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&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like there's just not enough hours in the day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;There's just way too many fun and educational things to do. I've been reading some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;great books, growing herbs and anything else I can keep alive in this 110 degree weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEslBRluV5I/AAAAAAAADt8/BHi6eBSDwQY/s1600/mydeskherbsbookscake+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEslBRluV5I/AAAAAAAADt8/BHi6eBSDwQY/s400/mydeskherbsbookscake+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids have been learning to cook&amp;nbsp;dinners and yummy&amp;nbsp;desserts,&amp;nbsp;they love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My plan is&amp;nbsp;for them to love it so much they'll want to cook dinner every night. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We've all been focusing on our goals...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soph's&amp;nbsp;improved greatly in her speach and social skills and ditched diapers for good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade's improved in his reading, math, cooking and brotherly skills,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and Jaxon has been reading several (7) books from the library, things like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to Write Your First Best Seller.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's determined to publish his first book and is currently working on his second. He's on a strict schedule...boot camp style, so he can be found&amp;nbsp;writing or illustrating 24/7.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEuXh-ZNVUI/AAAAAAAADuU/QmzeZOt95Ws/s1600/circustreadmillkadejaxbook+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEuXh-ZNVUI/AAAAAAAADuU/QmzeZOt95Ws/s400/circustreadmillkadejaxbook+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We all take turns on the treadmill, Soph loves to do yoga and pilates...she's a natural!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The circus came to town and we had a blast with my bff Chantell and her kids, my only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;complaint is that she's already back to work...again with the more time thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I just LOVE spending time with her,&amp;nbsp;maybe when we're retired we can live next door to each other!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEsrRM8eM4I/AAAAAAAADuM/s52BRkzT1-I/s1600/girl_with_a_pearl_earring_big.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEsrRM8eM4I/AAAAAAAADuM/s52BRkzT1-I/s400/girl_with_a_pearl_earring_big.jpg" width="341" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On a sidenote: this is what I want for my birthday (it's not until Halloween).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;copy of&amp;nbsp;Johanne Vermeer's 17th century painting&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Girl With The Pearl Earring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now for a week in Utah and then a week to prepare before our school year starts, I'm so sad for summer break to end, but anxious for another year of home schooling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-6536043045917346679?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/6536043045917346679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/not-enough-hours-in-day.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/6536043045917346679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/6536043045917346679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/not-enough-hours-in-day.html" title="Not enough hours in the day!" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEslOKczGXI/AAAAAAAADuE/nhUng25VATI/s72-c/Misc+summer+2010+037+Soph+cross+process.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEGRHY-eyp7ImA9WxFaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-4279619765083669786</id><published>2010-07-22T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T09:53:45.853-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-22T09:53:45.853-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday's" /><title>Kade's Birthday Fun</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a great day celebrating Kade's 8th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went swimming, had dinner at Red Lobster (Kade's favorite),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then came back to the house for presents and cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEhzA6_JrzI/AAAAAAAADtE/_nL7gqlfhaI/s1600/35254_1449245202547_1575738895_2427631_6852070_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEhzA6_JrzI/AAAAAAAADtE/_nL7gqlfhaI/s400/35254_1449245202547_1575738895_2427631_6852070_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The boys all ate crab legs and had fun figuring out how to eat them the proper way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEh3BfnOTnI/AAAAAAAADtk/PtFPGXgCmt4/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEh3BfnOTnI/AAAAAAAADtk/PtFPGXgCmt4/s400/IMG_0693.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We kept it low key, no big friend party...just the boys and their bff Wyatt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Kade got a new bike...exactly the same as Jaxon's (oops), but he&amp;nbsp;thought it was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEhukpKyVdI/AAAAAAAADs8/kzY_IFzFFr8/s1600/IMG_0686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEhukpKyVdI/AAAAAAAADs8/kzY_IFzFFr8/s400/IMG_0686.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Kade enjoyed his gifts especially the crystal kit that he got from his&amp;nbsp;Washburn Grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEh2Im-zqgI/AAAAAAAADtU/5bucFE6sslo/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEh2Im-zqgI/AAAAAAAADtU/5bucFE6sslo/s400/IMG_0694.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEh2TCKyVaI/AAAAAAAADtc/LOny92b4pCc/s1600/IMG_0695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEh2TCKyVaI/AAAAAAAADtc/LOny92b4pCc/s400/IMG_0695.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He even had a special video sent to him on Facebook from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;his cousin Carly and little boy Gavin...so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soph&amp;nbsp;whined all morning that "nobody sings happy birthday to me", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I wrapped her a little dollar gift and she was over the moon about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I absolutely love being a mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEhzJFtk9-I/AAAAAAAADtM/zR89NmhcP4w/s1600/38064_1449240362426_1575738895_2427629_2073192_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEhzJFtk9-I/AAAAAAAADtM/zR89NmhcP4w/s400/38064_1449240362426_1575738895_2427629_2073192_n.jpg" width="351" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently had a harsh reminder of how precious life is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and how lucky I am for each and every day I get to spend with my husband and kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week my old high school buddy's young wife passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was hit while cycling in Draper, Utah (my hometown).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She left behind two sweet girls, &lt;br /&gt;
3 yrs and 3 months old.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEh3jpa6LUI/AAAAAAAADts/G4QccmHG2_I/s1600/22248277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEh3jpa6LUI/AAAAAAAADts/G4QccmHG2_I/s400/22248277.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so traggic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I never met her, but her husband Luke is&amp;nbsp;absolutley the best &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;I know she must have been an amazing person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksl.com/?nid=148&amp;amp;sid=11578756&amp;amp;hl=2"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a link to the news clip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-4279619765083669786?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/4279619765083669786/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/kades-birthday-fun.html#comment-form" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/4279619765083669786?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/4279619765083669786?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/kades-birthday-fun.html" title="Kade's Birthday Fun" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEhzA6_JrzI/AAAAAAAADtE/_nL7gqlfhaI/s72-c/35254_1449245202547_1575738895_2427631_6852070_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FQnYyeCp7ImA9WxFaF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-1378264042721786758</id><published>2010-07-21T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T11:11:53.890-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-21T11:11:53.890-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>Oops!