<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771</id><updated>2011-07-28T15:58:22.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Raggedy Ann in a Barbie Doll World</title><subtitle type='html'>The journey of an average American woman living in a world wanting more than simple and sweet...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-3209724921308074462</id><published>2010-10-21T12:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:44:24.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/TMCEVlMtQTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8ZxyV1KatIY/s1600/field_of_tulips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 200px; height: 150px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: hand;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530565848708497714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/TMCEVlMtQTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8ZxyV1KatIY/s200/field_of_tulips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I hope to visit.  Someday.  I look forward to the time I can enjoy such a site in person.  Until then, I will imagine it and anticipate Spring's arrival.  I will enjoy all the wonderful moments of Fall and Winter, but will often think of the gifts Spring brings with her.  God's designs of the seasons is wonderful.  Spring is the best of them all... well, for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-3209724921308074462?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3209724921308074462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=3209724921308074462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3209724921308074462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3209724921308074462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2010/10/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/TMCEVlMtQTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/8ZxyV1KatIY/s72-c/field_of_tulips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-2321852888222445926</id><published>2009-12-10T19:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:13:52.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again!</title><content type='html'>Nine months I have been gone from the blogging world. I have read MANY blogs. Kept up with yours and discovered some new ones, like &lt;a href="http://creationsbykara.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://athriftymom.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mykindergartenadventure.blogspot.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; one too. My family has been VERY busy as well. During the time of my last entry I was homeschooling... now my children are all enrolled in a great charter school.&lt;br /&gt;I was on the board for that charter school over the last year. I resigned in September. As the school year drew close, it was abundantly clear my position on the board would take from my family more than I could benefit the school.&lt;br /&gt;We went on a great family vacation over the summer. We visited my in-laws in Greeley, Colorado and did many fabulous things. I hope to do some fun catch up posts to document the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;After arriving home from vacation all efforts were centered on preparing my children for school and working EXTREMELY hard to get the new charter school up and started. How exhausting that was!&lt;br /&gt;Then my girls began school. What a day of mixed emotions. After homeschooling for six years it was hard to leave them, but at the same time, I knew this was an answer to prayer. I had prayed for years for a school to be available to my kids that would teach in a manner different than the traditional public school. Charters always intrigued me. This charter focuses on the classical model of education. I LOVE this model. When I home schooled this model was incorporated in our history and literature. It was hard to think of my kids attending any school that would not provide that richness in learning. Then, ta-da, there it was! And my kids get to go! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am able to spend more focused time in my ministry at church. This has been wonderful. I am getting to know the families in a much different way because of the time I have. I am able to follow through on things that have had to sit for far too long. My list is still long but it is coming together.&lt;br /&gt;I do help in each of my kids classes. I forgot to mention that my oldest girl (Manda) has a teacher that I have known for 17 years and she has watched Manda grow up (Manda was the bell ringer in her wedding even! Hannah and my niece were the flower girls). Hannah has a teacher that I was already familiar with and she has really enjoyed her class. Jenna's teacher is the mother of Manda's teacher. Jenna's teacher has been a dear friend and mentor for many years in my life. Now I leave my youngest in her care each day. I leave knowing Jenna is loved and cared for as well as taught. Can you see God's hand in all of this? I can. I praise Him daily for His care of my children!&lt;br /&gt;So that is a bit of where I have been. Yes, most of this has focused on the new school. That is because over the last year, it has used most of every spare minute I had. Now that that chapter has closed, I want to be back! Enjoy some pictures of my dear family over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyG3LqrN3AI/AAAAAAAAARI/FfkKTnzsFKw/s1600-h/IMG_3653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413809638138043394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyG3LqrN3AI/AAAAAAAAARI/FfkKTnzsFKw/s200/IMG_3653.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413809619690587250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyG3Kl9ABHI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/HQPWiaa0Q9c/s200/June+2009+066.jpg" /&gt;Manda's 11th Birthday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413805983310118210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyGz27YVfUI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/hHo7XdXi7bw/s200/June+2009+022.