<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-4086788606541251226</id><updated>2025-10-06T09:05:44.761+02:00</updated><category term="Valentine&#39;s Day"/><category term="editing photos"/><category term="flowers"/><category term="photography"/><category term="flood 2010"/><category term="tuxedo strawberries"/><category term="Eden"/><category term="Ethan"/><category term="Fargo ND"/><category term="Gregg"/><category term="Halloween Crafts"/><category term="Isaac"/><category term="Lake"/><category term="Rana"/><category term="Rose Creek"/><category term="air travel"/><category term="cafe world"/><category term="computer addiction"/><category term="diet"/><category term="exercise"/><category term="facebook"/><category term="farmville"/><category term="fat loss"/><category term="fitness"/><category term="funny face"/><category term="geriatric fitness"/><category term="geriatric weight loss"/><category term="glowsticks"/><category term="healthy recipes"/><category term="hypnosis"/><category term="internet issues"/><category term="landscapes"/><category term="lose fat"/><category term="lose weight"/><category term="no kids"/><category term="peaceful"/><category term="photo editing"/><category term="photographs"/><category term="photoshop cs5"/><category term="portraits"/><category term="quiet"/><category term="relaxing"/><category term="sandbags"/><category term="serene"/><category term="texture"/><category term="weight loss"/><title type='text'>The Arff Adventure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>787</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086788606541251226.post-4319987144457587937</id><published>2014-06-24T19:55:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2014-06-24T19:55:08.740+02:00</updated><title type='text'>This is good bye</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s time to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;
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This blog was such a great outlet for me when I first started it so many years ago. It was meant to chronicle our new adventure to Denmark. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now it seems like I rarely post anymore and I wanted to give it a proper send off. There are a LOT of memories inside this little blog. I could never delete it just because it holds such a giant chunk of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have lost interest in my fitness blog as well. I&#39;ll be saying goodbye to it at some point too. But I am leaving it for now. One thing at a time! &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not done blogging, but this chapter &quot;The Arff Adventure&quot; is over. Thanks so much for reading!&lt;br /&gt;
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Take care and God bless!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4319987144457587937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086788606541251226/4319987144457587937?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/4319987144457587937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/4319987144457587937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2014/06/this-is-good-bye.html' title='This is good bye'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086788606541251226.post-2097379077796139479</id><published>2014-03-11T20:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2014-03-11T20:34:46.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>big things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbg6gRLfDzmVEWxWNWrIQhXarwX2DF-Ea19MttCXv1CDky_fZDj1-KB-6oSibBikjQZQErJGJUlvKnFVP8IC5ClLDkT6CCwY11_G3vp_QIKsd5jtHycvDO2Lrn2P1_R73T4VIOviiJ5WJt/s1600/little+things+sm.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbg6gRLfDzmVEWxWNWrIQhXarwX2DF-Ea19MttCXv1CDky_fZDj1-KB-6oSibBikjQZQErJGJUlvKnFVP8IC5ClLDkT6CCwY11_G3vp_QIKsd5jtHycvDO2Lrn2P1_R73T4VIOviiJ5WJt/s1600/little+things+sm.jpg&quot; height=&quot;640&quot; width=&quot;436&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This is for all the times I wished that my kids were &quot;just a little older&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...so I didn&#39;t have to lug around a stroller, diaper bag, toys and cheerios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...so I didn&#39;t have to get up in the middle of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...so I didn&#39;t have to change diapers and wash bottles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...so I could use the bathroom undisturbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...so I didn&#39;t have to watch another episode of Dora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...so we didn&#39;t have to go through teething and potty training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...so that I could go out for dinner with&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;What I was doing was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;bringing my best buddy everywhere with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and listening to the cooing and jabbering from the crib.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Kissing toes and giving tickles during diaper changing time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Getting company because my best buddy loved to be with me every where I was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Singing our favorite songs and watching our favorite cartoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Laughing and playing peek-a-boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Taking trips as a &lt;i&gt;family&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Being a parent is hard work. Frustrating and stressful at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But how quickly the time slips away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My first born is in her last years of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My tiny, tiny preemie....all grown up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Nearly 17!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I am ashamed at all the times I wished her childhood away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;All those little things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;were &lt;b&gt;BIG&lt;/b&gt; things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I wished for a day when it would be just my husband and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But that day will be here far too soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My children will grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;There will be graduations, weddings, and grandchildren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I am thankful to have children that will eventually have their own families.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I will love being grandma and seeing our family grow and grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;over the years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Getting together on holidays and special occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But I&#39;m not ready for that yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m still mommy. They still think I&#39;m the greatest woman in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;They still sit on my lap and listen to my stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;They still play toys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;They still believe in Santa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m going to love and hug and squeeze them until they push me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I will enjoy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;EVERY. LITTLE. THING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I love you, sweet babies of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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You know what you stand for, the things you believe in; the things that matter most in your life. These bedrock beliefs are your foundation, your core; they comprise the basis for who you are today. These fundamental principles define what you do, how you think and how you act.    &lt;br /&gt;