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEc1N9mtLwI/AAAAAAAADsc/eULOwqaKwMM/s1600/IMG_0676+oops+sorry+babe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEc1N9mtLwI/AAAAAAAADsc/eULOwqaKwMM/s400/IMG_0676+oops+sorry+babe.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEc1bIaT5yI/AAAAAAAADsk/TAoDBMrrOrk/s1600/IMG_0674+day+from+hell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEc1bIaT5yI/AAAAAAAADsk/TAoDBMrrOrk/s320/IMG_0674+day+from+hell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's just say...it's a long story involving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;camping,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;breakdowns,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tow trucks,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hotels,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;hitch hiking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ax murderes&lt;/strike&gt; drunk drivers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;rental cars,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the wrong gas,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;high stress,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;auto shops,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lots of money, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and a few tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;All I can say is Kimball's the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-1378264042721786758?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/1378264042721786758/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/oops.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/1378264042721786758?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/1378264042721786758?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/oops.html" title="Oops!" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEc1N9mtLwI/AAAAAAAADsc/eULOwqaKwMM/s72-c/IMG_0676+oops+sorry+babe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAR3c-cSp7ImA9WxFaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-8886221962793180830</id><published>2010-07-17T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T03:35:46.959-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-18T03:35:46.959-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool" /><title>In a perfect world...</title><content type="html">this is how our days&amp;nbsp;would look... (click for larger view)&lt;br /&gt;
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I realize from experience this is just wishful thinking, but&amp;nbsp;it's what we'll aim for. I become super crazy when kids constatly ask "What do I do now?" or, "I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing!" I'm posting them in every room and I'll just point. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I've spent a lot of time organizing and preparing so&amp;nbsp;we can enjoy the journey as much as possible. I'm loving the UPS man lately, there's nothing more exciting than books in the mail! This week 3 different packages came for Kimball...how dare he get me all excited for&amp;nbsp;nothing!&lt;br /&gt;
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I've still got a lot to do, and a family reunion/vacation coming up soon so...gotta run!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEI7XVdV9eI/AAAAAAAADsU/Pu86V_MKuxc/s1600/Kade+swimming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEI7XVdV9eI/AAAAAAAADsU/Pu86V_MKuxc/s400/Kade+swimming.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;BTW, it's been blazing hot here&amp;nbsp;and the pool feels so AMAZING! We're having a fabulous summer...Kade's&amp;nbsp;a goof ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-8886221962793180830?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/8886221962793180830/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/in-perfect-world.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/8886221962793180830?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/8886221962793180830?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/in-perfect-world.html" title="In a perfect world..." /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TEIy1FCkInI/AAAAAAAADsE/zMIAGqsJ5BM/s72-c/scan0003.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIMSX0_fCp7ImA9WxFbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-697219985817482222</id><published>2010-07-12T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:59:48.344-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-12T20:59:48.344-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><title>It's happening again...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TDvip0f_CrI/AAAAAAAADrs/NjEcOYaGzRI/s1600/Kades+Baptism+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TDvip0f_CrI/AAAAAAAADrs/NjEcOYaGzRI/s400/Kades+Baptism+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's happening again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kade's turning a year older &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and there's nothing I can do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is so excited to be eight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he can hardly stand it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In a few weeks we'll be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;traveling to Utah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;where he'll be baptized, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;surrounded by his grandparents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aunts, uncles, and cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's made his wishlist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he's planned his birthday meal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;now it's just a matter of waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TDqFPa790yI/AAAAAAAADrk/MF6bGhAiScY/s1600/h.s.+year+calendar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TDqFPa790yI/AAAAAAAADrk/MF6bGhAiScY/s400/h.s.+year+calendar.jpg" width="307" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Besides having endless car trouble last week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've been&amp;nbsp;busy planning for the coming school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm&amp;nbsp;excitied and&amp;nbsp;anxious at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;With a little experience under my belt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know we'll survive...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and thrive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;anticipate&amp;nbsp;the new&amp;nbsp;discoveries,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;bonding time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Our&amp;nbsp;hard work is certain to pay off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;because together we'll&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;grow leaps and bounds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/4321963004118646216-6602281770289727834?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/6602281770289727834/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/here-before-we-know-it.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/6602281770289727834?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/6602281770289727834?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/here-before-we-know-it.html" title="Here before we know it!" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TDqFPa790yI/AAAAAAAADrk/MF6bGhAiScY/s72-c/h.s.+year+calendar.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAMQno_cSp7ImA9WxFbEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-7070870284196282579</id><published>2010-07-03T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T09:16:23.449-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-03T09:16:23.449-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday's" /><title>July 4th Weekend</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;ummer is flying by and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we are livin' it up to the fullest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The temps are scorching,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;popsicles are the&amp;nbsp;drug of choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids are healthy and happy, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;they're growing like weeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so blessed to have great family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and friends in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This weekend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I feel especially blessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to live in this wonderful country...