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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/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936</id><updated>2009-11-10T16:00:30.098-05:00</updated><title type="text">I Believe In Christ</title><subtitle type="html">Betcha didn't know one person could change so much!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/FhYV" type="application/atom+xml" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-2525672052694901539</id><published>2009-11-10T15:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:00:30.106-05:00</updated><title type="text">Great Reads</title><content type="html">If you want a couple of really great articles to read, check these out:&lt;br /&gt;One on marriage: &lt;a href="http://list.ldsmag.com/t/207573/212651/3316/0/"&gt;http://list.ldsmag.com/t/207573/212651/3316/0/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one on the influence of thoughts on our feelings: &lt;a href="http://list.ldsmag.com/t/208770/212651/3440/0/"&gt;http://list.ldsmag.com/t/208770/212651/3440/0/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-2525672052694901539?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/GfwwB5u9too" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2525672052694901539/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=2525672052694901539&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/2525672052694901539" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/2525672052694901539" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/GfwwB5u9too/great-reads.html" title="Great Reads" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/great-reads.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-7175364435059963155</id><published>2009-11-09T15:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:27:43.151-05:00</updated><title type="text">Comfort Vs. Growth</title><content type="html">There's no growing in the comfort zone, and no comfort in the growing zone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-7175364435059963155?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/4yL7wG33rvg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7175364435059963155/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=7175364435059963155&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/7175364435059963155" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/7175364435059963155" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/4yL7wG33rvg/comfort-vs-growth.html" title="Comfort Vs. Growth" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/comfort-vs-growth.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-6101059541811989843</id><published>2009-11-06T15:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:48:14.569-05:00</updated><title type="text">Pain is Necessary</title><content type="html">Elder Orson F. Whitney (1855–1931) of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles wrote:&lt;br /&gt;“No pain that we suffer … is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of … patience, faith, fortitude and humility. All that we suffer … , especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our characters, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God … and it is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we [came] here to acquire and which will make us more like our Father and Mother in heaven.”&lt;a class="footnote" href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?hideNav=1&amp;amp;locale=0&amp;amp;sourceId=dc9bd9cbdb01c010VgnVCM1000004d82620a____&amp;amp;vgnextoid=2354fccf2b7db010VgnVCM1000004d82620aRCRD#footnote7"&gt; 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-6101059541811989843?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/cjY3o8Dapgg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6101059541811989843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=6101059541811989843&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/6101059541811989843" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/6101059541811989843" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/cjY3o8Dapgg/pain-is-necessary.html" title="Pain is Necessary" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/pain-is-necessary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-6731301313073995579</id><published>2009-11-04T11:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:33:19.992-05:00</updated><title type="text">Man or Mouse?</title><content type="html">It seems to me that when we live our lives by going through the motions, merely tackling one task or chore after another without giving much thought to where we came from, what we're here for, and where we're ultimately wanting to go... we've left behind our great and noble potential and have lowered ourselves to the level of animals whose thoughts and lives revolve around satisfying carnal urges and needs.&lt;br /&gt;God gave us all the inherent talents and intelligence needed to rise above the ordinary and become royal heirs to all He has. I, for one, would rather be a daughter of God with all it's blessings, gifts, and duties, than to be just another creature going about my business with no thought of yesterday, today or tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-6731301313073995579?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/65LLZVqK-mI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6731301313073995579/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=6731301313073995579&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/6731301313073995579" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/6731301313073995579" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/65LLZVqK-mI/man-or-mouse.html" title="Man or Mouse?" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/11/man-or-mouse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-2602299458217769389</id><published>2009-10-29T16:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T16:26:17.198-04:00</updated><title type="text">To Defend God</title><content type="html">I'm so thankful for great friends who share their love of good books with me! I came across this as I was reading and thought it was too profound not to share with everyone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are always those who take it upon themselves to defend God, as if Ultimate Reality, as if the sustaining frame of existence, were something weak and helpless. These people walk by a widow deformed by leprosy begging for a few paise, walk by children dressed in rags living in the street, and they think "Business as usual." But if they perceive a slight against God, it is a different story. Their faces go red, their chests heave mightily, they sputter angry words. The degree of their indignation is astonishing. Their resolve is frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people fail to realize that &lt;strong&gt;it is on the inside that God must be defended, not on the outside. They should direct their anger at themselves. For evil in the open is but evil from within that has been let out. The main battlefield for good is not the open ground of the public arena but the small clearing of each heart.&lt;/strong&gt; Meanwhile, the lot of widows and homeless children is very hard, and it is to their defence, not God's, that the self-righteous should rush." - from &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life Of Pi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Yann Martel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-2602299458217769389?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/lzeItK0r5iI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2602299458217769389/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=2602299458217769389&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/2602299458217769389" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/2602299458217769389" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/lzeItK0r5iI/to-defend-god.html" title="To Defend God" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-defend-god.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-8567108559204792296</id><published>2009-10-27T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:50:29.488-04:00</updated><title type="text">Real Freedom and Equality</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This quote from "Liberty and Tyranny" by Mark R. Levin really gave me something to think about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The late economist Friedrich Hayek, in his classic book &lt;em&gt;The Road to Serfdom, &lt;/em&gt;wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     "Nobody saw more clearly than the great political thinker de Tocqueville that democracy stands in an irreconcilable conflict with socialism: "Democracy extends the sphere of individual freedom," he said. "Democracy attaches all possible value to each man, " he said in 1848, "while socialism makes each man a mere agent, a mere number. &lt;strong&gt;Democracy and socialism have nothing in common but one word: equality. But notice the difference: while democracy seeks equality in liberty, socialism seeks equality in restraint and servitude."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     To allay these suspicions and to harness to its cart the strongest of all political motives- the craving for freedom- socialists began increasingly to make use of the promise of a "new freedom." Socialism was to bring "economic freedom," without which political freedom was "not worth having."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     To make this argument sound plausible,&lt;strong&gt; the word "freedom" was subjected to a subtle change in meaning. The word had formerly meant freedom from coercion, from the arbitrary power of other men. Now it was made to mean freedom from necessity, release from the compulsion of the circumstances which inevitably limit the range of choice of all of us.&lt;/strong&gt; Freedom in this sense is, of course, merely another name for power or wealth. The demand for the new freedom was thus only another name for the old demand for a redistribution of wealth.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-8567108559204792296?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/yXNJyUXyG-E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8567108559204792296/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=8567108559204792296&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/8567108559204792296" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/8567108559204792296" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/yXNJyUXyG-E/real-freedom-and-equality.html" title="Real Freedom and Equality" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-freedom-and-equality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-4883195618840676440</id><published>2009-10-26T08:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:25:10.299-04:00</updated><title type="text">Is there any help to get through the teen years??