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Manda, Grandma and Auntie Sis' birthday dinner at PF Chang's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyGz4uj0a_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DDMq0jDf3x8/s1600-h/June+2009+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413806014228360178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyGz4uj0a_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DDMq0jDf3x8/s200/June+2009+085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; April Fool's (colored milk surprise)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413809624012194642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyG3K2DWg1I/AAAAAAAAARA/2wH0CrgmEg8/s200/Summer+2009+229.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Denver Zoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413806005905238962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyGz4Pjbq7I/AAAAAAAAAQg/wzLcpB_GLUo/s200/June+2009+058.jpg" /&gt;Summer bon-fire sleep over at a dear friends home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413807301265312050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyG1DpJVyTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/E9xm4BPhCtg/s200/June+2009+063.jpg" /&gt; Kid's Bowl Free family fun night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyGz3pZiXdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Gk9BpzvwmUo/s1600-h/June+2009+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413805995663187410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyGz3pZiXdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Gk9BpzvwmUo/s200/June+2009+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kid's Bowl Free family fun night out, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1804444084894893771-2321852888222445926?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2321852888222445926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=2321852888222445926' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/2321852888222445926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/2321852888222445926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2009/12/hello-again.html' title='Hello Again!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SyG3LqrN3AI/AAAAAAAAARI/FfkKTnzsFKw/s72-c/IMG_3653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-1807718274015598833</id><published>2009-03-06T09:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T09:51:31.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog? What Blog? Oh, my Blog?</title><content type='html'>To the tune of "Where Has My Little Dog Gone":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where oh where has that Raggedy gal been?&lt;br /&gt;Where oh where can she be?&lt;br /&gt;With her schedule booked and her family needs,&lt;br /&gt;The Raggedy gal has not been!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-1807718274015598833?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1807718274015598833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=1807718274015598833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1807718274015598833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1807718274015598833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-what-blog-oh-my-blog.html' title='Blog? What Blog? Oh, my Blog?'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-5903528631241328066</id><published>2009-01-23T10:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:03:38.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it takes two hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SXoGKlokV8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/cgEr310L7jM/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294551090898163650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SXoGKlokV8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/cgEr310L7jM/s200/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jenna is six. If you ask her how old she is, she has to hold up two hands to show her age. Oh my. My youngest is now six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is Jenna:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;J - jumping, joyful, jolly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E - energetic, enthusiastic, early riser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;N - noisy, noodle lover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;N - nice, in charge &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A - active, asks lots of questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God is so good. He blessed us with such a wonderful child. She brings us so many smiles and laughter. She is a joy in our lives. I pray that God would continue to call her to Him. That she would forever be in love with her Savior and seek Him in every step of her life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you Jennica Lynn! Happy Birthday!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294546854615328034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SXoCUAQCJSI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/blxRvc0UuZU/s200/December+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes. She can be still. sometimes. once. in. a. while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-5903528631241328066?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5903528631241328066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=5903528631241328066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/5903528631241328066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/5903528631241328066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-it-takes-two-hands.html' title='Now it takes two hands...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SXoGKlokV8I/AAAAAAAAAOg/cgEr310L7jM/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-6093358505398769856</id><published>2009-01-21T21:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:42:42.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, I guess I have been hi-jacked by &lt;a href="http://http//raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-favorite-thing.html"&gt;my favorite thing &lt;/a&gt;, my calendar. I have been very busy and the blog has taken a back seat to family time, work needs, and &lt;a href="http://www.ncacharter.org/"&gt;NCA&lt;/a&gt; items. So this seemed a simple task for today. I have missed blogging and look forward to many posts in the near(ish) future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to play along, here are the rules:1. Choose the 4th folder where you store your pictures on your computer2. Select the 4th picture in the folder3. Explain the picture4. Tag 4 people to do the same. NO CHEATING! (no cropping, editing, etc...). If you want to play, join in the fun! (Most of you have done it already, if not TAG, your it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293973464791606850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SXf40Us_ZkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mB-oN1ffvQw/s200/IMG_3138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Won't Amanda love that this was the picture? This was in 2006 after her first skiing trip with her dad.  