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;land of the free,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;home of the brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-7070870284196282579?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/7070870284196282579/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/july-4th-weekend.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/7070870284196282579?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/7070870284196282579?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/07/july-4th-weekend.html" title="July 4th Weekend" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TC9h5EhnDbI/AAAAAAAADrQ/1pPUboXp91o/s72-c/July+4th+2010+collage+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cAQX0yeip7ImA9WxFUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-1106515384062572931</id><published>2010-06-20T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T17:10:40.392-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T17:10:40.392-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool" /><title>Oral Narrations</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TB6lceCX-qI/AAAAAAAADq4/zhqhFoEaeyY/s1600/The-Wind-In-The-Willows-A-Tale-of-Two-Toads.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TB6lceCX-qI/AAAAAAAADq4/zhqhFoEaeyY/s400/The-Wind-In-The-Willows-A-Tale-of-Two-Toads.jpg" width="280" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's been so long since I've blogged, I feel like I can't remember how. &lt;br /&gt;
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As I've mentioned before, I love the Charlotte Mason&amp;nbsp;homeschool method. Oral narration is the natural approach to finding out what your child retained from his readings. She encourages using only oral narration up until they are about 10 or 11 and then moving on to one written narration per week and slowly moving up to 3 or so. Click &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzfeqV_8M5g&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for a quick example of my 7 year old Kade (2nd grade) narrating a chapter from &lt;i&gt;The Wind In The Willows&lt;/i&gt; by Kenneth Grahame. This was actually done back in January or February I can't remember. &lt;br /&gt;
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Good news, we've decided not only to keep homeschooling Kade next year but to also keep Jaxon home as well. Yes, he loved his school and he had a fabulous year, but all of his friends have moved or had to change schools and we have also moved, so rather than he change schools AGAIN we will homeschool. We are all SO excited about it, and feel it's going to be a lot easier now that we've got 1 1/2 years under our belt. It also helps that several families from our new ward (church) are also homeschoolers.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TB6or_TlrvI/AAAAAAAADrA/opcRj8pGwCQ/s1600/040+ranch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TB6or_TlrvI/AAAAAAAADrA/opcRj8pGwCQ/s400/040+ranch.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summer life has been fun. We love our new house and we are enjoying the extra time together. As usual we are doing lots of swimming but also a lot of learning, reading and some gardening. I've planned a lot of field trips too, some of them are...the new Tempe Aquarium,&amp;nbsp;the circus,&amp;nbsp;boating, movies, library, science center, play, ranch and water park. We will be taking a trip to&amp;nbsp;Utah&amp;nbsp;in July&amp;nbsp;for some family reunions.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am taking an online photography workshop, trying to get into shape, planning the next school year and&amp;nbsp;reading lots of great books. I finally finished &lt;em&gt;The Red Tent&lt;/em&gt; and am now reading&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;The Promise&lt;/em&gt; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;The Goose Girl&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Time is flying by at lightening speed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-1106515384062572931?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/1106515384062572931/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/06/oral-narrations.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/1106515384062572931?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/1106515384062572931?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/06/oral-narrations.html" title="Oral Narrations" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/TB6lceCX-qI/AAAAAAAADq4/zhqhFoEaeyY/s72-c/The-Wind-In-The-Willows-A-Tale-of-Two-Toads.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQMQ38_eSp7ImA9WxFUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-4930149911521986416</id><published>2010-05-27T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:26:22.141-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T16:26:22.141-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tips" /><title>Year End Teacher Gifts</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S_7NwEqgeWI/AAAAAAAADqw/5YXdSX61DFg/s1600/Teacher+gift+idea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S_7NwEqgeWI/AAAAAAAADqw/5YXdSX61DFg/s400/Teacher+gift+idea.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I saw this idea on another blog months ago, wish I could give them credit but I just have no idea which one it was. Of course I&amp;nbsp;get one too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-4930149911521986416?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/4930149911521986416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/05/year-end-teacher-gifts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/4930149911521986416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/4930149911521986416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/05/year-end-teacher-gifts.html" title="Year End Teacher Gifts" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S_7NwEqgeWI/AAAAAAAADqw/5YXdSX61DFg/s72-c/Teacher+gift+idea.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04EQX45eSp7ImA9WxFUEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-2701316161434773996</id><published>2010-04-23T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T16:18:20.021-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T16:18:20.021-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moving" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sophia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jessica's thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jaxon" /><title>Catching my breath!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S9F2WNCkIFI/AAAAAAAADqo/V-iBr6fafmc/s1600/love+the+yard+add+a+ramada+by+pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S9F2WNCkIFI/AAAAAAAADqo/V-iBr6fafmc/s400/love+the+yard+add+a+ramada+by+pool.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well I've been kind of wishy washy in the blog department. I've decided to take a blogging break&amp;nbsp;and focus on more important things for awhile...spend less time on the computer. Life is currently too crazy for me to be rambeling on, so this will be it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have sold our home and are moving about 15 minutes south, close to a piece of land we are purchasing. We&amp;nbsp;really want more&amp;nbsp;room to&amp;nbsp;run around and well...breathe! I think we'll&amp;nbsp;build a single story (w/ a basement)&amp;nbsp;to help save on our A/C bill each month. We are also using block&amp;nbsp;that way Kimball and his guys can do as much work as possible. This won't happen for a few years. For now we'll just save up and try and&amp;nbsp;keep riding out this bad economy. I have been looking at the mediterranian/southwestern styles. Sure I love classic designs but I may as well embrace the desert life.&amp;nbsp;I like the picture of the house above but would definitely add a little splash of color here and there. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sophia has 2 favorite songs right now. &lt;em&gt;Soul Sister&lt;/em&gt; by Train and &lt;em&gt;No One&lt;/em&gt; by Alecia Keys. She is too funny going around singing in her sweet little soft (and cracky) voice. She makes us play it over and over for her on the car stereo. She is hanging with her new bff Adi nonstop and loves church now. Yay! No more crying at nursery every week.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jaxon sang in the school talent show last week. He is a hoot! I can't believe how brave he was. He used to be too afraid to sing in public even though he really enjoys singing. His friend at school heard him in music class and told him he had a good voice, that's all he needed to build his confidence. I have to say, he did REALLY good!! By far the best one at the talent show and that's not just a biast mom's opinion, many teachers told him the same thing at school. He belted it out like nobody's business!&lt;br /&gt;