</title><content type="html">How do you deal with teenagers?&lt;br /&gt;More and more lately I'm finding it hard to really relate to my daughter and her way of thinking. I know that the teenage brain literally is undergoing growth and transformation and that the way she thinks is different for biological as well as maturity reasons. I used to enjoy being around her but lately it's one fight after another.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how much I'm projecting my own troubled teen years onto her and restricting her because of it, or if I'm just doing what most "average" moms would do. How do I figure out the line between letting her take responsibility and making her own choices while also creating some accountability for when she doesn't live up to what she needs to do?&lt;br /&gt;And what is it about teenagers that makes them suddenly start procrastinating and managing things so badly?? A good 90% of the contention in our home would be gone if she would just do her chores, do her homework and get ready to go somewhere BEFORE sitting around doing what she wants to. No matter how we explain this it just doesn't seem to get through to her. Do I become an even meaner mom and take away the cell phone for these infractions? Or save that punishment for larger crimes? Where's the line between reasonable and harsh? She wants to manage her own time but then gets angry when we don't give her a reminder (that it's time to go, etc.) I've gotten to the point where the reminders are quickly becoming a thing of the past because I know she needs to learn to manage her time on her own, but it's extremely stressful watching and waiting and hoping that she'll make it out the door on time. Especially on Sundays. Should I leave her at home a time or two (even for church)? What options do I have to get her to get ready in advance??&lt;br /&gt;How do I help her understand the real value of things in life? Will we really just have to wait until she moves out on her own and then hits the brick wall of reality?? We've tried not to spoil her, we make her do chores to earn spending money, we've tried to teach her that she has a responsibility to the family. But none of that seems to have made any difference. She doesn't appreciate all that is done for her day in and day out. All she thinks about is her "hard" life and everything we ask her to do, and why she can't have the latest and greatest gadgets on our budget. I know she's got a lot on her plate with all honors classes, marching band, and church activities, but I also know that most of our youth have this and more and yet seem to manage fine. I'm at a loss as to how to teach her the value of helping in the home and earning what she gets.&lt;br /&gt;I think most of this boils down to procrastination and ingratitude. If I thought yet another FHE on either would do any good I'd come up with lessons for the next 6 months!! We've taught and re-taught principles of gratitude, provident living, time management, etc.&lt;br /&gt;This last week was rough. David ended up working for days and nights straight (I'm not even sure which times/days he was home because it was so crazy) and I ended up with yet another cold. Add to that unexpected responsibilities, and I was doing my best just to stay afloat. (I'm not looking for sympathy here- it wasn't a week that had me ready to cry or anything, it was just rough.) It was also a busy week for Aimee with band practice, a band concert, and a football game. But would it have killed her to have helped out a LITTLE? To have done her chores even?? To have thought about someone else (other than Fred) for more than 2 minutes??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it like this for everyone else with teenagers? Am I overreacting and just need to take a chill pill? Should I be even more harsh and take away the cell phone? What are some methods you've found that work with your teenagers?? I'm at a loss as to what to do with this alien creature called Teenager!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-4883195618840676440?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/OlyGjQw9SKg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4883195618840676440/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=4883195618840676440&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/4883195618840676440" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/4883195618840676440" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/OlyGjQw9SKg/is-there-any-help-to-get-through-teen.html" title="Is there any help to get through the teen years??" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-there-any-help-to-get-through-teen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-3762204828416254285</id><published>2009-10-20T19:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T20:21:23.469-04:00</updated><title type="text">Pumpkin Patch Express</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;I decided it was time for another fun fall family outing, and the fact that Aimee is almost 16 didn't faze me when I came across an ad for train ride out to a pumpkin patch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday we started out in Lebanon at the Lebanon-Mason-Monroe Railroad for a nice 45 minute ride to Schappacher's Farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394837260152579090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/St5P57BvpBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sWWm6TgfNpI/s320/DSC00220.JPG" /&gt; Here's a view of the inside of the train car that we rode in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394835974908326642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/St5OvHHosvI/AAAAAAAAAeo/sdwyETp1BbQ/s320/DSC00215.JPG" /&gt; I got maybe two pictures of Aimee smiling.&lt;br /&gt;She thought it was much funnier to make goofy faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394837245908748050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/St5P5F9wBxI/AAAAAAAAAfI/L9cpL9E5RLU/s320/DSC00244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... here's the other one with her smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394837218393629730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/St5P3fdopCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/R6pdL2P0rak/s320/DSC00243.JPG" /&gt;I was happy hanging out in the corn field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This turned out to be a very relaxing outing, even with seemingly hundreds&lt;br /&gt;of young kids along for the ride! (Good thing we think young kids are fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394835995795365266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/St5OwU7fnZI/AAAAAAAAAe4/unX8iTDw1IM/s320/DSC00236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are at the farm. Notice Aimee's silly look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394835989362205202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/St5Ov89tYhI/AAAAAAAAAew/LXsDL0LbtAY/s320/DSC00234.JPG" /&gt;I don't know if this one counts as a smile or not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the farm we each tried a different apple drink (hot cider for me, an apple slush for David and a cute pumpkin sippie of apple juice for Aimee... I swear I didn't make her get it! It really was her choice!!) Aimee and I also tried a slice of their wonderful apple pie. Then it was off to the corn maze at the bottom of the hill. The ground wasn't wet or mushy but had this wonderful rubbery bounce to it. Kinda cool. It's the first corn maze I've been in so I don't know if it was good, bad, or otherwise, but we enjoyed it for about 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went around to pet the donkeys and harass a chicken that couldn't figure out how to get back into it's henhouse, picked out 3 very cute little bitty pumpkins and boarded the train for the ride back. It was just enough time to enjoy the place without getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our littly bitty pumpkins look really cute on my dining room table right now.&lt;br /&gt;I think they'll look even better when I roast them with butter and herbs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-3762204828416254285?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/zGFjhkarS3k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3762204828416254285/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=3762204828416254285&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/3762204828416254285" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/3762204828416254285" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/zGFjhkarS3k/pumpkin-patch-express.html" title="Pumpkin Patch Express" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/St5P57BvpBI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/sWWm6TgfNpI/s72-c/DSC00220.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-express.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-3982047300623935404</id><published>2009-10-14T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T06:00:08.091-04:00</updated><title type="text">Don't Worry... Be Happy!</title><content type="html">It seems to me that we all worry way too much.  