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And they dictate what you won&#39;t stand for as well.     &lt;br /&gt;
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Standing strong in the face of adversity is anything but easy. It takes fortitude, it takes courage; it takes resolute determination and will. Sticking to your belief system is easy when things are clicking, when everything is going your way. But when things start going awry, when things start getting a little bit sticky, do you stay true to your beliefs - or do you look for the easy way out? Do you stand firm - or do you toss your beliefs aside and just go with the flow?    &lt;br /&gt;
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When you stand up for yourself and your beliefs, especially when the stakes are high, you may find yourself standing alone. And that can be daunting, overwhelming, even disheartening at times.     &lt;br /&gt;
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There are few things more unsettling than standing up for what you know is right only to have everyone else, especially those closest to you, desert you. Left on your own and all alone, you can feel abandoned, weak and highly vulnerable. You start wondering if you&#39;re doing the right thing. You start having second thoughts. And you start wavering, waffling and wilting under pressure. Yet these very moments can propel you to greatness if given half a chance.    &lt;br /&gt;
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When you stand strong, criticism will be hurled your direction. Whenever and wherever you take an unpopular stand, there will be dissenting voices in the crowd striving to shut you down or shut you up. Some may call you names. Others may question your motives and character. And there are those who may get downright down and dirty, doing whatever they can to besmirch you and your good name.     &lt;br /&gt;
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Right then and right there, amidst the most uncomfortable of uncomfortable circumstances, you are put to the ultimate test. Will you wilt in the heat of the moment and give in, tossing your principles aside   or will you stand strong for what you believe is right no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;
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Standing strong is what winning in life is all about. No, you may not always win. And yes, you will taste defeat more times than you care to remember. But make no mistake about it, when you stand up for your principles, you&#39; re never a loser. By resolutely believing in yourself and your convictions, you develop character and an internal strength that cannot be defeated.    &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s time to stand up. Believe what you believe... then live it every ounce of your soul. No more backing down, no more giving up; no more cowering in the face of difficult choices and decisions. No more squirming, no more worrying about what others may think. No more sitting on the fence, hoping you&#39;ll please those all around you. No more apologizing for what you believe.     &lt;br /&gt;
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Don&#39;t worry about what others say or think. Just do what you know is right in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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This was something I read by the Power Performance Program. I&#39;m not sure how I stumbled upon it, but somehow, I think I was directed there for a reason. I think it&#39;s a group dedicated to motivational speaking, newsletters, etc. that inspire people to be their best and succeed in life. It was rather fitting that I found it, actually. It&#39;s definitely not always pleasant to stand up for your beliefs, because not everyone shares them. But I&#39;d rather be true to myself, than try and please everyone. We all know what a losing battle that is. When you stand for what you believe in, you are building character. When you are true to yourself and honest with those around you, that is a characteristic of true strength. Don&#39;t be afraid of those not willing to accept it - they are unsure of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are going to identify yourself with something, you need the backbone to take the heat when not everyone feels the same way about it as you do. Strength through adversity.&lt;br /&gt;
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I want those days again. It&#39;s WAY TOO COLD for me right now!! We have to keep the heat in our house at 60 degrees because of a pipeline explosion in Canada. I&#39;m so looking forward to the call that tells us we can go back to our normal gas usage! I&#39;m in long johns and sweats, 3 layers of shirts, gloves, hat and scarf and STILL cold!!&lt;/div&gt;
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Learning to stay positive....&lt;/div&gt;
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I&#39;ve learned SO much about myself in the last year. It was the best AND worst year of my life....if you can understand that. Which, I admit, sounds weird. But out of a really bad situation came so many more wonderful things. So I believe that we live through the bad so we can discover the good.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let me explain: Something bad happened. Then, an opportunity presented itself. It was an opportunity that could potentially make this &quot;bad thing&quot; a little better. And it did. But what really blossomed out of this opportunity were so many wonderful blessings that I had never anticipated. Like a flower that just keeps blooming and blooming.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I know that even greater things have yet to come! &lt;br /&gt;
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I am a Scorpio ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s been the perfect day: snowy and cold outside but the fireplace is on and the stew is cooking - making the house smell glorious! I finally took the time to clean off my desktop and get rid of stuff that was cluttering it up. I love having newly freed space on my computer!!&lt;br /&gt;
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My dog pooped today! It was a joyous occasion because she ate a bunch of tinfoil the other day and it had been about 2 days since her last ....eh, movement.&lt;br /&gt;
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Today I&#39;m thankful for my sweet friends. They listen with their hearts. I love you girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Click the link above to read a really interesting article. It&#39;s called &quot;It Matters Whom You Marry&quot;. Someone posted it on Facebook and after reading it, felt the need to share it with you. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1830964352416403499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086788606541251226/1830964352416403499?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/1830964352416403499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/1830964352416403499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2013/09/it-matters.html' title='It Matters'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086788606541251226.post-6843760020495316440</id><published>2013-09-08T15:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2013-09-08T15:31:20.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>good weekend</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s Sunday. I&#39;m having a FABULOUS weekend. I haven&#39;t done anything that anyone else would consider fun (probably), but it&#39;s been great nonetheless. &lt;br /&gt;