She was drinking the hot cocoa dad promised her for a good job on the mountain.  Amanda now loves to ski.  If her dad wasn't so very busy he would have her up the hill more often.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-6093358505398769856?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6093358505398769856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=6093358505398769856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6093358505398769856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6093358505398769856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2009/01/photo.html' title='Photo Meme'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SXf40Us_ZkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mB-oN1ffvQw/s72-c/IMG_3138.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-8289051848266818343</id><published>2008-12-29T23:04:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T23:22:55.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S</title><content type='html'>C- Cookies, Candy, Cocoa, all the things I am afraid of eating too much of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Happy Holidays or Merry Christmas?  I celebrate Christmas &amp;amp; say Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Relatives, lots and lots of relatives... Whether they come to visit or you go to see them... Could be good or could be...?  For me it is a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Itchy dry skin always hits me near Christmas.  Tragic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Songs.  I love Christmas songs, but please not 24 hours a day from Thanksgiving Day!  I especially love the children singing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T- Tree, goes up the Saturday after Thanksgiving and comes down New Year's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Money gets spent so easily this time of the year!  In one hand and out the other.  I am so glad for an "Allocated Spending Plan"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Aromas.  The smells of Christmas are amazing.  Cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, pine, and my newest favorite, Snowberry from Scentsy, yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Savior.  God came as a baby, to save me from my wretchedness.  I love Christmas because even in the midst of all the C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A, there is an "S", a baby who grew to be a man, perfect without sin, God in the flesh who came to redeem, even me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a Christmas that was memorable and meaningful, especially in regards to the joy and hope given to all of us in the person of Jesus Christ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My computer is being upgraded and I am using Scott's laptop, so no pics at this time, sorry!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-8289051848266818343?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8289051848266818343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=8289051848266818343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8289051848266818343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8289051848266818343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s.html' title='C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-4624907790106788466</id><published>2008-12-08T13:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:12:17.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4:45 a.m., great sales, some money, and a few of my favorite women (my mom, sis, and 2 sis in laws).  Need I say more?&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277514346358499266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1_Vie558I/AAAAAAAAANw/LQk791AvWRM/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+242.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Loot - believe me the kids wish they knew what was in the bags!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-4624907790106788466?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4624907790106788466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=4624907790106788466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/4624907790106788466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/4624907790106788466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1_Vie558I/AAAAAAAAANw/LQk791AvWRM/s72-c/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-8620101917447702923</id><published>2008-12-08T12:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:58:02.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving and a Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We celebrated Thanksgiving with friends and family at our church's fellowship hall due to the size of our group. It was a very nice time together. We even celebrated Ethan's (my nephew) 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday! Here are some pics of our time together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST184bUETwI/AAAAAAAAANo/2S0I-KLDiRc/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277511647194533634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST184bUETwI/AAAAAAAAANo/2S0I-KLDiRc/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yummy turkey! Scott carved it up for us all to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1831GNMhI/AAAAAAAAANg/8c5barzfDNU/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277511636935848466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1831GNMhI/AAAAAAAAANg/8c5barzfDNU/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+187.