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Kade has been a good little helper and patient with me on the homeschool front. I'm sneaking in as much as possible, but it will be good to get back to our routine.&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is good, a little uncertain and stressful, but still good. I have so many blessings that I can't understand how I fell into such a great life. I hope I'll keep sight of what's important and remember to cherish these days with my sweet little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-2701316161434773996?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/2701316161434773996/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/04/going-private-for-good.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/2701316161434773996?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/2701316161434773996?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/04/going-private-for-good.html" title="Catching my breath!" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S9F2WNCkIFI/AAAAAAAADqo/V-iBr6fafmc/s72-c/love+the+yard+add+a+ramada+by+pool.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FSXk7fip7ImA9WxFTFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-3724373419709079344</id><published>2010-04-06T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:33:38.706-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-06T11:33:38.706-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Faith" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends" /><title>Grab a Kleenex...</title><content type="html">This You Tube video is a must see. I saw it on my friend &lt;a href="http://www.the-mortensen-family.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill's blog&lt;/a&gt;. It's a moving and inspirational video of my old high school buddy Ryan. I wasn't prepared for the sobbfest that ensude...you've been warned!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have so many great memories of hanging out with Ryan and the ol'&amp;nbsp;gang every weekend. He is a super funny guy that always had me laughing. I'm so glad Jill led me to his message. Out here in Arizona I'm kind of 'out of the loop' and I admit, I really needed to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Prayers for Ryan and his cute little family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-3724373419709079344?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/3724373419709079344/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/04/grab-kleenex.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/3724373419709079344?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/3724373419709079344?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/04/grab-kleenex.html" title="Grab a Kleenex..." /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQBQnw-fip7ImA9WxFTEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-1280333387884353793</id><published>2010-03-31T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:32:33.256-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-31T21:32:33.256-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jaxon" /><title>The Results...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S7QhMNvQCKI/AAAAAAAADqg/8f95yG6mcPY/s1600/Jaxon+Mr.+Mayor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S7QhMNvQCKI/AAAAAAAADqg/8f95yG6mcPY/s400/Jaxon+Mr.+Mayor.jpg" width="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Woo Hoo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Way to go Jaxon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You are such a fabulous son...we're so proud of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/4321963004118646216-1280333387884353793?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/1280333387884353793/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/results.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/1280333387884353793?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/1280333387884353793?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/results.html" title="The Results..." /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S7QhMNvQCKI/AAAAAAAADqg/8f95yG6mcPY/s72-c/Jaxon+Mr.+Mayor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04AQXo4fyp7ImA9WxFTEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-8249519566757206598</id><published>2010-03-31T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:25:40.437-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-31T11:25:40.437-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jaxon" /><title>Don't Be A Sucker...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vote For Jaxon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S7ORHTchbtI/AAAAAAAADqY/r4thN83d7vQ/s1600/Jax+for+mayor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S7ORHTchbtI/AAAAAAAADqY/r4thN83d7vQ/s400/Jax+for+mayor.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today Jaxon is running for Biz Town Mayor at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's part of the Junior Achievment program.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He wrote a hilarious and smart speech...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;entirely on his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's sporting his 'power suit' as Kade calls it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We assembled these cute&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;bribes&lt;/strike&gt; handouts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;for the voters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The&amp;nbsp;chances are slim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His running mate is a sixth grader...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so are 60 of the 72 voters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how it turns out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm super proud of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-8249519566757206598?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/8249519566757206598/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/dont-be-sucker.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/8249519566757206598?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/8249519566757206598?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/dont-be-sucker.html" title="Don't Be A Sucker..." /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S7ORHTchbtI/AAAAAAAADqY/r4thN83d7vQ/s72-c/Jax+for+mayor.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHSH85eip7ImA9WxBaFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-242337691589531857</id><published>2010-03-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:02:19.122-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-26T13:02:19.122-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jessica's thoughts" /><title>My A.I. Predictions</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S60PrDzE13I/AAAAAAAADqQ/RoWHWBFnVAY/s1600/americanidol_top12+perdictions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S60PrDzE13I/AAAAAAAADqQ/RoWHWBFnVAY/s400/americanidol_top12+perdictions.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the summer of 2002&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was hot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;very hot...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;115 degrees hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was pregnant with a 10 pounder!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;American Idol - Season 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saved me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It gave me something to do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;something to look forward to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and most of all helped me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forget about my swollen feet for 60 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't say I've been a loyal viewer every season,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I'm on board this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is anyone else watching?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If so, what are you predicting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and who is your favorite past winner?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite Idol is hands down Carrie Underwood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-242337691589531857?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/242337691589531857/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/my-ai-predictions.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/242337691589531857?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/242337691589531857?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/my-ai-predictions.html" title="My A.I. Predictions" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S60PrDzE13I/AAAAAAAADqQ/RoWHWBFnVAY/s72-c/americanidol_top12+perdictions.