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A lot of people I know took their kids to the Taylor Swift concert. I had no idea she was even in town until I heard people talking about it on Friday. My kids aren&#39;t crazed fans I guess. My kids are weird that way. Never&amp;nbsp;a part of&amp;nbsp;the Bieberization of America. Can&#39;t stand One Direction. Used to like Miley though, until the VMAs. They are more into GaGa, Rhianna, and Maroon 5. Smart kids, I&#39;d say ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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It was time for the end of summer pool cleaning and sanitizing. The pool is all down and put away now. The giant circle of dead grass where it once sat looks empty and lonely. And now I have a better view of my overgrown rose garden. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m sore. My lower back and hamstrings. It&#39;s a tough job bailing water and scrubbing the inside of the pool! About two hours of work Hanna, Eden and I put in. Feels good to have it done.&lt;br /&gt;
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What else did I do? Oh yeah, I did a photo restoration for a client. That went well and she was happy with the end result, which always makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finished putting the last of the laundry away. Laundry, from start to complete finish, always takes about a week. But I hang a lot of it up to dry instead of using the dryer. So there.&lt;br /&gt;
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My husband went into work for a little while yesterday. He&#39;s working so much lately, poor guy. He even worked over the long holiday weekend, which is why we couldn&#39;t get away together. I wanted to go to Duluth, but not alone with the kids. I asked him who else had to work over the weekend. Nobody. I guess that is a perk of being a manager?&lt;br /&gt;
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This is &quot;Big Red&quot;. Anyone seen Turbo yet? It&#39;s a good movie. Anyway, we couldn&#39;t reach this one and it was so big....and red. We were using the apples that had fallen on the ground as missiles to try and knock it down. No luck. So I got down on all fours and let my husband stand on my back. It worked!&lt;br /&gt;
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Trips to the&amp;nbsp;orchard will always be some of my fondest memories with my family.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/6843760020495316440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086788606541251226/6843760020495316440?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/6843760020495316440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/6843760020495316440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2013/09/good-weekend.html' title='good weekend'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkpGuFFMdQz19LD8_0BhWZPZf2Kn7eN_Nj3ClJrQeJrF409BiyiVGeA9S6ccFgqIbLe4WBL_H57caKFud0Yt7ir2KZjequMhHRt_SEdUEd1MPQWqb4daEaDJBaIG34rim3mMPGXzYynbFm/s72-c/3Y3A3795sm.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086788606541251226.post-6596648967665475473</id><published>2013-08-29T21:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2013-08-29T21:29:22.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental Abuse - The 7 Most Important Things To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. Sticks and stones won&#39;t break my bones&quot;&lt;/b&gt; - and words won&#39;t leave any  measurable physical damage, but they will cause progressive, long-term harm.  Never underestimate the power of words: words are used to brainwash.&lt;br /&gt;
Being told you are &quot;stupid&quot;, &quot;ugly&quot;, &quot;lazy&quot; or &quot;worthless&quot; is never  acceptable. The first times you hear it, it will hurt, naturally. In time you  &quot;may get used to&quot; hearing it from a partner. That&#39;s when you start to  internalise and believe it. When that happens you are doing the other person&#39;s  work of putting you down for them. This is why your feelings of self-worth  suffer increasingly over time.&lt;br /&gt;
The good news is that just as words have been used to bring you down, you can  learn to harness the power of words to build you up and restore your confidence  and belief in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. You are always told that it&#39;s your fault.&lt;/b&gt; Somehow, whatever  happens, however it starts, the ultimate blame is always yours. Notice that we  are talking ultimate blame here. The blaming partner will always tell you that  their behaviour was caused by what you said or did. In fact, their argument runs  along the lines that you can&#39;t possibly blame them for anything, because if you  hadn&#39;t said what you said, or done what you did it would never have  happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. You&#39;re more inclined to believe your partner than you are to believe  yourself.&lt;/b&gt; Have you ever reeled with a sense of hurt and injustice, or  seethed with anger at the way you&#39;ve been treated? Have you found yourself  asking: &quot;Is it reasonable to feel like this?&quot; &quot;Am I misinterpreting things?&quot;  &quot;Have I got it wrong?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
If this is you, what it means is that you have become so brainwashed you&#39;ve  stopped trusting in your own judgement. Your mind keeps throwing up the  observations and questions because, deep down, you know that what is happening  is utterly wrong. But right now you can&#39;t feel the strength of your own  convictions.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. You need your partner to acknowledge your feelings.&lt;/b&gt; Have you ever  felt desperate to make your partner hear what you are saying and apologise for  the hurtful things they&#39;ve said? Have you ever felt that only they can heal the  pain they&#39;ve caused?&lt;br /&gt;
Does your need for them to validate your feelings keep you hooked into the  relationship?&lt;br /&gt;
When a partner constantly denies or refuses to listen to your feelings, that  is, unquestionably, mental abuse.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. Your partner blows hot and cold.&lt;/b&gt; He can be very loving but is often  highly critical of you. He may tell you how much he loves you, yet he is short  on care or consideration towards you. In fact, some of the time, maybe even a  lot of the time, he treats you as if you were someone he truly dislikes.&lt;br /&gt;
You do everything you can to make him happy, but it&#39;s never good enough.  You&#39;re more like the pet dog in the relationship than you are the equal partner.  Your constant efforts to get his attention and please him meet with limited  success. Sometimes he&#39;ll be charmed, often he&#39;s dismissive.&lt;br /&gt;