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutie pie, Jenna, really wanting some dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST181ydeoGI/AAAAAAAAANY/vTEbtjNOw78/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277511601868415074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST181ydeoGI/AAAAAAAAANY/vTEbtjNOw78/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of us enjoying our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST181XwpEAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DAKGX9C3p0k/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277511594701033474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST181XwpEAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/DAKGX9C3p0k/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birthday boy in his turkey hat (Manda made it for him).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST180mrZEQI/AAAAAAAAANI/Nar2c0H7P14/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277511581525676290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST180mrZEQI/AAAAAAAAANI/Nar2c0H7P14/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at the sisters it is hard to believe that Manda was sick with the stomach flu about 6 hours later. Then her dad got it too before going to bed. Thankfully they were the last in our home to come down with it! Scott brags that he actually lost weight on Thanksgiving this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1804444084894893771-8620101917447702923?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8620101917447702923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=8620101917447702923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8620101917447702923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8620101917447702923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-and-birthday.html' title='Thanksgiving and a Birthday'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST184bUETwI/AAAAAAAAANo/2S0I-KLDiRc/s72-c/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-6319353233690244575</id><published>2008-12-08T12:39:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:48:57.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopped in Traffic for WAY TOO Long on an 8 Hour Drive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEWARE THIS MAY FRIGHTEN YOU!  IT FRIGHTENS ME THAT I WOULD EVEN POST SOMETHING SO... well... UGLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST15IaUDdmI/AAAAAAAAANA/-LsXQUenu1g/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277507523757438562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST15IaUDdmI/AAAAAAAAANA/-LsXQUenu1g/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+141.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Stress release at its ugliest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST15HbCtsJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ouoGMQjOiBc/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277507506773274770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST15HbCtsJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ouoGMQjOiBc/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nathan (my bro-in-law) trying to freak us out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST15HMAm67I/AAAAAAAAAMw/vyUQfhtRS4g/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277507502737910706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST15HMAm67I/AAAAAAAAAMw/vyUQfhtRS4g/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+137.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby sister, Kerstin.  Don't ask... must be a California thing;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All I can say is, on our way to the funeral, we were stopped for an hour and a half about 45 minutes north of Reno, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aghhhh&lt;/span&gt;!!! We were going stir crazy... Adults... No kids... Wait I guess we were the kids... After we started moving again we learned that a semi-truck had completely incinerated on the side of the freeway. It appeared from what we could tell that the driver had not been hurt... I hope that was really the case. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1804444084894893771-6319353233690244575?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6319353233690244575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=6319353233690244575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6319353233690244575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6319353233690244575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/stopped-in-traffic-for-way-too-long-on.html' title='Stopped in Traffic for WAY TOO Long on an 8 Hour Drive!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST15IaUDdmI/AAAAAAAAANA/-LsXQUenu1g/s72-c/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-5898369385797661302</id><published>2008-12-08T12:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:38:26.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzing Stars!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST13OFCnwOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7HmIJjXEHEQ/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277505422103134434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST13OFCnwOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7HmIJjXEHEQ/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST13OlF5_qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/i8ngpoHn03M/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277505430706847394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST13OlF5_qI/AAAAAAAAAMo/i8ngpoHn03M/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oldest two girls are involved in Bible Quizzing. They are such smart kids. They work hard, studying each week, memorizing verses and learning about the book of Exodus. Each girl was rewarded well for their efforts at the years first Quiz Meet in November. Hannah was on the 2nd place team, won a gold medal for missing only one question and had perfect memory for her verses! Manda was on the 1st place team, had a perfect score and also had perfect memory. I love watching them learn God's word in such a terrific way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-5898369385797661302?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5898369385797661302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=5898369385797661302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/5898369385797661302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/5898369385797661302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/quizzing-stars.html' title='Quizzing Stars!