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUICQX0-eyp7ImA9WxBaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-9061163662642973531</id><published>2010-03-24T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T06:26:00.353-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-25T06:26:00.353-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kade" /><title>{nipple chaffing}...hiking with a 7 year old!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6pX7qvIWBI/AAAAAAAADqI/roP_b-WxiEo/s1600/Jess+and+kade+hiking+4+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6pX7qvIWBI/AAAAAAAADqI/roP_b-WxiEo/s400/Jess+and+kade+hiking+4+collage.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;things one hears when hiking with kade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the famous "freedom" cry&amp;nbsp;learned from uncle jeff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;taunts that he's a fierce competitor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a warrior&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a champion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ear piercing shouts "i'm the king of the world!"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;snack inquiries&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my personal favorite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;endless talk of nipple chaffing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;gets me laughing every.single.time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-9061163662642973531?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/9061163662642973531/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/nipple-chaffing-hiking-with-7-year-old.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/9061163662642973531?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/9061163662642973531?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/nipple-chaffing-hiking-with-7-year-old.html" title="{nipple chaffing}...hiking with a 7 year old!" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6pX7qvIWBI/AAAAAAAADqI/roP_b-WxiEo/s72-c/Jess+and+kade+hiking+4+collage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMFR3o4fCp7ImA9WxBaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-4411697484092613614</id><published>2010-03-23T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T17:26:56.434-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-23T17:26:56.434-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jessica's thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jaxon" /><title>The Silver Lining</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6khuzvcSRI/AAAAAAAADqA/nyu536QQWxw/s1600-h/cactus+rain+drops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6khuzvcSRI/AAAAAAAADqA/nyu536QQWxw/s400/cactus+rain+drops.jpg" vt="true" width="282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;he rain has been crazy this spring, (not the kind of crazy you're thinking of but for AZ standards it's a lot). I'm not complaining...I love it! We went on our 2nd hike and toughed it out in&amp;nbsp;the rain, but had to cancel today's hike...it was just a little too wet. Instead, Kade and I are going on a&amp;nbsp;date to see &lt;em&gt;Diary Of A Wimpy Kid&lt;/em&gt;. We had another picnic scheduled for tonight, but it too will have to wait. It's so nice to get a dose of&amp;nbsp;cooler weather before summer hits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The other day just the boys and I went hiking. It was&amp;nbsp;invasion of the senior citizens. Seriously, there were like 40 of them at the top. They&amp;nbsp;use walking poles and go really slow and take lots of breaks. Being in the midst of that many elderly&amp;nbsp;is like getting a&amp;nbsp;GIANT hug from your favorite&amp;nbsp;grandma. They&amp;nbsp;were so dang cute...discussing fiber and such. Kade referred to them as 'cheek pinchers', he and Jax had me laughing my guts out! I love that my boys are&amp;nbsp;old enough to do fun things with, I'd rather hang out with them&amp;nbsp;than anyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Spring break has been fabulous. Having&amp;nbsp;Jaxon around 24/7 has been so fun. The boys are bonding like the good old days and I am cherishing every second of it. They&amp;nbsp;had their&amp;nbsp;first flag football games of the season. Kade's team got creamed and he couldn't have cared less, Jaxon's team lost by one point and he was devastated. It's funny how different their personalities are and yet they get along so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been listening to &lt;em&gt;The Secret&lt;/em&gt; a lot lately. I'm totally convinced our mind is a powerful thing. We can either choose to think positive and feel good, or think negative and slip into a funk...needless to say, I've decided to snap out of my 3 year funk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are very excited about our new property. For a few years we will be down sizing, then we'll build on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm anxious to move even though it's to a smaller home...sometimes less is more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Dancing With The Stars&lt;/em&gt; is back, &lt;em&gt;Celebrity Apprentice&lt;/em&gt; is back, the sun is rising earlier...&lt;strong&gt;life is good!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/4321963004118646216-4411697484092613614?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/4411697484092613614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/silver-lining.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/4411697484092613614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/4411697484092613614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/silver-lining.html" title="The Silver Lining" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6khuzvcSRI/AAAAAAAADqA/nyu536QQWxw/s72-c/cactus+rain+drops.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHRXozeCp7ImA9WxBbGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-5283727802535340930</id><published>2010-03-18T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T09:55:34.480-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-18T09:55:34.480-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="field trips" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Books" /><title>Book Review &amp; A Hike</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6IxYb-S11I/AAAAAAAADp4/VDy1us38gTs/s1600-h/usery+park+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6IxYb-S11I/AAAAAAAADp4/VDy1us38gTs/s320/usery+park+collage.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A few days ago we took the boys on a 3.2 mile hike at Usery Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a gorgeous day, we had a&amp;nbsp;fabulous time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The desert landscape was breath taking, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't help but stop often&amp;nbsp;to &lt;strike&gt;catch my breath&lt;/strike&gt; take it all in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I almost broke my neck a few times trying to hike and take pictures at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jaxon was the navigator, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kimball was of course the jester, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was the 'friendly hiker'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and Kade was quite the trooper; he did awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looks like I've found another&amp;nbsp;hobby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;can't wait to go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Arizona is the place to be for spring break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6IxNbmgfgI/AAAAAAAADpw/e5pU_jYUgFk/s1600-h/cactus+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6IxNbmgfgI/AAAAAAAADpw/e5pU_jYUgFk/s400/cactus+collage.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I finished reading &lt;em&gt;Anna Karenina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm still not sure what I thought of it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I liked it and&amp;nbsp;couldn't put it down &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and yet got so annoyed with it at times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I had to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not convinced it's the "best love story of all time" (as&amp;nbsp;many call it), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; convinced if I ever thought of cheating &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I won't now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a little&amp;nbsp;agonizing to read, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;kind of made me want to pull my hair out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love a good romance novel but this&amp;nbsp;felt like a Kevin Costner movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;about &lt;strike&gt;400 pages&lt;/strike&gt; an hour&amp;nbsp;too long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm now reading &lt;em&gt;Uncle Tom's Cabin&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a classic I've been putting off because I knew it would be a downer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So far it's gripping but definitely sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-5283727802535340930?