If you find yourself puzzling about how your partner can treat you that way,  it is because you are trying to live in a love-based relationship, when in  reality you are living in a control-based relationship. The mental abuser  struggles with his own feelings of worthlessness and uses his relationship to  create a feeling of personal power, at his partner&#39;s expense.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6. You feel as if you are constantly walking on eggshells.&lt;/b&gt; There is a  real degree of fear in the relationship. You have come to dread his outbursts,  the hurtful things that he will find to say to you. (Maybe the same anxiety and  need to please spill over into your other relationships also.)&lt;br /&gt;
Fear is not part of a loving relationship, but it is a vital part of a  mentally abusive relationship. It enables the abuser to maintain control over  you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7. You can heal.&lt;/b&gt; Mentally abusive relationships cause enormous  emotional damage to the loving partner who tries, against all odds, to hold the  relationship together and, ultimately, can&#39;t do it, because her partner is  working against her.&lt;br /&gt;
Whether you are currently in a mentally abusive relationship, have left one  recently, or years later are still struggling with the anxieties and low  self-worth and lack of confidence caused by mental abuse, it is never too late  to heal.&lt;br /&gt;
But you do need to work with a person or a programme specifically geared to  mental abuse recovery.&lt;br /&gt;
Women who have suffered mental abuse expect radical change of themselves, and  they expect it right away. This is why they often struggle and, not uncommonly,  take up with another abusive partner.&lt;br /&gt;
Mental abuse recovery is a gradual process. Low self-worth and limiting  beliefs about what kind of future the abuse sufferer can ever hope for are the  blocks that can stop women from moving on. But they are blocks that you can  clear very effectively. Just as language was once used to harm you, you can now  learn how language can heal you. You can overcome past mental abuse and keep  yourself safe from it in the future. You can also learn to feel strong, believe  in yourself and create the life and the relationships you truly want.&lt;br /&gt;
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We ended up at a garage sale today. It was one of those odd days where I actually had cash in my purse and Eden saw a sign and begged to go (like always), so we went. I&#39;m not a huge garage sale person. Not that I&#39;m above it or anything like that. I loves me a good bargain. It just makes me a little uncomfortable rummaging through other people&#39;s stuff while they watch you. I don&#39;t even like being approached by sales people when I go shopping asking me if I need help finding stuff. I always say, &quot;No thank you&quot; very kindly but in my head I&#39;m screaming, &quot;NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!&quot;. So anyway, we left with a lot of &quot;name brand&quot; clothing for dirt cheap. Some good finds.&lt;br /&gt;
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We had to laugh though because there was a lady there who was complaining about the price of the paperback books they were selling. She said that selling them for $1 a piece was way too high priced and most people wouldn&#39;t sell them for over 50 cents. And she went on and on about it. Took a 5 or 10 minute break. Then started up again about the outrageousness of trying to sell a paperback book for $1, as if she hadn&#39;t just gave the very same speech&amp;nbsp;5 minutes ago. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;
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On a crazy whim, we went to Taco Johns for lunch. I had two hard shell tacos and a small sized order of potato oles. I decided to look at the calorie content on my phone as I waited for my kids to finish eating. First, I saw the tacos. Compared to everything else on the list, if you are going to get anything, get the hard shell tacos. Pretty much the lowest calorie item. Yay for me! And I wasn&#39;t even trying. Then I looked at the oles - 400 calories....in a small!!! Holy crap! There went all the good I did ordering the low calorie tacos! And right then and there I vowed to not eat anymore of that kind of stuff until it was time to celebrate losing the 10 pounds I&#39;ve gained. Sounds vaguely familiar to the vow I said Tuesday night, after my anniversary pasta dinner gorge-and-barf-o-rama. &lt;br /&gt;
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Did you know that&amp;nbsp;a chicken fajita at Taco Johns is like 850 calories?! I would have guessed that if anything, that would be one of the better choices.&amp;nbsp;Yikes! Not so! Eating out is just plain terrible for you. And don&#39;t get me started on the sodium&amp;nbsp;content of&amp;nbsp;restaurant food! You are so much better off preparing your meals at home.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve been doing slightly better this week. Things are...ok. Better than terrible, so I&#39;ll take it. I still feel as though I&#39;m just going through the motions from day to day. Simply trying to get by. I&#39;m hoping that the sun will start to shine in this perpetually gloomy part of the country because that always helps things seem a little less hopeless. But I have a feeling this is going to be one painfully short summer. If I had the chance to move south (or anywhere warm for that matter), I wouldn&#39;t hesitate. Not even a little. &lt;br /&gt;
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But now Eden has gotten into huffing me. She is ALWAYS by me.....sniffing. It&#39;s almost embarrassing anymore! We were bowling a few nights ago and she wouldn&#39;t stop sniffing me so I finally had to raise my voice and tell her to knock it off! Then she got all pouty about it. I felt bad, but come on, really? In public now? &lt;br /&gt;
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So this morning, she was laying on the floor beside me at my computer (where Lizzy usually lays) and after about 10 minutes she finally said, &quot;Mom, can I just have ONE sniff??&quot; Oh dear Lord!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I let her have one.&lt;br /&gt;
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This kid is an odd duck. She&#39;s super freakishly smart. In the highest math group in her class. I don&#39;t think she&#39;s missed a single spelling word on a spelling test in the last 2 years. She rarely ever needs help with homework and when she does, it&#39;s a math problem that even I don&#39;t know how to do. Which is sort of embarrassing to say but everyone who knows me knows that math and I don&#39;t get along. Except for trig. For some strange reason, I aced my college trigonometry class. Who knew! That was back in a time when I was going to be an architect. HA! Can you imagine?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, continuing on with my odd duck, she doesn&#39;t like elevators, she&#39;s got an above average level of OCD, and she thinks our dog&#39;s paws smell like &quot;fresh Chinese rice&quot;. But she&#39;s my odd duck, and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I was reading some of my blog posts from long ago and&amp;nbsp;thinking since I rarely post anymore, it might be fun to relive some fun moments from a few years ago. So here you go!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2008/10/emmas-haircut.html&quot;&gt;http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2008/10/emmas-haircut.html&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4843975920093889584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086788606541251226/4843975920093889584?