If it's not worrying about our kids' health or how clean our house is, then we're worrying about what others think of us or how we look. Some of us worry about what we eat or how much we weigh and others worry about being a perfect mom or reaching their full potential. We worry about money (or the lack thereof), the economy, politics, or education. There doesn't seem to be a limit on what or how much we'll worry about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that there isn't a time and place for worrying, but it seems to me that maybe our time would be better spent if we worried far more about what God thinks of us than any of the other temporal concerns that bog us down every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont' get me wrong... I'm not advocating taking on yet another thing to worry about! I don't think that "worrying" about our eternal salvation and spiritual growth is something that should cause us additional stress and anxiety. Rather, "worrying" about God's opinion of us should free us from the worldly worries about everything else. If we're doing what we should and doing our best, then it will all work out. Whether we worry about it or not. God isn't going to let us down and leave us alone and comfortless. He's aware of our situation and He's going to give us the help we need, when we need it. We need to take our worries to Him and then trust in His guidance to solve our problems. It's not easy. We're human, and as such we're constantly aware of each "disaster" that affects our lives. We often live in fear of the next calamity that might hit. We worry, worry, worry and give up precious time and energy in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's commit today to put aside our worries for an hour, a day, a week- whatever you can manage. Turn it over to the Lord and ask for His help. Then get on with your day and "worry" about what God would rather have you spending your energy on. Let the house look lived in, let the kids watch a little tv, eat a little too much chocolate and walk around in your sweats with no makeup on. Replace those worries with picking up the phone and calling someone who's lonely, reading the scriptures with your family, babysitting for a friend in need, raking someone's lawn or helping out in a school. "Worry" about what you can do to help someone else, without losing sight of everything you already do or being consumed by the need to do more than you have strength for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's not judging you on how perfect you can be... He's looking at the intents of your heart and seeing all the good you do and wishing that you would just relax and enjoy life a little more. He didn't create you to be consumed by all this. He sent you here to do good and to have joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So don't worry... be happy. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-3982047300623935404?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/YXL1WR2ZrcE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3982047300623935404/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=3982047300623935404&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/3982047300623935404" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/3982047300623935404" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/YXL1WR2ZrcE/dont-worry-be-happy.html" title="Don't Worry... Be Happy!" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-worry-be-happy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-5995312383780959583</id><published>2009-10-12T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:51:17.669-04:00</updated><title type="text">An update</title><content type="html">I realized that I'm getting pretty bad about posting about things and then never updating, so I thought I'd just give a general update real quick:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) I would still love to have people over for &lt;a href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-for-all-of-you.html"&gt;dinner/games/get-togethers&lt;/a&gt;. I'm just trying to find an evening when I don't have something else going on already! After football/marching band season is over it'll open up Friday nights. And we're usually not busy on Tuesday nights and some Saturday nights. So if you're still interested in being invited to the cat lady's house... let me know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) Although I still have many of the fears I've &lt;a href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/fears.html"&gt;previously listed &lt;/a&gt;I'm actually coping pretty well. I accept the fact that I'm going to be afraid of things and take hope in quotes such as these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear - not absence of fear. Except a creature be part coward it is not a compliment to say it is brave." ~Mark Twain, Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar, 1894&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Courage is the power to let go of the familiar. " ~Raymond Lindquist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.) I'm not feeling so &lt;a href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-overwhelmed.html"&gt;overwhelmed&lt;/a&gt; right now. I'd love to say that's gone and in the past, but I know it'll happen again. I'm human and I hate burdening others by delegating and asking favors but I'm trying to work through that. It helps that a wonderful friend felt her load lightened right at the time I needed help the most and was willing to share the burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I said I'd make this quick... I'll quit with the updates now and just post a nice picture of Aimee with us before homecoming:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391895620650343218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/StPcf97ZGzI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LuYNrR2_rN0/s320/DSC00211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-5995312383780959583?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/jNQ6erkm22Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5995312383780959583/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=5995312383780959583&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/5995312383780959583" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/5995312383780959583" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/jNQ6erkm22Y/update.html" title="An update" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/StPcf97ZGzI/AAAAAAAAAeg/LuYNrR2_rN0/s72-c/DSC00211.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/update.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-58501363087248857</id><published>2009-10-11T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T11:33:25.611-04:00</updated><title type="text">My Husband's Integrity</title><content type="html">My husband had the opportunity this week to really show what true integrity is. He finished a job and took the tank to a scrap metal place where they handed him $1160 in cash. It would have been so easy to pocket some or even most of this money. It would have been the popular thing to do since the guy with him urged him to turn in a couple hundred of it to the company and split the rest between the guys who worked the job. No one in management would have known.&lt;br /&gt;This was especially tempting in light of the fact that we have had many hard to budget for expenses in the last few months, the company changed the pay schedule so that we now have a couple hundred dollars less to work with each month, and this company treats it's employees so badly that most feel entitled to get whatever they can from it with no thought of loyalty. I can't say that the thought didn't cross my husband's mind that it wouldn't hurt anything, or that it wasn't tempting to keep some of it to help with our bills.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end he stood up against all the other employees who did that job with him. They let him know how incredibly stupid they thought he was and harassed him for his integrity, especially for being loyal to his ideals when his own employer would (and does) take every advantage of his employees every chance he gets.&lt;br /&gt;When David let the corporate office know that he had $1160 in cash on him, and that he wasn't comfortable holding it until next Wednesday (when he has to go to a 2 1/2 day manager meeting) they told him he couldn't give it to any of the other guys because it wouldn't make it back to the main office. They couldn't trust any of the other men to actually bring the money back. In fact, they were very surprised to find out a tank was worth that much because they usually only see $50-60 of the cash when other guys dispose of tanks.&lt;br /&gt;If anyone doubts how hard it really is to have real integrity and to be honest in their dealings... go work with my husband sometime. He is a single light shining in a dark place. And I am so proud of him. I'd rather be destitute and still be able to hold my head up because my husband is an honest and real Christian than to have riches and worldly acclaim and know that it came through the loss of integrity.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder how much more the employees would be willing to do for their employer is they were only treated like worthwhile human beings who contribute greatly to the success of the company. You can't treat people like crap and expect them to give their best. And, as this story proves, only one out of many will be loyal in spite of it.&lt;br /&gt;We hope and pray for another job opportunity to open up within the next couple of years. For now, we feel that we are supposed to be here and that David is doing good where he is at. But we hope that someday he'll be able to have a job where his good deeds don't go unnoticed and where he'll be appreciated for his integrity, work ethic, and experience. Until then, I can still count on him standing up for what is right. What a huge blessing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-58501363087248857?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/lwDM8UZ2rfU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/58501363087248857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=58501363087248857&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/58501363087248857" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/58501363087248857" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/lwDM8UZ2rfU/my-husbands-integrity.html" title="My Husband's Integrity" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-husbands-integrity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-8458802722188381652</id><published>2009-10-03T18:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:11:41.823-04:00</updated><title type="text">General Conference!!</title><content type="html">Here's some of what I got out of the Saturday sessions:&lt;br /&gt;1. When we are being told by numerous speakers how important the Spirit is in our lives I think we need to sit up and pay attention! I thought Richard G. Scott's comments on needing to struggle to learn how to be lead by the spirit were good (too often we seem to think it should come easy!) I also really liked his comment that "The Lord will not force you to learn." It's always our choice. We also need to be careful because "strong emotions overcome the delicate promptings of the spirit."&lt;br /&gt;2. Still on the subject of the Holy Ghost was Sister Matsumori's counsel that we need to create an environment where we can listen to the spirit. We need to turn off the tv, radio, video games, electronics, etc. and have quiet time so that the spirit can reach us. This is becoming more and more important in our lives today.