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/5283727802535340930/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/book-review-hike.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/5283727802535340930?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/5283727802535340930?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/book-review-hike.html" title="Book Review &amp; A Hike" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S6IxYb-S11I/AAAAAAAADp4/VDy1us38gTs/s72-c/usery+park+collage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4HRng7fyp7ImA9WxBbF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-251678848293487678</id><published>2010-03-16T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:32:17.607-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-16T12:32:17.607-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kade" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jaxon" /><title>Intervention?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S5_bFEnKR4I/AAAAAAAADpo/MvgIf93Ysi8/s1600-h/001+xbox.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S5_bFEnKR4I/AAAAAAAADpo/MvgIf93Ysi8/s400/001+xbox.jpg" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At some point I should probably intervene,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;but it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; spring break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you're only a kid once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They'll eventually&amp;nbsp;need food,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and water,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-251678848293487678?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/251678848293487678/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/intervention.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/251678848293487678?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/251678848293487678?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/intervention.html" title="Intervention?" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S5_bFEnKR4I/AAAAAAAADpo/MvgIf93Ysi8/s72-c/001+xbox.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIBQHYyeip7ImA9WxBbEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-3686540219657338854</id><published>2010-03-10T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:12:31.892-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-10T08:12:31.892-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kade" /><title>Spring Break Baby!!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S5e69DZBIjI/AAAAAAAADpg/UAOZDuXMLH4/s1600-h/kade+swimming+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S5e69DZBIjI/AAAAAAAADpg/UAOZDuXMLH4/s400/kade+swimming+2009.jpg" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are gearing up for spring break around here.&amp;nbsp;We don't have any big plans, just playing outside, reading lots of great books and being lazy. We'll most likely make more trips to the zoo and definitely do some park hopping. I'd also like to&amp;nbsp;go&amp;nbsp;on a few hikes.&amp;nbsp;The weather isn't cooperating so far, hopefully by next week we'll have sunny skies. For now, it's rain and clouds. I'm not complaining though, it's been rather nice having a rainy March. However, we also have football and swim starting so some warmer temps would be good.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kade is so excited for Jaxon to be home and luckily our spring break is 2 weeks long. He's been a little lonely homeschooling by himself. I'm not sure what we'll do next year. Either Jax will have to home school OR Kade will go back to school. Kade is doing very well with his school work. He finished reading &lt;em&gt;Farmer Boy&lt;/em&gt; and is now reading &lt;em&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;/em&gt;. Together we finished &lt;em&gt;The Wind In The Willows&lt;/em&gt; and are now reading &lt;em&gt;Understood Betsy&lt;/em&gt;. He's still listening to &lt;em&gt;The Merry Adventure's Of Robin Hood&lt;/em&gt; on CD during quiet time. As for math, he's doing awesome and is ready for Saxon's Level 3 (I actually should have purchased it rather than level 2, he's rather bored). He's a natural at grammar, though he claims to hate it.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to Jaxon's school last week and saw him perform in his play. He was quite silly but did great. He loved having all eyes on him...how he's my child I do.not.know. :)&lt;br /&gt;
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The great books I've currently got my nose in are &lt;em&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/em&gt; by Leo Tolstoy and &lt;em&gt;The Bible In 90 Days&lt;/em&gt; (though it's looking more like 180 days). I am also determined to set aside some time to learn how to use my new camera. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you all planning for spring break? I'd love to hear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-3686540219657338854?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/3686540219657338854/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/spring-break-baby.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/3686540219657338854?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/3686540219657338854?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/03/spring-break-baby.html" title="Spring Break Baby!!" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S5e69DZBIjI/AAAAAAAADpg/UAOZDuXMLH4/s72-c/kade+swimming+2009.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NRnc6eSp7ImA9WxBUGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-1262958364569874743</id><published>2010-03-05T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:29:57.911-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-05T07:29:57.911-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fun Friday" /><title>Fun Friday's</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S5EhxZLKXMI/AAAAAAAADpY/9ByXqaXOB4A/s1600-h/004+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S5EhxZLKXMI/AAAAAAAADpY/9ByXqaXOB4A/s400/004+1.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why&amp;nbsp;they love Friday's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;games&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;picnics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;library books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;46 to be exact&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lord Of The Rings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;popcorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and staying up way too late!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Soph had her first trip to the hair salon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;she's hooked! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loved the big red chairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The animal cape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Gazed in the glorious mirrors admiring her cuteness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sat perfectly still; not so much as&amp;nbsp;a peep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;other than whispering endless&amp;nbsp;reminders &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;of a&amp;nbsp;'green'&amp;nbsp;lollipop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The other night I was busy cooking dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I turned around and Little Miss Soph &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;had taken it upon herself to fold&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a basket of&amp;nbsp;dish towels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Her folding puts the boys to shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls got skillz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Daughters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;every mother needs&amp;nbsp;one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-4829314501312392130?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/4829314501312392130/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/daughters.html#comment-form" title="9 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/4829314501312392130?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/4829314501312392130?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/daughters.html" title="Daughters..." /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S4qLSK4DeLI/AAAAAAAADpQ/4Yuqdubr7Xs/s72-c/Soph+hair+laundry+collage.