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/4843975920093889584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/4843975920093889584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2013/03/flashback-tuesday.html' title='Flashback Tuesday'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086788606541251226.post-2322294523689277040</id><published>2012-12-20T19:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-12-20T19:35:43.198+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;This poem was forwarded to me by my sister-in-law and I thought it was so beautiful, I had to share it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Twas&#39; 11 days before Christmas, around 9:38&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; when 20 beautiful children stormed through heaven&#39;s gate.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; their smiles were contagious, their laughter filled the air&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; they could hardly believe all the beauty they saw there&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; They were filled with such joy, they didn&#39;t know what to say&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; they remembered nothing of what had happened earlier that day.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &quot;where are we?&quot; asked a little girl, as quiet as a mouse&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &quot;this is heaven.&quot; declared a small boy. &quot;we&#39;re spending Christmas at God&#39;s house.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; When what to their wondering eyes did appear,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; but Jesus, their savior, the children gathered near.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; He looked at them and smiled, and they smiled just the same&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; then He opened His arms and He called them by name.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; and in that moment was joy, that only heaven can bring&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; those children all flew into the arms of their King&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; and as they lingered in the warmth of His embrace,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; one small girl turned and looked at Jesus&#39; face.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; And as if He could read all the questions she had&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; He gently whispered to her, &quot;I&#39;ll take care of mom and dad.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; then He looked down on earth, the world far below&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; He saw all of the hurt, the sorrow, and woe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; then He closed His eyes and He outstretched His hand,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &quot;Let My power and presence re-enter this land!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &quot;may this country be delivered from the hands of fools&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &quot;I&#39;m taking back my nation. I&#39;m taking back my schools!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Then He and the children stood up without a sound&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &quot;come now my children, let me show you around.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; Excitement filled the space, some skipped and some ran.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; all displaying enthusiasm that only a small child can.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; And I heard Him proclaim as He walked out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &quot;in the midst of this darkness, I am still The Light.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;gt; ~Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;It reminds me to trust that even though they were so tragically taken from this earth, the beauty and love they see and feel right now is beyond our comprehension. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;And on another note, we are in the midst of a great controversy right now. The gun debate; some want stricter laws while others believe that isn&#39;t the solution. I don&#39;t own a gun. I never will. It&#39;s just too scary to think about, having a gun in my house. But I don&#39;t believe that banning guns is the answer. Criminals do not obey laws. They will obtain guns either way. People who want to do harm will always find a way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;We need to stop the arguing over who&#39;s right or wrong. We need to come together. I know we all feel that something has to be done. Just what that something is, is the big question.&amp;nbsp;But one thing we can ALL do, is to stop focusing on all the evil that is in this world, and do our part to show the kind and loving side of human nature. Go out of your way this holiday season {and always} to show kindness to family and strangers alike. Ever see that commercial where someone witnesses a random act of kindness and it sets a chain reaction of good deeds into effect? THAT&#39;S what we need to do! Inspire the world to do good! Show evil that good WILL prevail. We won&#39;t cower in fear or wave the white flag. We will stand up and fight for good. Show extra compassion. Give extra tight hugs. Light up this world with a love that can be seen from the heavens. Let&#39;s show those little angels we can do better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Psalm 27:13-14 &quot;I believe that I shall see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the Lord!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/2322294523689277040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086788606541251226/2322294523689277040?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/2322294523689277040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/2322294523689277040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2012/12/a-poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086788606541251226.post-1084080590236062039</id><published>2012-12-18T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-12-18T21:07:17.877+01:00</updated><title type='text'>address</title><content type='html'>I found the address to send condolences to the families of the Sandy Hook tragedy. I wish I could do something more for them, but the more love and prayers they receive, the tighter they will feel God&#39;s arms wrapped around them. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;
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PO Box 3700&lt;br /&gt;
Newtown, CT 06470&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/1084080590236062039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086788606541251226/1084080590236062039?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/1084080590236062039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/1084080590236062039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2012/12/address.html' title='address'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086788606541251226.post-8193962018512441917</id><published>2012-12-17T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-12-17T15:29:09.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>heaviness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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This is Emma. She is 6 years old.&lt;/div&gt;
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She is the same age as the majority of the children&lt;/div&gt;
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tragically killed last Friday in CT.&lt;/div&gt;