&lt;br /&gt;3. L. Whitney Clayton reminded me of the perspective that our burdens can become blessings, but it's often not apparent until much later. Burdens also provide opportunities for us to practice virtues. Sin is among the heaviest burdens we bear, but Christ helps relieve us of that burden through repentance and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;4. I loved the comments by Russell T. Osguthorpe: When we receive the truth we will be saved by it if we act on it. Learning and teaching are not optional, they are both a necessary part of the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;5. I think David A. Bednar's talk was a good reminder that we need to practice the virtues of love at home first. Saying "I love you" has never been hard for David, Aimee and I, but I think we needed the counsel to make sure our love is reflected through words AND deeds. We should never assume that someone knows we love them- we should work to show them. I also appreciated the counsel to be consistent and avoid hypocrisy. Growing up I saw a lot of hypocrisy in some of the adults in my life and I always found it hard to listen to their counsel when I could see that they didn't live it... I love the reminder that I need to be careful of doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;6. Dieter F. Uchtdorf's talk on what we, as members,  want to be known for. He had a couple of statements that really hit home for me: What we think and do determines who we are and what we will become. This is something that I've known on a certain level and have been working on, but the way he said it and in the context of this talk touched me. I also loved the statements: that at the heart of joy is the love of good things, and "though we are incomplete God loves us completely; though we are imperfect God loves us perfectly."&lt;br /&gt;7. Neil L. Andersen's talk on Repentance was such a beautiful reminder that the Savior is able and eager to forgive our sins. Repentance is a journey and not a one-time event. It is a turning away from bad things and turning instead to good things and to God.&lt;br /&gt;8. Boyd K. Packer's statements to "keep our mind clean of the clutter of the world" and that "Prayer is your personal key to heaven and the lock is on your side of the door."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot more great moments and incredible counsel but I can't write notes fast enough to accurately record them. I can't wait for next month's Ensign to show up in the mail so I can go over the talks again and pick out more of the parts that really touched my heart. I'm grateful that as I was listening to many of these talks I heard counsel given that was very pertinent and specific to challenges that my family and I have been facing. What a huge blessing! I can't wait for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to listen to counsel from a modern day Prophet, Apostles and leaders, go to: &lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/broadcast/gc/0,5161,8870,00.html"&gt;http://www.lds.org/broadcast/gc/0,5161,8870,00.html&lt;/a&gt; or watch it on BYU-TV. It's on at 12:00pm and 4:00pm Eastern time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-8458802722188381652?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/QpQf1USbOj0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/8458802722188381652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=8458802722188381652&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/8458802722188381652" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/8458802722188381652" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/QpQf1USbOj0/general-conference.html" title="General Conference!!" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/10/general-conference.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-6798181620416229270</id><published>2009-09-28T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:00:01.362-04:00</updated><title type="text">Being Overwhelmed</title><content type="html">It seems like every time I turn around lately I'm learning about another responsibility I have as Relief Society President. It wouldn't seem so overwhelming except I already feel like I'm working at my capacity and don't know how to handle anything more right now. I feel like freaking out and then just curling up on the floor and crying.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully my rational side kicks in and I just start prioritizing and making lists of what I need to do as I try to convince myself that I can tackle this one duty at a time. Sometimes that helps and other times just seeing the length of the list and the number of responsibilities that I really dread doing just makes me feel depressed. (That's not to say that I dread most of what I do... I love many aspects of my calling... but making phone calls and trying to arrange meetings and putting out fires really bites!!)&lt;br /&gt;I try hard to rely on the Lord for strength and for abilities that I don't have on my own. I've felt Him holding me up and sometimes even pushing me forward. I believe in Him and that He's right there with me. But I can't help sometimes feeling like this is all just way too much. I'm not well educated or particularly talented, I struggle with being cynical and being a complainer, and I am really just not angelic enough for a calling this big!!&lt;br /&gt;It's times like these that I have to drop to my knees and plead with Heavenly Father to get me through it. I'd like to say that I'm spiritual enough to say that I'm finding joy in the journey, but all too often I'm just slogging my way through. Maybe I don't lean on the Lord enough, or know how to let Him carry my burdens. It's something I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;I would gladly share if I felt there was anyone I could delegate to. Unfortunately, I feel guilty every time I ask someone else to do something because everyone I know is even more busy than me. With multiple children, jobs, extracurricular activities, church callings, and life happening, I don't feel right about piling anything extra onto the women I know. Now I know why Relief Society presidents I've known before have been overwhelmed and haven't been able to delegate well. It's not that we don't want to. It's that the guilt of overwhelming someone else is far greater than the need for self-preservation. Delegating becomes a last-ditch option.&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I do have sisters who freely volunteer and so many women do their share and so much more. I don't want it to sound like I'm surrounded by slackers or anything. If that were the case, I'd feel fine about calling and asking others to take on half of what I'm doing! But everyone around me is so busy doing good that I don't feel it's right to take any more of their time.&lt;br /&gt;I could go over a long list of "things would be easier if..." but in the end that's not going to change anything. My life is what it is right now and there aren't many aspects I can change. All I can do is keep taking one day at a time, learning as I go, and trying to do my best. And keep believing that the Lord really will carry my burdens, especially when they weigh so heavily. I know I'll look back at this someday and see all the angels He brought into my life and all the blessings I may be too overwhelmed to even notice right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-6798181620416229270?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/gHrGbZN3O0w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6798181620416229270/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=6798181620416229270&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/6798181620416229270" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/6798181620416229270" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/gHrGbZN3O0w/being-overwhelmed.html" title="Being Overwhelmed" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/being-overwhelmed.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-4642417200259397883</id><published>2009-09-27T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T21:53:23.087-04:00</updated><title type="text">A Gift From God</title><content type="html">I've been struggling a lot lately with cynicism and negativity. Part of it stems from just being so overwhelmed with everything that's being asked of me and feeling that not ony can I never get it all done but sometimes it's stuff that I don't &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to do, and part of it comes from my natural personality, which tends to be ultra practical and rather cynical.&lt;br /&gt;I had recognized that I needed help to overcome these thoughts and feelings because I didn't want to be thinking badly of things or to feel like certain things will never change. I knew when my complaining started becoming a form of normal conversation that I would need some heavenly help to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;I started praying that God would help me experience a change of heart, that He would help me to purge the cynicism and negativity. I thought I'd just see a gradual decrease of the negative thoughts and some extra strength to resist the urge to complain. I really should have known better by now!&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father is so good to me at times that it literally makes me want to cry. He could have easily just given me the strength to change my own thoughts and better recognize the positive around me, but instead He sent me an angel. If someone could be described as the "pure in heart" I think this sister is it. She's so humble and unassuming that I'm sure she would never see herself as the angel in this post. She's my visiting teaching companion and she is a huge blessing in my life. She reminds me to think kindly of others and to pray for those who have upset or hurt me. She freely shares her testimony and doesn't think twice about standing up for what she believes in. I don't think she has a single cynical bone in her body and that has helped to offset the negative tendencies I have. She has helped me far more than I could ever help her. I know she has her struggles and others may not see all that I see in her, but this dear sister is truly an angel to me and I will forever be grateful for all that she has taught me. I wish that she could look through my eyes and see herself the way I see what I see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-4642417200259397883?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/FXsQjfIdRak" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4642417200259397883/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=4642417200259397883&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/4642417200259397883" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/4642417200259397883" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/FXsQjfIdRak/gift-from-god.html" title="A Gift From God" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/gift-from-god.