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST13OFCnwOI/AAAAAAAAAMg/7HmIJjXEHEQ/s72-c/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-4770518286182258902</id><published>2008-12-08T12:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:29:03.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Costume Fun! (a very belated post!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1zIzFnDyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ga1ovfgzr6Q/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277500933337976610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1zIzFnDyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ga1ovfgzr6Q/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did our Halloween and Harvest Party fun with the Potter kids and the cousins.  From left to right, Brendon, Katelyn, Paige "Nastia", Manda (biker girl), Hannah (50's lady), Jenna "Shawn Johnson" and in the front, Ethan "Elmo".  Don't they look GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1zIRquI5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lOkhpwnbCgk/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277500924366824338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1zIRquI5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lOkhpwnbCgk/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+081.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Scott I don't want a picture taken, I want my cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1zIFlueeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fJEhDbQ4oLI/s1600-h/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277500921124649442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1zIFlueeI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fJEhDbQ4oLI/s200/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 3 Ladies!  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1804444084894893771-4770518286182258902?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4770518286182258902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=4770518286182258902' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/4770518286182258902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/4770518286182258902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/12/costume-fun-very-belated-post.html' title='Costume Fun! (a very belated post!)'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/ST1zIzFnDyI/AAAAAAAAAMY/ga1ovfgzr6Q/s72-c/November+2008+(end+of+October+also)+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-2715980221815355539</id><published>2008-11-17T23:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T23:40:46.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just need more...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woke up to the buzz of your alarm clock, pushed snooze and had the distinct sense that today, more than most days, you would need to feel the closeness of your Savior.  I had such a day.  I woke this morning with just that feeling.  I laid in bed and talked with Jesus.  I praise God that the Holy Spirit had prompted me to take some extra moments with him.  The day seemed average enough.  Jenna who had gotten the stomach flu the day before awoke feeling well and she continued feel good for the rest of the day, thankfully.  Then the phone rang about 8:45 a.m.  I was late getting school started and was reluctant to answer, but it was my mom.  You always answer the phone when it is mom.  However, the voice I heard was hardly recognizable.  My mother was sobbing.  I managed to make out that it was her and that my grandmother, her mother, had died suddenly in the night.  Whew.  That was tough to hear.  We had thought Grandma was doing well.  Instead, she is now doing amazingly well, dancing with Jesus.  Her health had been challenging in the last several years due to aging.  No chronic illnesses, just aging.  She was on pain medication for leg pain, but that was all.  She was not very mobile and needed assistance to manage her walker.   During the last week of her life she was doing so well her pain medications had been reduced, she got a perm, went to church (which she had not attended in over a year) and had lunch with her sister-in-law.  Praise God.  I had seen her this summer and she told me then that it was our last visit.  My mom had seen her a month ago, Grandma told my dad that she knew it was her last visit with my mom.  God's timing is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge of the day was the waves of grief, holding your mother as she sobs, crying that she was not ready for her mother to die and realizing the raw emotions that death can bring.    I needed that extra time with Jesus.   He carried me today.  Thank you Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be leaving Thursday for the funeral with my sister and her husband.  Please pray for all that comes with my grandma's death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that my Grandma always prayed for me.  She always shared Jesus with me.  I knew that she loved Jesus.  Grandma was wonderful, loving and a blessing.  I now have no living grandparents.  She was always the closest to me.  I am sad for me, my sister and my mom.  I rejoice for Grandma to be free of the pains of this life and to now be in eternity.  God is good.  All the time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-2715980221815355539?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/2715980221815355539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=2715980221815355539' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/2715980221815355539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/2715980221815355539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-you-just-need-more.html' title='Sometimes you just need more...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-407983766236958372</id><published>2008-10-27T12:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T16:43:09.