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Look at her face. That sweet innocence only a child&lt;/div&gt;
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can possess. She is love. Pure love.&lt;/div&gt;
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As I look at the faces of the sweet children that were taken from their parents&lt;/div&gt;
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far too soon, I can&#39;t help but picture my own child&#39;s face. That could have been her!&lt;/div&gt;
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That could have been her classmates! &lt;/div&gt;
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My heart is so heavy with sadness. I find myself constantly shaking my head in disbelief&lt;/div&gt;
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and can&#39;t fight back the tears. Those families. Those poor devastated families.&lt;/div&gt;
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Christmas is supposed to be a time of rejoicing. They will only feel loss.&lt;/div&gt;
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Sorrow. The emptiness of a loved one....forever gone.&lt;/div&gt;
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A child.&lt;/div&gt;
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How will they cope? The hole in their hearts must be unbearable. &lt;/div&gt;
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Please, God....please comfort them. Please tell their parents&lt;/div&gt;
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that they are with you. That they didn&#39;t suffer. That angels were there with them,&lt;/div&gt;
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holding them close. That they are in paradise where there&amp;nbsp;is no more&lt;/div&gt;
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evil. Tell them somehow. Help them. Please, God. Help them understand&lt;/div&gt;
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that even though they held those precious children only a short time,&lt;/div&gt;
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they will be reunited some day. Help them get through this life&lt;/div&gt;
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on earth without them. Please, God.&lt;/div&gt;
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Help the rest of us deal with the fear. Help us heal our own hearts and trust that&lt;/div&gt;
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you have a plan for everyone. And one day, this heartbreak will end.&lt;/div&gt;
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Help those suffering from mental illness get the attention and care they need.&lt;/div&gt;
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Help everyone suffering with the sadness that surrounds us today and always.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&quot;The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that  their loved ones are safe in the hand of God.&quot;  ~ Quoted in &lt;i&gt;The Angels&#39; Little  Instruction Book&lt;/i&gt; by Eileen Elias Freeman, 1994&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Please pray for the families of the following angels:&lt;br /&gt;
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CHILDREN&lt;br /&gt;
Charlotte Bacon, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Daniel Barden, (age 7)&lt;br /&gt;
Olivia Engel, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Josephine Gay,&amp;nbsp; (age 7)&lt;br /&gt;
Ana M. Marquez-Greene, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Dylan Hockley, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Madeleine F. Hsu, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Catherine V. Hubbard,&amp;nbsp; (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Chase Kowalski, (age 7)&lt;br /&gt;
Jesse Lewis, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
James Mattioli, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Grace McDonnell,&amp;nbsp;(age 7)&lt;br /&gt;
Emilie Parker,&amp;nbsp; (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Jack Pinto, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Noah Pozner, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Caroline Previdi,&amp;nbsp;(age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Jessica Rekos, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Avielle Richman, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Benjamin Wheeler, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
Allison N. Wyatt, (age 6)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;ADULTS&lt;br /&gt;
Rachel Davino, (age 29)&lt;br /&gt;
Dawn Hochsprung, (age 47)&lt;br /&gt;
Anne Marie Murphy, (age 52)&lt;br /&gt;
Lauren Russeau, (age 29)&lt;br /&gt;
Mary Sherlach, (age 56)&lt;br /&gt;
Victoria Soto, (age 27)&lt;br /&gt;
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I am someone who would be devastated to accidentally hit a squirrel with my car on a road, so I cannot even fathom what state of mind this boy was&amp;nbsp;in to be able to carry out such a heinous and despicable act. Practically a kid himself, he coldly and maliciously cut the lives of so many innocent children short. It was said he struggled with mental illness. Well, you&#39;d almost certainly have to have some wires crossed to do something like shoot kindergartners. That, and be 100% pure evil. I&#39;m sorry, mental illness is no excuse. He&amp;nbsp;still knew right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night, as I lay in my bed trying to fall asleep, all I could think about was how devastated those families are. How they woke up this morning and got their children ready for school like any other day, for the last time. They will never do it again. They will never kiss them goodnight, help them with their homework, watch them grow.....it breaks my heart. It breaks everyone&#39;s heart. To lose a child is unimaginable. &lt;br /&gt;
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So I prayed. And I prayed. And I prayed. And as I prayed I thought, what can we do? I mean, we can all pray for the families, but it won&#39;t ease their sorrow. Nothing can. Nothing short of God bringing these innocent people back to life can. Why does this happen? Life is so unfair! It makes me question so much. One thing in particular is gun control.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a heated topic. So many people believe that it&#39;s their right to own a gun to protect themselves. But I believe that it&#39;s probably more common that these guns kill more innocent people in accidents and horrific acts like yesterday, than they do protecting people from intruders. I also believe that if we had really strict guns laws&amp;nbsp;which made it near impossible for the average person to own a gun, things like this would probably happen anyway. When evil people want to hurt others, they will always find a way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Obviously this boy wanted to die. But why.....why, why, WHY did he have to take 27 other lives first?? Why children? 5 through 10 year olds.....why? That question is on everyone&#39;s mind today. And even if we did have an answer to that, it wouldn&#39;t make it any better. Our hearts would still break for those affected. There are still 20 young children who will never experience college, marriage, children, grandchildren, etc. And 7 adults, who won&#39;t be going home to their families. Their loved ones left with the void of someone dear to them, forever gone. They just didn&#39;t deserve to die. It&#39;s so incredibly sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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And then there are the kids that survived. They are lucky to be alive but they are forever scarred with the horror of what happened. It couldn&#39;t have been an easy thing to witness as a child. God help them heal.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my kids got home from school yesterday, I hugged them for a really long time. Eden said, &quot;Are you OK, mom?&quot; And I thought, as I hugged her, feeling her breathe, smelling her hair, feeling her warmth, how lucky I am that I can still hold them. Still snuggle them. Hear them laugh. It&#39;s a blessing. A gift for which I which I will never take for granted again. You just never know how long you have with the people you love. And no matter how long, it&#39;s never enough.&lt;br /&gt;