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFQX4_eCp7ImA9WxBUEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-2793145076776467387</id><published>2010-02-25T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:06:50.040-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-26T09:06:50.040-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jessica's thoughts" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Jaxon" /><title>thinking out loud...kinda, sorta</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S4c7mqbJThI/AAAAAAAADpI/WpFwt0qHOvM/s1600-h/jaxon+romeo+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S4c7mqbJThI/AAAAAAAADpI/WpFwt0qHOvM/s400/jaxon+romeo+pic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm learning...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to worry less and breathe more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i find...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;blogging therapeutic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i discovered...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my&amp;nbsp;fifth grader&amp;nbsp;held hands with a girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm ok...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because it's shakespeare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'd worry...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if he liked it,&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; since he does (i practice&amp;nbsp;breathing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've surrenedered...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to my&amp;nbsp;battle&amp;nbsp;with Soph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't care...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if she wants to sleep in the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i preferred...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to sleep in the hall as a child (funny huh)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm finished...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with beth's book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm saying...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/So-Long-Insecurity-Youve-Friend/dp/1414334729/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1267154713&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;so long insecurity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm loving...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my new roxy flip flops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm clinging...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to my&amp;nbsp;comfy hoodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mixed feelings about the weather changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm annoyed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with the olympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'd rather...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we spend billions feeding the hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i no longer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feel guilty sneaking out for a run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't just...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;want 'me time' i &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hop on over to &lt;a href="http://blessedmoon.squarespace.com/journal/2010/2/25/themeless-1.html"&gt;Blessed Moon&lt;/a&gt; for a fun way to meet other bloggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-2793145076776467387?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/2793145076776467387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/thinking-out-loudkinda-sorta.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/2793145076776467387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/2793145076776467387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/thinking-out-loudkinda-sorta.html" title="thinking out loud...kinda, sorta" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S4c7mqbJThI/AAAAAAAADpI/WpFwt0qHOvM/s72-c/jaxon+romeo+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MSX8-fSp7ImA9WxBVGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-2090478724688141553</id><published>2010-02-23T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:09:48.155-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-23T14:09:48.155-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="budgets" /><title>spring cleaning...dave ramsey style</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Disclaimer: As always I'm&amp;nbsp;speaking to myself here...a pep talk if you will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S4QXT2_SaXI/AAAAAAAADpA/F3k2OyyRV6A/s1600-h/piggy-bank+blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S4QXT2_SaXI/AAAAAAAADpA/F3k2OyyRV6A/s400/piggy-bank+blue.jpg" width="345" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i conquered the garage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the 'junk&amp;nbsp;drawers'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a&amp;nbsp;kitchen cabinet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;made a few trips to goodwill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;caught up on the laundry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;devoured&amp;nbsp;books from my 'current read' shelf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;saw &lt;em&gt;dear john&lt;/em&gt; with a friend &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i'll&amp;nbsp;likely see it&amp;nbsp;again-and again-and again&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;played in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;paid bills&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;now for the budget!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Let us not forget our&amp;nbsp;finances in the process of purging, simplifying...spring cleaning. Our goals are always lofty, we&amp;nbsp;claim to&amp;nbsp;be Dave Ramsey's biggest fan and yet in time, we digress. This economy bites (I'll just say it). I'm frustrated that our debts seem to be at a stand still or even climbing at times, but that's all the more reason we need to&amp;nbsp;'clean house'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Keeping track of everything that&amp;nbsp;comes in and everything that goes out, not turning a blind eye to what we may not want to see. We&amp;nbsp;can't fix what we don't acknowledge, so even though it can be painful&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;finally decide to 'check in' and be&amp;nbsp;proactive with our money, just remember...by making a few changes,&amp;nbsp;we lighten our&amp;nbsp;load and&amp;nbsp;sleep more sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you've been hiding under the covers for&amp;nbsp;the past few years, and this all sounds too scary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/new/baby-steps/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Dave's 7 Baby Steps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It all comes down to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{Discipline and Purpose}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;the two words I chose last month to describe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/01/two-words.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;2010 resolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-2090478724688141553?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/2090478724688141553/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/spring-cleaning-dave-ramsey-style.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/2090478724688141553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/2090478724688141553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/spring-cleaning-dave-ramsey-style.html" title="spring cleaning...dave ramsey style" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S4QXT2_SaXI/AAAAAAAADpA/F3k2OyyRV6A/s72-c/piggy-bank+blue.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUGRHwzeSp7ImA9WxBVFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-2066694719095190560</id><published>2010-02-19T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T16:03:45.281-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-19T16:03:45.281-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jessica's thoughts" /><title>spring cleaning...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S37675aGqOI/AAAAAAAADoA/MSJ7P98ozC0/s1600-h/dandelion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S37675aGqOI/AAAAAAAADoA/MSJ7P98ozC0/s400/dandelion.