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Miss Wiggly Tooth Girl</title><content type='html'>It finally happened. Coming home on Friday evening, Jenna commented her tooth was bothering her. As all mothers do, I thought, "ughhh, please not a cavity!" She then felt around her tooth and announced with glee, "I have a loose tooth!". Well, I was skeptical, having heard this announcement many times before. So, I told her that she would have to wait till we were home and I would check. Of course, she was ready before I had even put my keys and purse away. She waited, mouth in checking position with her lower teeth jutted out. I touched and yes, actually wiggled her little loose tooth. Granted it is at least a month or two from coming out, but it did move, even wiggled. I told her this good news and watched her skip off (remember Jenna does not walk anywhere) and tell her sisters the GREAT news! They were excited and everyone had to have their turn watching and yes, even wiggling the tooth. After all, we have been waiting for this day to come as both her big sisters got wiggly teeth at four and lost teeth early in their fifth years. Jenna is getting close to six. The ladies set about getting ready for bed. Their dad was not home when they tucked in for the night. When he eventually came home about forty-five minutes later, out pops Jenna from her room to show her Dad what great thing has happened. She was proud as ever when he confirmed the diagnosis. She ran (not walked) back to bed. Then a few minutes later she found an excuse to get up from her bed (you know that ritual "drink of water"). As she strutted (can't just walk) through the family room, she commented, "Dad, you know, it's okay if you call me "Little Miss Wiggly Tooth Girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do you think she might be excited? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261915662483819794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SQYUaoxpjRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5PyHdW4E92w/s200/August-September+2008+355.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Photo compliments of big sis, Manda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-407983766236958372?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/407983766236958372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=407983766236958372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/407983766236958372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/407983766236958372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-miss-wiggly-tooth-girl.html' title='Little Miss Wiggly Tooth Girl'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SQYUaoxpjRI/AAAAAAAAAMA/5PyHdW4E92w/s72-c/August-September+2008+355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-273800451108777183</id><published>2008-10-23T11:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T20:39:40.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is new for me...</title><content type='html'>Ok. Well, in a nutshell I am stepping out in a new way, attempting a form of accountability as well as documenting the struggle I have had in my health. I know I am not alone in this. I have struggled throughout my life with the agony of weight. I have been overweight, obese, and morbidly obese. I have gone through phases of being obese, losing it, gaining it back more than double, losing most of it and then beginning the gradual climb back to what I consider to be "Never Again Land". I know this is a journey for me, not a "whew, I made it" deal. I have found this to be as much a behavioral issue as a spiritual one. I don't want to hide the realness of "it" for me. I believe whether our struggle is food, money, gossip, lust or whatever ill it may be, we can share our journey, encourage one another, gain accountability and change. That is what I intend to do. I am starting an invite only blog. I want to invite those who have shared this struggle or any other habit, hang-up or hurt that has led them to a path of destruction, whether large or small.  If you want to be a reader, commenter, or follower of this new blog, please let me know and I will extend you an invitation. Even if I have no one join me, I will be doing this to document for myself the process and progression of deepen my relationship with Jesus and understanding how to have victory over destructive habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell me in your comments or email me that you would like to join.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-273800451108777183?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/273800451108777183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=273800451108777183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/273800451108777183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/273800451108777183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-new-for-me.html' title='This is new for me...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-7829312964151748498</id><published>2008-10-16T21:48:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:48:05.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Collections</title><content type='html'>Collections. I really don't have a collection (unless you count dust bunnies and cobwebs that miss my eyes). Oh, I also, occasionally and unwillingly, collect dirty laundry. Sometimes too, I collect piles of folded clean clothes that need to be put away (albeit that rarely lasts for more than a day). Then there is also the collections of piles and piles of papers that seem to accumulate on my desk throughout the week. Papers from the kids school lessons, papers from work, papers for the home, etc.&lt;br /&gt;But the collection I was beginning to write about were the collections of items left behind in the home by the rest of the family. Let's start with cups. Cups. and more cups. On nightstands. On end tables. On the desk. On the kitchen table. Sometimes on the counter. Nearly all contained water at one time or another. Now, they stand, posed and empty. They are collected by me or Scott and carried to the sink. Loaded in the dishwasher. Put away. Only to return to there poses a day or two later. Can I tell you a SHOCKER related to cups? Unbeknown to Scott and I, Amanda had successfully collected 17, yes SEVENTEEN, cups in her room! 17! How in the world!!! I had been throwing away some of our plastic "kid" cups and had thought that was why we didn't seem to have any left. Um. No. They were in her room! Unbelievable!