly I felt holding my husband's hand in the dermatologist's office while they cut off a piece of his face containing
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1gwj2dYIrrRP369uT_9HrGOBryU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1gwj2dYIrrRP369uT_9HrGOBryU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesNegotiations/~4/5ZvfoF3vjn0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/2010/06/basal-cell-carcinoma.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYFSXc7cSp7ImA9WxFUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6539291200024784215.post-8568357926561892076</id><published>2010-06-27T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T17:15:18.909-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-27T17:15:18.909-07:00</app:edited><title>Absence of Schedules</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/feeds/8568357926561892076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/2010/06/absence-of-schedules.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default/8568357926561892076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default/8568357926561892076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesNegotiations/~3/G1NVQP0DE8M/absence-of-schedules.html" title="Absence of Schedules" /><author><name>clarkjrfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894871638599712303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">So lately just living my life requires negotiation.  I haven't spent a solid day in my house since we moved in June 1st and summer began.  We've been living our life out of suitcases, mostly due to baseball related travel.  I was starting to get a little irritated, thinking I haven't even had my swimsuit on yet and it's going to be the 4th of July next week.  In fact, I'm still not completely 
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Cooperstown, New York
Palmyra, New York
Syracuse, New York
Detroit, Michigan
Salt Lake City, Utah
Provo, Utah
Saint George, Utah

Here is a list of people I ran into in those cities:

Cooperstown:  A high school friend I haven't seen in 20 years.
Palmyra:  Former next-door neighbors.
Syracuse:  Baseball teammates
Detroit:  A former co-worker

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My hair.  The humidity has given my curly locks some stupendous ringlets.  I could do a great rendition of "The Good Ship Lollipop."  Darling.

The scenery.  Green, rolling hills are a beautiful sight and they go on forever.  Love the vintage homes.  Unbelieveable.  

Fireflies.  Never seen one before in my life, until yesterday.  Amazing.

The food.  Deli's, 
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I Knew You Could - by Craig Dorfman

I knew you could!  And you 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jT248KwYTMejn3rXsTWmHbwZsPo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jT248KwYTMejn3rXsTWmHbwZsPo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesNegotiations/~4/_HaXmm3rYo8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-knew-you-could.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YARHc-eCp7ImA9WxFVEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6539291200024784215.post-3415762496228632322</id><published>2010-06-08T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T06:52:25.950-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-08T06:52:25.950-07:00</app:edited><title>Kindness and Love</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/feeds/3415762496228632322/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindness-and-love.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default/3415762496228632322?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default/3415762496228632322?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesNegotiations/~3/gpAfLffMdgo/kindness-and-love.html" title="Kindness and Love" /><author><name>clarkjrfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894871638599712303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Our family has a motto:  kindness and love.  Kindness and love are the areas in life I hope my family and I will have the most success in.  It's a work in progress.  I'm constantly encouraged by by the kindness and love of family, friends, acquaintances, and even strangers.  For example:

A sweet someone I do not know sent me her husband's book.  "The Divine Virtues -14 Values To Live By."  Due 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JNW-qN6GC5A24xOi_gNkP77iP8k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JNW-qN6GC5A24xOi_gNkP77iP8k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/LifesNegotiations/~4/gpAfLffMdgo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindness-and-love.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIAR3c5fip7ImA9WxFWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6539291200024784215.post-4560165632209591036</id><published>2010-06-07T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T08:12:26.926-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-07T08:12:26.926-07:00</app:edited><title>Random</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/feeds/4560165632209591036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://lifesnegotiations.blogspot.com/2010/06/random.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default/4560165632209591036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6539291200024784215/posts/default/4560165632209591036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/LifesNegotiations/~3/q4jfdV-o63k/random.html" title="Random" /><author><name>clarkjrfamily</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15894871638599712303</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">I guess our move scattered my brain along with our belongings.  Here are some random things I'm thinking about:

We leave for Cooperstown, New York this Friday so my boy can play in a baseball tournament.  We will be gone for 10 days.

My husband was just diagnosed with skin cancer.

There are still many a box to unpack lying in random places around the house. 

The only things in my fridge are 
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I'm verklempt.  Talk amongst yourselves.
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