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-5351410393604432386</id><published>2009-09-20T06:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:00:05.130-04:00</updated><title type="text">We All Need Rest</title><content type="html">'....the Lord does not say to us, “Come unto me all ye that labor and I will give you a mile-long checklist, the completion of which is necessary in order to earn my approval and love.”&lt;br /&gt;What he does say is, “come unto me all ye that labor and I will give you rest.” '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this small tidbit has peaked your interest and you'd like to read more about the vital role of rest in our lives.. click on this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ldsmag.com/lineuponline/090918badrap.html"&gt;http://www.ldsmag.com/lineuponline/090918badrap.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-5351410393604432386?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/qOuriZ-hJR0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5351410393604432386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=5351410393604432386&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/5351410393604432386" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/5351410393604432386" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/qOuriZ-hJR0/we-all-need-rest.html" title="We All Need Rest" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-all-need-rest.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-6437841102683700239</id><published>2009-09-19T06:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T06:00:00.515-04:00</updated><title type="text">Random pictures</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt; Here's a rose in my backyard. It was a salvaged plant... someone planted it in the very shady corner of the backyard where it never really thrived (go figure!) When I decided to pull it out I couldn't bear to just throw it away so I plopped it in the ground and let it go... here's how it repaid me! (Well worth the effort!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382496839177752514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SrJ4W4faT8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/nl4xcQXQqRo/s320/DSC00181.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;I love cool looking bugs. And my zinnias seem to attract some good ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out the color on this guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382496832270480226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SrJ4Wewls2I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/2n6hl9JjsWw/s320/DSC00178.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's "Bear" doing what he does best- relaxing!&lt;br /&gt;I'd pay good money to learn how to relax as well as he does!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382427661322347874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SrI5cM5a5WI/AAAAAAAAAeI/26w9ujlgxAo/s320/DSC00145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;David and I hiked the trail at the Caesar Creek Nature Preserve last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful! I walked to the creek to get some pics and wish I could have stayed there for hours. It was so quiet and peaceful. Too bad it's so far from my house- I'd go back a lot more often if I could!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SrI5bTlHnLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mcmP7wkEq6A/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382427645936377010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SrI5bTlHnLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/mcmP7wkEq6A/s320/DSC00159.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a visitor for a few days last week. Aimee named him Phillip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He enjoyed hanging out on our zinnias and eating all the bugs he caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SrI5ar7OCZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/EiXL6VoTzgI/s1600-h/DSC00150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382427635291654546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SrI5ar7OCZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/EiXL6VoTzgI/s320/DSC00150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-6437841102683700239?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/fIQDYnoQc5s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/6437841102683700239/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=6437841102683700239&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/6437841102683700239" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/6437841102683700239" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/fIQDYnoQc5s/random-pictures.html" title="Random pictures" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SrJ4W4faT8I/AAAAAAAAAeY/nl4xcQXQqRo/s72-c/DSC00181.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-pictures.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-5855779649347819785</id><published>2009-09-18T06:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T06:05:00.614-04:00</updated><title type="text">Fears</title><content type="html">I'm finding that I still have way too many fears.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of being asked to do more new things.&lt;br /&gt;And of messing up if I do try.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of not being able to keep up with everything that's required of me.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes too tired to really care.&lt;br /&gt;I worry about not doing enough and about hurting other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;There's only one of me and so many needs!&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of my car breaking down and leaving me stranded.&lt;br /&gt;And having to call someone for help.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still scared of teaching and am really worried about pulling off a visiting teaching conference soon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm backed into a corner on this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of my husband losing his job or having another disabling injury/illness.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, neither are on the horizon, but we've had so many freak things happen suddenly in the past that it's hard not to think about it happening again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about not living up to my potential, but also scared of what it takes to get there.&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever be good enough?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of getting too fat or out of shape to be able to enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;And of being dependant on other people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still scared of some people.&lt;br /&gt;Even when they don't mean to be intimidating.&lt;br /&gt;I'm uncomfortable in crowded places.&lt;br /&gt;And having people hear me sing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of sounding stupid when I talk. Or worse, actually being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of going new places alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eegads. I sound like a mental case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-5855779649347819785?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/eZsfLc8KXaI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5855779649347819785/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=5855779649347819785&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/5855779649347819785" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/5855779649347819785" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/eZsfLc8KXaI/fears.html" title="Fears" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/fears.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-1071070057912653222</id><published>2009-09-17T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:23:19.290-04:00</updated><title type="text">Listening</title><content type="html">How well do we really &lt;strong&gt;listen&lt;/strong&gt; to the Lord?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading 3 Nephi 11:3-6 it struck me that there are varying degrees and ways of listening. I'm sure there are just as many corresponding ways of being blessed depending on our level of attentiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nephites had just been through the most traumatic experience possible- total darkness for three days in combination with earthquakes, fires, whirlwinds and floods. The complete darkness alone would have been scary, but with all the additional natural disasters happening simultaneously, it would have been downright terrifying, especially to those who had paid no heed to the prophecies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine the grief and terror of the survivors. To have your entire world thrown into chaos while being in total darkness for three days would be horrible. But the Lord didn't leave them entirely comfortless. He spoke to them in the darkness to remind them of His commandments and His desire to extend mercy to them. I think it's incredible that the people were silent for the space of many hours after this. No one discussed what they heard, no one was distracted by the conditions around them (I believe this was still during the period of darkness.) This gave them the opportunity to just sit and ponder the words of Christ. To let them sink in and to look within to see if they believed. As they did so their mourning, weeping and wailing ceased and they were filled with joy, their sorrow turned to thanksgiving to the Lord. They were blessed for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the darkness lifted the people gathered at the temple and were marveling at the changes that had taken place. It doesn't specify whether they were amazed solely by the change in the terrain or whether they were also considering the change in themselves, but I'd like to think it was some of both. They were talking to one another about Christ and the signs of His coming, which they had been witness to. As they were conversing they heard a small voice that "did pierce them that did hear to the center," but they didn't understand what it was saying. They were probably more than a little distracted by their conversations and by trying to take in everything around them. They then heard the voice a second time but still didn't understand it. BUT.. the third time they heard the voice they "did open their ears to hear it; and their eyes were towards the sound thereof; and they did look steadfastly towards heaven, from whence the sound came."