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My deepest sympathy to the families affected by this tragedy. Heartfelt thoughts and prayers to everyone involved. May you find the strength to&amp;nbsp;get through&amp;nbsp;these difficult times ahead. &lt;br /&gt;
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This was Emma&#39;s first time skating ever. She loved it. I remember Hanna&#39;s first time skating. She was taking lessons, and she must have been in preschool. I wanted to start her early because it was my hope that she would be a hockey player. Anyway, she couldn&#39;t stand up on the ice by herself so they let her&amp;nbsp;have a chair for balance. It was the cutest thing. The whole group would be listening to the instructor and Hanna would be off in her own little world, pushing her chair around the rink.&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, I&#39;ve been busy creating cards for Prints Charming. I am so darn excited to launch my website!! But I wanted to give you a little preview of what I&#39;ve been up to!&lt;/div&gt;
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Draining it is pretty effortless. You attach a garden hose to the plug at the bottom and let &#39;er rip. Except for one...minor problem. The plug needs to be removed from the inside. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well I certainly wasn&#39;t going to do it. Andreas wasn&#39;t going to do it. Eden and Emma are too little to do it. That leaves one person....&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh come on, it seems logical enough to me. She&#39;s on the Davies swim team, she can do all the fancy turn flipping underneath the water, certainly she can handle a backyard pool plug! Needless to say, getting in that frigid pool water did not excite her. One. Bit.&lt;br /&gt;
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When we told her about the prospect of making a couple of easy bucks we thought she&#39;d be ALL over it (considering she&#39;s saving up for some beats). But then she informed us that NO amount of money was going to make her get in that water. &lt;br /&gt;
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MuuuuUUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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But all is well. We let her take her time getting in the water instead of rushing her through it. After close to 45 minutes of whining and procrastinating on the pool ladder, she plunged underneath the water and pulled the plug. Literally a 10 second job. I could handle a $5/ 10 second job. Anyone hiring?&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/5523006945918930212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086788606541251226/5523006945918930212?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/5523006945918930212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/5523006945918930212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2012/09/time-to-drain-pool.html' title='time to drain the pool'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqaE44-IjlxrrzPXsymKyhAvzAq2o8pSfZLt4NVzPGQlyU5ttnCayDx3gdFYcaNOVCKdBdNBVPQkZeP6cFd4zN3f3rTAG_njAgwVHTZqoPy4_7ssDomaJzoy3jTXxKwfm3HgtF3f2Vbwe/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4086788606541251226.post-5496454612445878180</id><published>2012-08-29T15:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-08-29T15:42:02.071+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cameras and their operators</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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It&#39;s so true. I think a lot of photographers get annoyed when people say things like, &quot;Your camera takes such good pictures&quot;. While it is true that expensive cameras and lenses have their place,&amp;nbsp;it&#39;s the one who&#39;s operating that expensive equipment that makes a picture good &lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt; bad. Yes, expensive cameras can take bad pictures.&lt;/div&gt;
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In fact, you don&#39;t even need expensive top of the line&amp;nbsp;cameras and lenses to take incredible photos. Some of my most favorite&amp;nbsp;captures (still) are those I had taken on a fairly inexpensive&amp;nbsp;point and shoot Canon.&lt;/div&gt;
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Composition matters. If you don&#39;t have an artful eye, it doesn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;matter how many thousands of dollars you spend on photographic equipment, you won&#39;t take great pictures.&lt;/div&gt;
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&quot;The single most important component&lt;br /&gt;of a camera is the twelve 
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&lt;strong&gt;&quot;Buying new gear will NOT improve your photography. &lt;/strong&gt;For decades I thought 
&quot;if I only had that new lens&quot; that all my photo wants would be satisfied. Nope. 
I still want that &quot;one more lens,&quot; and I&#39;ve been shooting for over 30 years. 
There is &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; one more lens. Get over it.&quot; - Ken Rockwell&lt;/div&gt;
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In fact, here&#39;s the link to page on Ken&#39;s site&amp;nbsp;on which&amp;nbsp;I found this quote. He&#39;s awesome.&lt;/div&gt;
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Please remember this, when complimenting a photo, make sure it&#39;s directed at the one who truly deserves it - the person behind the camera ;)﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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It was a fun day. Perfect beautiful weather, not too hot. My favorite part was petting this cute little calf. It was munching on our fingers and had a rough scratchy tongue. I could have stayed there all day petting him. He was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have taken SO many pictures over the past month or two&amp;nbsp;and I haven&#39;t gotten a chance to edit any. Who wants to sit inside and edit photos when you can be outside in the summer sun??&lt;/div&gt;
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I really love this picture of Eden. It was one of those unexpected favorites. They were making tents on the deck out of blankets and sheets and there just happened to be a piece of sparkly fabric draped over a chair in the background making this really lovely bokeh. This was a very crisp photo, her eyes were so clear. But I chose to make it hazy and soft anyway. Sharp eyes are something I really love about a good photo, but I also love these softer looking pictures. So pretty.&lt;/div&gt;