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's that time of year again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a-a-aaachooo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;excuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yesterday my allergies showed unexpected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they've crippled all my big plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plans of 'cleaning house'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the garage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the closets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the cupboards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the windows (ok i'd planned to hire that out).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i already needed more hours in the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a set back like this just plain bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm hanging onto hopes my claritin will kick in soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRIORITIES:&lt;/strong&gt; Speaking of 'cleaning house' (this time metaphorically), I've done some re-evaluating, straightening up my personal life a bit. First of all, I've taken a break (possibly permanent) from Facebook, devoted more time to personal reading,&amp;nbsp;prayer and journaling.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;RELATIONSHIPS:&lt;/strong&gt; I've also done some 'cleaning house' in my relationships over the past few years and even more so recently. I've&amp;nbsp;said "bye bye" to those who gossip, radiate drama and just plain bring me down. I have to tell you, it feels great, I don't miss them a bit! This may sound a little harsh but&amp;nbsp;it's important to be selective about who we give our energy and time to. Life's too short, and our family deserves our best self.&lt;br /&gt;
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We need to ask ourselves if the people we allow into our lives are helpful, positive and uplifting or are they burdensome, destructive and unsupportive? &lt;strong&gt;If they've proven to show a pattern of drama, distrust, and ill feelings toward you...see ya! &lt;/strong&gt;They're toxic and will only clutter&amp;nbsp;your brain and cause you undo stress. &lt;br /&gt;
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Sure it's &lt;strong&gt;important to forgive&lt;/strong&gt; them and not hold onto feelings of anger and hurt, but that doesn't mean you have to keep allowing them into your life, draining your energy and self worth.&lt;br /&gt;
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So while you're doing your spring cleaning this year, don't just evaluate whether that old sweater has gotta go,&amp;nbsp;or if it's finally time to&amp;nbsp;donate those pre-baby jeans, ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Am I In Good Company?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-2066694719095190560?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/2066694719095190560/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/spring-has-sprunglets-clean-house.html#comment-form" title="11 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/2066694719095190560?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/2066694719095190560?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/spring-has-sprunglets-clean-house.html" title="spring cleaning..." /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S37675aGqOI/AAAAAAAADoA/MSJ7P98ozC0/s72-c/dandelion.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GQHg4fyp7ImA9WxBVFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4321963004118646216.post-5119689080606180204</id><published>2010-02-18T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T08:43:41.637-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-19T08:43:41.637-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kimball" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="jessica's thoughts" /><title>So Much More Than A Paycheck... (Repost)</title><content type="html">This is a repost from last February, (originally on my old homeschool blog). I decided since my allergies are kicking my butt this week, it would be a good idea to repost this for those of you who are new.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm on to another Dr. Laura book, this one is &lt;em&gt;The Proper Care and Feeding of Marriage&lt;/em&gt;. I also read &lt;em&gt;The Proper Care and Feeding of Husbands &lt;/em&gt;which I also recommend, oh and don't forget the movie &lt;em&gt;Fireproof&lt;/em&gt;, that's great too.&lt;br /&gt;
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In my opinion, this is another book that should be highlighted, and within reach at all times. It's like going to church, we keep learning the same stuff because we need that bonk on the head, that reminder to get us back on track.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;I truly believe that men are simple creatures and they only need a few things to be happy.&lt;/strong&gt; In fact at dinner the other night,&amp;nbsp;Kimball said almost that exact thing to me and yet I so often forget and start with the whining, complaining, and acting pouty or I start taking him for granted and not giving him the praise he deserves.&lt;br /&gt;
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I look back to a time when&amp;nbsp;Kimball was getting our business going, working like a DOG in the 110 degree Arizona sun, six days a week, 12-15 hour days and yet I did more criticizing and complaining than you can imagine. Sure I was working equally as hard with the kids, house and book keeping, it was an extremely stressful time...but I wasn't showing him how much I appreciated all he was doing. &lt;strong&gt;That's the number one thing I believe men need is to be shown appreciation for their hard work, to know that they are your hero so when they walk out that front door every morning, they feel loved, supported, and needed.&lt;/strong&gt; Of course on top of that they also need affection, a warm meal, and to know their kids are being well taken care of. It's pretty simple really.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kimball&amp;nbsp;and I have had our share of ups and downs (oh my have we), but I am SO grateful we continue to work out our differences and try to make the other one happy. I know when I'm doing the above mentioned things,&amp;nbsp;Kimball is one happy man and in return he'll treat me like a QUEEN.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Here's the 3 main tips she gives:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;1. Treat your spouse as if you loved them with your last breath-no matter how contrary to that you might feel at any one moment.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Think hard every day about how you can make their life worth living.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Be the kind of person you would want to love, hug, come home to, and sacrifice for.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They are all great points, but #3 stands out to me because I think &lt;strong&gt;it's so important to try and have the house picked up, look presentable, and hopefully have dinner on the table or close to it.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't always succeed and I'm working on serving my man more meat (since we all know the way to a man's heart is through his stomach). I'm also noticing my actions more when he walks in the door. Do I instantly bombard him with whining or complaints? Or do I just glance over from my lap top and say "hey"?&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm also working on not being a drama queen when it comes to problems or mistakes. This isn't always easy for me because I'm the worrying type, but &lt;strong&gt;if our spouses can't come to us without us acting like an over powering parent, then how will they ever feel safe to share?&lt;/strong&gt; We should be the one person they can come to with anything.&lt;br /&gt;
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BTW, I'm speaking to myself because I have a lot of room for improvement in this area. OK so I'm off to do more reading, get more advice and hopefully build a stronger marriage. Hope you'll read these books if you haven't already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4321963004118646216-5119689080606180204?l=www.these-are-the-days.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/feeds/5119689080606180204/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/so-much-more-than-paycheck-repost.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/5119689080606180204?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4321963004118646216/posts/default/5119689080606180204?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.these-are-the-days.com/2010/02/so-much-more-than-paycheck-repost.html" title="So Much More Than A Paycheck... (Repost)" /><author><name>These Are The Days</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07180919710230686531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="07109806206616281219" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xhKHHgtQl5Q/S34Aa9dJE7I/AAAAAAAADnY/vccZZmcGiFA/s72-c/HPIM0527.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