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right here, I think, is the key. They not only &lt;em&gt;heard &lt;/em&gt;but also actively opened their ears (paid attention and listened) and also turned their eyes to the source of the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we hear the spirit speaking to us, do we continue on in our conversations and daily routines.. does it take three or more times for us to stop and pay attention? I think of it like the varying ways we listen to others. I think we can all relate to the experience of "listening" to someone who is just rambling on and on, or whose conversation isn't nearly as interesting as they think it is (think of times you've been listening to a child, spouse or friend and your responses are half-hearted "yep, un-hunh, un-hunh, yep" because your attention isn't really on what they're saying.) Contrast that with how intently you would listen if you had a life threatening condition and the only way to be saved is to listen to the instructions of your doctor and follow them exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are huge differences in levels of hearing, listening, and paying attention. When we are only partially paying attention to a conversation we are likely to be losing eye contact, letting our thoughts wander, and not really hearing half of what is being said. We could miss out on important information or signals. But when we are totally tuned in to someone else we find ourselves wanting to listen, focusing on them, and working to really understand what they're trying to convey to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, like in my example above, we were receiving instructions from a doctor on how to save our own lives, we would likely meet with them in a quiet room, focus our attention solely on what he had to say, and write down everything we could. We would be doing our best to memorize as much of his counsel as possible and then follow through by doing things exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why isn't listening to the Lord just as important to us? Are our souls not worth as much effort to save as our bodies might be? I think we too easily forget that our bodies and this life are just temporary. It's our soul that is immortal and that is in the most danger. Our spirits need healing far more than our bodies ever will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, when I've read or heard something that touches my heart, I find myself too quickly being distracted. I want to hold on to the feeling of the spirit speaking to me, but often I'm drawn away by the cares and desires of this world. I love hearing our prophet and apostles speak and am often touched by their counsel. But all too soon that feeling fades and I find myself caught up in trying to keep up with my everyday life. I have to make a real effort to take the time to sit in the quiet and ponder. To really open my ears and my heart and listen closely to what I don't hear when I'm distracted. I have to keep my gaze heavenward, towards the source of all knowledge and power if I want to be blessed with His guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all need to learn to take time to find a quiet place to really talk to God and more importantly, to listen to what He's trying to tell us. This is becoming more and more challenging as our world revolves around noise, busyness, work, entertainment, and distractions. We are surrounded by opinions and viewpoints on the best ways to solve this or that problem. But in the end, only Christ's instructions have the power to help us eternally. His only goal is to save us, and it's only through Him that we can have the peace that we cannot find in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ is our physician and our healer. But- He isn't going to come to our house, screaming and yelling, pushing us to stop this harmful habit or forcing us to start a life-saving treatment. He'll speak to us in a quiet voice. Asking us to stop and listen. Pleading with us to focus on Him and thereby gain eternal life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-1071070057912653222?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/2ppRSSlXaHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/1071070057912653222/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=1071070057912653222&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/1071070057912653222" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/1071070057912653222" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/2ppRSSlXaHA/listening.html" title="Listening" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/09/listening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-4865219139401608226</id><published>2009-08-28T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:37:14.915-04:00</updated><title type="text">My Week in Review</title><content type="html">Monday: Get up before the crack of dawn (hooray for seminary starting a week before school does... please note the sarcastic tone!) Drive to church at 5:15 am. Visit with "Seminary Support Group" (other Moms who can't just drop their kids off but have to wait there instead) and read scriptures.&lt;br /&gt;Get back home around 6:40 am. Eat breakfast, exercise, shower. Meet with someone in need of food to do a food order. Go grocery shopping for this person. Go home and eat lunch then clean up house. Make homemade dinner for family, do FHE, relax a little and head to bed!&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Up early again and off to the church. It feels like a second home by the third week of seminary. Then it's the usual routine: eat, exercise, shower. Throw in some laundry. Meet with the sister missionaries and discuss how the work is going in our ward. Then it's off to the chiropractor to see if he can get rid of the back pain. Back home in time to make dinner and then it's time to relax a little!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Same ol' same ol'. Except today I went back to bed in the morning. That extra 1 1/2 hours of sleep really makes a difference!! More house cleaning, run a few errands including picking up Aimee's schedule and some new jeans, make some phone calls, otherwise just stay at home and get stuff done. Then it's out again to take Aimee to YW and some time at the library for me (David was at a Board of Zoning Appeals Meeting.) Laugh when my family sees how many books I've picked up at the library. I think I'm officially an addict.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: This time there's no time for going back to bed or exercising in the morning. Instead, I make pancakes for everyone's breakfast, see David off to work and then hit the shower. Get ready and head off to a presidency meeting at Erin's house. Then it's back home for 1/2 an hour and then off to another food order appointment. Back home again and try to work on laundry. I'm getting really bad about forgetting the loads in the dryer and having to re-run them because everything's wrinkly. I'm hanging on to my sanity as best I can! Make a new recipe for dinner that goes over amazingly well, then head off to Winton Woods for a 6 mile bike ride with David. Aimee still won't join us, but we had a good time! And David's not sore at all after only 6 miles. Guess we'll figure out what the magic number of miles is before too long.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Okay, getting back into a seminary schedule is HARD. And I'm not even the type who likes to stay up really late or sleep in. But my usual bedtime is around 10:00- 10:30 and I'm having to be up by 4:45. This just doesn't work well with my body! So it's back to bed for an hour today. I feel like such a slacker. But that doesn't stop me because at least this way I'm not feeling dead or cranky. Time to exercise and shower then it's off to the last food order of the week. Back to working on laundry (and setting the timer so I don't forget the dryer... boy, I wish the dryer had a buzzer to let me know when it was done!!) Time to chat with my cuz and other friends online for a bit, as well as update my blog. I'm looking forward to another visit with the chiropractor and then it's off to pick up a pizza at Sam's Club for dinner. Hopefully we'll get a walk in after dinner and before the rain, but after that it's time to watch a movie and relax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is... I've been told I stay busier than most people but I just don't see it that way. I still feel like such a slacker if I'm not doing something productive for the majority of every day, especially since I don't work outside the home or have little children. I still look at the Moms in our ward with amazement because I know they're not only staying busy, but taking care of little ones at the same time! And doing a dang good job of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how's your week been??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-4865219139401608226?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/Mi0QTDzVMOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/4865219139401608226/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=4865219139401608226&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/4865219139401608226" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/4865219139401608226" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/Mi0QTDzVMOA/my-week-in-review.html" title="My Week in Review" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-week-in-review.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-5166286093984978841</id><published>2009-08-25T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T08:00:02.744-04:00</updated><title type="text">Biking!</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's what David and I did on Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF4U7gr8lI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fyijEsRU5z4/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373208131397218898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF4U7gr8lI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fyijEsRU5z4/s320/DSC00144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF1khckC-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/JuG9xP7qX4k/s1600-h/DSC00139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373205100743625698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF1khckC-I/AAAAAAAAAdI/JuG9xP7qX4k/s320/DSC00139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF1lbwvx1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gKyWNClaaxI/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373205116397537106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF1lbwvx1I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/gKyWNClaaxI/s320/DSC00143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was our first time on the Loveland Bike Trail and it was fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We started in Foster and headed north. I don't know where we were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when we finally turned around but the whole ride ended up being 14 miles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was a lot of beautiful scenery along the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF2f3e3orI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-sgQJqz7Lcs/s1600-h/DSC00137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373206120271159986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF2f3e3orI/AAAAAAAAAdg/-sgQJqz7Lcs/s320/DSC00137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's a dry waterfall. It was cloudy and kinda dark so it's not the best picture,&lt;br /&gt;but it sure was pretty in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373206132607081762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF2glb-3SI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LH8QQ7ZkVGk/s320/DSC00142.JPG" /&gt; There was even a pasture with some horses!