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I have tried, honestly I have, to sit down a little each day and do some work with my images but it&#39;s almost impossible to get anything done with kids around. The second I sit on the computer chair, they are in the room. Like a magnet, they cling to me. Talking, talking, talking, always talking.&amp;nbsp;Asking me questions, showing me this or that. Inside, I&#39;m just screaming but I have to try and be patient with them. I know they love being with me. But how can anyone with kids at home actually do work that requires brain power?? It&#39;s like trying to read a book with kids around. Pointless. You are constantly interrupted. And you realize you&#39;ve read the same sentence 4 times and still&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t have a clue&amp;nbsp;what you&#39;ve just read. At that point, it&#39;s time to give up.&lt;/div&gt;
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So here&#39;s to the last&amp;nbsp;day of endless talking and interruption. I&#39;m going to spend it outside, enjoying the company of my fabulous,&amp;nbsp;sweet, adorable girls. Just being with them, no schedule, no cares, no worries. Just us.&amp;nbsp;Soon enough, I&#39;ll wish I had these carefree days back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love our house. I remember the excitement I felt the first time we looked at it. As we walked through the front door, I instantly felt &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;. I imagined my girls running down the beautiful open staircase in their jammies and slippers on Christmas morning, big family Thanksgiving dinners, and birthday parties. I loved it. And I still do, but.....&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s been quite the money pit. I won&#39;t go into detail (as I&#39;m sure my husband wouldn&#39;t appreciate it), but let&#39;s just say, we&#39;ve put way more money into repairs than we would have liked in the short 3 years we&#39;ve been here. We expect a certain amount of repairs to be done on an older house, but when we have to repair the same thing more than once, twice, even THREE times, it&#39;s more than a tad frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;
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Case and point - our central air. It stopped running on a Sunday. On Monday, I called a local heating and cooling business (I won&#39;t mention any names) and got prompt same day service. The technician changed our embarrassingly dirty filter, changed some batteries, trimmed the bush that was overtaking the outdoor portion of the cooling unit and it appeared to be working. Yay! Two days later, it stopped working. So I called again. And again I got prompt same day service. They sent the same technician out. Turns out we needed a new control board. So, we got charged a second hefty service call fee and another big chunk for the new control board. We were frustrated to say the least. We felt it was unfair to be charged for a second call for the same problem that should have been taken care of on the first visit. In fact, I was just about to write a letter to the company about it when.......our air stopped working. AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, you can imagine&amp;nbsp;how extremely unimpressed we were with the situation&amp;nbsp;at this point. And of course since I&#39;m the one that&#39;s home during the day, I get to deal with all the phone calls. I was not looking forward to calling this place a THIRD time for the same problem. I was literally shaking as I was dialing the number. I was so mad and so scared at the same time. I knew that I wouldn&#39;t be able to hide my frustration with the situation and the tech that seemed to not be able to deliver anything except more bills. Cha-ching!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I was straight forward with them and told them that I wasn&#39;t trying to be a jerk but I want this fixed NOW and I&#39;m not paying another stinking service call fee at $95 a crack! &quot;...and if you can&#39;t do it, I&#39;ll take my business to someone who CAN!...&quot; Luckily they were very understanding and wanted to make the situation right. They sent out a tech with more experience (&#39;bout time) and got the problem fixed. Well, so far it&#39;s still fixed, knock on wood. Turns out, there was some sort of clogged tube (which explained all the water we now had all over our basement floor - making a musty stench that I&#39;m not sure we&#39;ll ever get rid of) and the water was dripping all over the new control board AND the fan wasn&#39;t working. So we got a new control board (again) but under warranty (thank the Lord) and new fan and we didn&#39;t get charged another fee. In fact, they were going to see about refunding one of the service call fees and any other charges that seemed unnecessary&amp;nbsp;because of a misdiagnosis by the first tech. Also, we might even get a discount on the expensive new fan we had to have installed on the third visit because of all of the troubles we&#39;d been having.&lt;br /&gt;
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To top it all off, yesterday, as I was working on the website for Prints Charming, the computer made a loud ZAP noise and wouldn&#39;t turn on. The stench of some electrical fry job was in the air. Of course I&#39;m freaking out because my LIFE is on that computer. And as you may or may not know, our internet has been in and out (mostly out) over the course of many weeks, and when my husband finally ordered a new router, it turned out that we needed a new modem as well. DOH! So he ordered a new modem and it wasn&#39;t on the &quot;approved&quot; list as per our internet provider. So we had to send it back and get a different one, which hasn&#39;t arrived yet. Honestly....I&#39;m thinking that the universe is trying to tell me something. Anyway, ever since the computer got fried, the internet won&#39;t go on even for a second and I&#39;m wondering if it has something to do with the fact that while our air was spazing out and dumping water all over our basement floor (exactly where our router, modem and whatever else is down there buried under 50lbs of cables) it shorted something or ruined something down there. Let&#39;s hope it&#39;s not the brand new router.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, you see, when my mom said &quot;when it rains, it pours&quot; she was speaking some wise words. I&#39;m typing this from my mom&#39;s computer. I am literally just wandering the house, not knowing what to do with myself&amp;nbsp;now that I have no computer or internet access (other than my cell phone). I can&#39;t work on my photos, or my website, or my blog....and I&#39;m going insane! What did I do before there was internet???!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I apologize for the pity party, but I wanted to explain why I&#39;m not posting very much lately. Hopefully we will be back online with a working computer and reliable internet connection once again very soon. And also, that our air will continue to work for more than two days (fingers crossed).</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/feeds/4974910433261582751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4086788606541251226/4974910433261582751?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/4974910433261582751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4086788606541251226/posts/default/4974910433261582751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thearffadventure.blogspot.com/2012/08/unleashing-beast.html' title='Unleashing the beast'/><author><name>Charlotte</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03215179500068016932</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>