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told David the people who live here have my dream set-up: a house on a small river where I could go kayaking and room for a couple of horses. Maybe some day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We're hoping to go back sometime in the near future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a beautiful, well-kept trail. Well worth the short drive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(The next ride will be a little shorter, though. David is stuck in bed on his back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because he overdid it. Ooops. Hopefully he's still thinking it was worth it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-5166286093984978841?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/hPyNdrWHFwU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/5166286093984978841/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=5166286093984978841&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/5166286093984978841" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/5166286093984978841" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/hPyNdrWHFwU/biking.html" title="Biking!" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SpF4U7gr8lI/AAAAAAAAAdw/fyijEsRU5z4/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/biking.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-3079544362500326678</id><published>2009-08-23T12:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:44:24.057-04:00</updated><title type="text">Question for all of you:</title><content type="html">Okay, here's my dilemma (small and stupid as it is, I would still love some input on it!)&lt;br /&gt;I would LOVE to have more people over to my house to play games, for dinner, or to just hang out. BUT... I have 5 cats and a not very kid-friendly home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm willing to shut the cats in a room for a few hours so hopefully that wouldn't be an issue, but I'm always unsure of whether or not to invite anyone who has children. I don't want anyone feeling like they need to get a babysitter just to come to my house, but I can only do so much to make my house really kid-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;Do I go ahead and invite someone with children and ask them to bring some toys and keep an eye on their kids? (Is that rude??) I like kids and usually don't mind if they're getting into some stuff, but I'm worried about anyone getting hurt or being bored.&lt;br /&gt;Am I just being too self-conscious about this? Should I just go ahead and extend the invitations? Would any of you be interested in coming over anyways??&lt;br /&gt;I'd love your comments, thoughts, and feelings on this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-3079544362500326678?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/nkmA_aZO7oo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/3079544362500326678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=3079544362500326678&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/3079544362500326678" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/3079544362500326678" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/nkmA_aZO7oo/question-for-all-of-you.html" title="Question for all of you:" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/question-for-all-of-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-7742339143733834869</id><published>2009-08-18T09:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:06:02.261-04:00</updated><title type="text">Cleaning in the Dark</title><content type="html">Have you ever tried to clean a room in the dark? Imagine trying to dust shelves, move knick-knacks, wash windows and vacuum in the dark. Even if we had minimal light it would be hard to see clearly enough to really make our house shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when the light is brought in and we see the effects of our cleaning in the dark? We would see how much of it was done in vain because we had missed a fair amount of the dirt. We would see streaks on the window, patches of dust still layering shelves, and probably a fair amount of stuff on the floor that we just didn't pass over with the vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, how well could we clean a room if it was bathed in light? We would be able to see every speck of dust or fragment on the carpet. We would be able to make our windows transparent and feel the satisfaction of knowing that our house is clean and presentable to anyone who might visit. It would bring a sense of peace to have an orderly home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that if we approach our lives as if we were cleaning in the dark we're going to see similar dismal results. When we attempt to live our lives in the dark we struggle in vain to rid ourselves of sin and weaknesses. On the other hand, if we are willing to let in light we can change the entire appearance and order of our lives. Jesus Christ is our light and a shining beacon of hope in this world. Without His guidance and the clarity that He brings to our situation we are lost in the dark, stumbling around and trying to clean up our messes without being able to even see them clearly. The more of His light we have in our lives, the better we'll be able to see those streaks that still need to be wiped clean. And the most amazing part is that as we let His light into our lives, He is willing to come right in and help with the cleaning effort. In fact, He does the lion's share of the work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So which room would you rather invite the Savior into? I think it would be far easier to open the door to Jesus if we knew we had prepared for His visit by making our home as clean and comfortable as possible. But if our "homes" are messy or filthy we shouldn't hide in the dark and wish things were better. We need to let in the Light and let Him help us to beautify and organize our "homes." And once we've let the Light in, we need to keep up with our weekly routines of cleaning. We need to be at church to take the sacrament and renew our covenants. We need to serve others and follow His example. As we do these things we will find that Jesus is right there with us, not only lighting our way, but also holding our hand and guiding us. He has the power to take away any dirt or messiness in our lives if we let Him. If we open our lives to His light He will help us become the shining spirits we were always meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-7742339143733834869?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/-3NupIUYmZk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7742339143733834869/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=7742339143733834869&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/7742339143733834869" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/7742339143733834869" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/-3NupIUYmZk/cleaning-in-dark.html" title="Cleaning in the Dark" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/cleaning-in-dark.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-2686762844085274496</id><published>2009-08-11T13:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T13:49:30.964-04:00</updated><title type="text">Real Stress Reduction Tips</title><content type="html">In a recent "Stress Reduction Workshop" we were told to: a) Live in the Present, not dwell on the past or focus entirely on the future, b) Drink lots of water and c) Restore imbalanced posture. It was pretty obvious that the speaker's goal was to get everyone to try chiropractic help. I'm a fan of that, but it left me looking for more "practical" everyday tips to relieve stress and help me to relax. Here's what I came across in a Meridian Magazine article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Prescriptions for Living to the Age of 100 or More&lt;br /&gt;By Stan Gardner, M.D., CNS&lt;br /&gt;..Here are 10 simple prescriptions you can apply immediately that will help you to relax, smile, and gain greater perspective—all of which are known to increase our longevity and put more fun in our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOUR BODY:  Use healthy things on and in your body.  Be mindful of what you eat and drink of course, but also consider what you use for shampoos, toothpastes, deodorants, and cleaning agents that affect the air you breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY A GOOD BELLY LAUGH (EVERY DAY):  Laughter is a wonderful gift that invigorates the body and mind and helps you to relax.  Try watching a DVD of Brian Regan, the hilarious clean comedian.  Rent an I Love Lucy show (especially the one where she and Ethyl work for the chocolate factory).  My wife and I love watching the old movie “What’s Up Doc?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREATHE.  Focus on exhaling; breathing out ALL the way.  While breathing out, relax your shoulders and release the baggage in your life.  As you naturally inhale, bring in the things that you need and want, full of gratitude for what you are learning and have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLEAN UP; FIX UP; SPRUCE UP.  When your environment is in order, you feel more in control and more at peace.  Don’t overwhelm yourself with the whole project; just select a tiny area of your life that you can put in order right away.  Tackle it, put it in order, and then move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A NAP:  Take a lesson from the little ones.  We all do better when we are rested.  Even as adults it is important to be clear minded and well rested.  Many of the greatest minds in history said that they performed much better when they took a mini-rest during the day: Spencer W. Kimball, Thomas Edison, Winston Churchill, Leonardo da Vinci, Johannes Brahms, and Albert Einstein are among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE A WALK.  Stand tall with your shoulders back, chest forward, head tall.   Take a deep breath all the way in with good posture.  Walk while enjoying the sights and sounds around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE OFF GOOD VIBRATIONS.  Find joy; be grateful for what you have and what surrounds you (even if right now it may seem difficult, your experience is teaching you something).  Smile.  Don’t undervalue the power of your influence on others—even those you simply pass by.  Your presence radiates to those around you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORK HARD AND PLAY HARD.  You’ll sleep better at night, and you’ll feel the satisfaction of a job well done.  Know when to start and when to quit. And then apply what you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAIN A PERSPECTIVE and FORGIVE:  Climb a mountain.  Find out your mission, and be sure you’re doing it—or else you’ll have continual stress.  Connect to God.  Ask His opinion.  Then listen.  Recognize the value of time in healing.  FORGIVE:  No one has had the same experiences as you.  No one has learned exactly the same things you have learned.  No one has the same past, present, or future as you.  Why expect everyone around you to automatically read your mind?  Why judge others’ intentions?  You have no way to know what is going on with others.  Only they and God know.  So let Him be the judge.  That goes for even the people who have hurt you in some way.  Why let them have control over you and your peace by continuing to harbor ill feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAY, “THANK YOU” AND “I LOVE YOU” every chance you get.  You never know when the chance may fade away.  Live now.  Love now.  Laugh now. &lt;br /&gt;Let it all go now, and let God guide you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try going through all 10 prescriptions, and then repeat.  I’d love to hear your results.  Feel free to visit my website and let me know.  &lt;a href="http://www.stangardnermd.com/" target="_blank"&gt;www.stangardnermd.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-2686762844085274496?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/FK9zGAGK7pA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2686762844085274496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=2686762844085274496&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/2686762844085274496" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/2686762844085274496" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/FK9zGAGK7pA/real-stress-reduction-tips.html" title="Real Stress Reduction Tips" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-stress-reduction-tips.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-2154308504840774901</id><published>2009-08-10T13:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:08:10.421-04:00</updated><title type="text">Trudging along</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SoBhpvHSqEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nMF8AArFT0w/s1600-h/Windup+toy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368398125475211330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SoBhpvHSqEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nMF8AArFT0w/s320/Windup+toy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about it long and hard, and I believe the superpower I'd really like to have is unending energy. It seems like everything lately keeps sucking the life out of me. I've tried eating better, exercising almost every day, getting more sleep... nothing seems to help. I almost feel like I had a limited amount of energy to spend throughout my entire time here on earth and I blew through most of it in my earlier years!! What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday evening I got a call from the dear sister who was supposed to teach on Sunday... letting me know that her entire family is sick and she might not be able to make it to church the next afternoon to teach. Gulp! Wouldn't you know that this happens on the month that my Education Counselor is out of the country??!! Normally she's the one who would take that call and worry about subbing, but not this time! I really thought after last Sunday's lesson that I was off the hook for awhile. I had breathed my sigh of relief and was getting back to normal without the thought of teaching a lesson hanging over my head. I really believe God has quite the sense of humor. Funny thing is, I knew as soon as I got the call that I would end up being the one to teach and that it was another learning experience for me. I'm sorry that our regular teacher and her family had to get sick for me to learn this lesson, but I'm glad that I felt a sense of calm and peace during most of the limited time I had to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, that peaceful, lovely feeling left almost as soon as I got up in front of the room. I stumbled my way through a lesson that was not easy to teach. And to make matters worse, the Relief Society room was about a bazillion degrees. I wasn't sure if it was the spirit being felt or if we were all just melting. I'm inclined to think it was the latter since my perception was that the lesson was a complete flop.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least it's done. I'm breathing another sigh of relief. Except now I'm a little on edge too... what else is going to be thrown my way unexpectedly? I wish I could say that I'll gracefully deal with whatever comes along, but the truth is that I'll probably still stumble and trip my way through it. I'm hoping that my willingness to endure and keep trudging along counts for something.&lt;br /&gt;So for any of you who were tortured by having to hear two lessons from me in a row- I apologize. I'd love to infuse them with a lot more energy and interest, but as you can tell from the beginning of this post- I'm all out. Someone please wind me up again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-2154308504840774901?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/Wme1eacI018" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/2154308504840774901/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=2154308504840774901&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/2154308504840774901" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/2154308504840774901" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/Wme1eacI018/trudging-along.html" title="Trudging along" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/SoBhpvHSqEI/AAAAAAAAAc4/nMF8AArFT0w/s72-c/Windup+toy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/trudging-along.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3076473593828344936.post-7411169134537599837</id><published>2009-08-03T14:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:40:29.028-04:00</updated><title type="text">What a difference a day makes!</title><content type="html">Okay, so I probably was doing a bit too much whining in my last post. Now I'm done with my little pity-party and can see the blessings in many of the same things that I was feeling miserable about!&lt;br /&gt;Like having to get new tires- it's never a convenient time to have to do this, but I didn't get a flat out on the interstate, I had the money to replace the two that needed it, and my car handles much better now! Whoohoo! (I'm looking forward to actually stopping when I put on the brake and not have my tires slide!!) And the flooded basement- well, it was good that the water didn't touch anything that would have been harmed by it, and my basement kinda needed a mopping anyways! Having to teach- hmmm... I've got to search harder to see the blessings in this one! It really is something I dread!! But I'm gaining more experience and developing a new talent, and besides, I'm healthy and have my full faculties so I ought to be being used in the Lord's service... even if I still prefer a more "behind-the-scenes" way!&lt;br /&gt;Today is just seeming so much brighter that it seems like a good time to list out some of my blessings again! Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;good health, perfect weather, lots of tomatoes, the ability to research things so quickly and easily (I love finding instructions on how to do things!), a husband that loves me, a daughter that's fun to be around, wonderful friends, being able to live in a safe neighborhood, being able to remember being so poor that we worried about making our next utility payment and realizing that we're blessed to not be in that situation any more, an upcoming enrichment meeting to look forward to, knowing that I don't have to teach again until December!, having plenty of food to eat, being able to see the beauty of God's creations, re-connecting with cousins and other family members, finding new ways to use up all those tomatoes, unexpected flowers blooming where I didn't plant any, chocolate, and memories of good times and the hope of plenty more in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two shots of those unexpected flowers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365821776675159106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/Snc6ef7HPEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ULW7kLI96hY/s320/DSC00125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365821767021165362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/Snc6d79a-zI/AAAAAAAAAco/1rKcPspuzMY/s320/DSC00119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3076473593828344936-7411169134537599837?l=betchadidntknow.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~4/9Tr1nwSb1ug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/feeds/7411169134537599837/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3076473593828344936&amp;postID=7411169134537599837&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/7411169134537599837" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3076473593828344936/posts/default/7411169134537599837" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/FhYV/~3/9Tr1nwSb1ug/what-difference-day-makes.html" title="What a difference a day makes!" /><author><name>Patty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01088835513981961640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="01511389101117459302" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wwth7RoGV5E/Snc6ef7HPEI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ULW7kLI96hY/s72-c/DSC00125.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://betchadidntknow.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-difference-day-makes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>