&lt;br /&gt;I also seem to collect with frequency hair barrettes, pony tail holders and clips for the girls hair. If I sweep, there are some on the floor. If I vacuum, there they are again. What is funny is that the girls don't wear them much. So how do they make their way to the floor? That is easy. Barbies. Barbie is always in need of a new do that gets left behind more often than not. So when I am done sweeping and vacuuming, I have a pocketful of hair do dads that need to find their way back to their home in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I also collect pennies. How do pennies make their way consistently to the bottom of the washing machine? Is it me? or Scott? or the kids? I have yet to figure this one out but none the less, there they are in the washer.&lt;br /&gt;So, what collections do you have? Am I alone in this world with my collections?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-7829312964151748498?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7829312964151748498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=7829312964151748498' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/7829312964151748498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/7829312964151748498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/collections.html' title='Collections'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-8959224007772026640</id><published>2008-10-14T22:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:00:07.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SPV2irO6KEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Izb1h2CB9LM/s1600-h/October+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238478117808194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SPV2irO6KEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Izb1h2CB9LM/s200/October+2008+017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Winter temperatures came the day we planned to be outside. We headed to the pumpkin patch wearing our winter coats and gloves.  We met our home school group there (yes, we weren't the only crazy souls there). It was cold. Really cold. But we still had fun.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257240168850217954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SPV4FFs7W-I/AAAAAAAAALI/NULGC_vgTG8/s200/October+2008+010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238483939456434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SPV2jA65dbI/AAAAAAAAAK4/U9IlsBTNXRw/s200/October+2008+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257238490263579842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SPV2jYer7MI/AAAAAAAAALA/n22w9SzH1GM/s200/October+2008+016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-8959224007772026640?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8959224007772026640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=8959224007772026640' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8959224007772026640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8959224007772026640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/frozen-fun.html' title='Frozen Fun'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SPV2irO6KEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Izb1h2CB9LM/s72-c/October+2008+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-5083565969302925829</id><published>2008-10-03T07:27:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:02:18.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hannah is now 8. Wow. The days go fast. I love that child. A lot. She is sensitive, caring, kind, quiet, introverted, strong willed, hard working and a complete joy. My little Miss Boo is not so little anymore. Hannah loves books. A lot. She is an avid reader. She enjoys imaginative play. I will often see her in her own world, taking on a character (like a mom or princess) and playing it without any reservation, completely absorbed. She is completely what she is imagining. Now, often this is something her older sister finds quite embarrassing. "Mom, make her stop." she will say as Hannah plays the "Mom Game" as they call it in the store. We have had to set up guide lines as to when this sort of play is appropriate. I look at her though, and hope that her free spirit, not controlled by the opinions of others will continue throughout her life. She is her own person. From her style of dress to the way she faces situations with either determination or tears. I love Hannah. I pray for her heart to be always connected to Jesus. She loves him already. I pray it is always that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have paid tribute to my precious child, I want to talk birthdays. Now Hannah had for herself this year several celebrations of her birthday. Let's chronicle her birthday. It all began 12 months ago. The day after her last birthday. She began earnest discussion about what her next birthday would be. How she would party. Who she would invite. Where the festivities would be. And so on. Then the year continued on with ongoing reminders to me that her birthday was coming. That she wanted a party. That she wanted so and so to come. Etc. Well, as a mom, I don't know about you but I listen enough to take note of her interests so I can understand what she really enjoys, but I pretty much tune out the rest. I mean at this point the party would be about 10 months away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the summer comes. I begin thinking about the party situation a little bit more as the time is getting closer. Then comes the real decision time. Do we or don't we party. Well, in our home we have started having friend parties about every other year. Other than that we have a family get together every year for each child (and adult for that matter). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, here is what I am wondering about. Yes, I decide on a party for her. Then we have Grandma and Grandpa who want to take her out to eat with the immediate family (presents, singing, like a party). Then Scott and I plan a special immediate family pancake breakfast party for Hannah on her birthday morning. Then we have our family get together at our house with all our extended family present (with presents of course) on the weekend after her birthday. And lastly we have the kid party (this was a couple weeks after her birthday as we did a combo party with her friend who also turned 8 in September). Whew. Her birthday is in the mid part of the month. It seemed her birthday lived for a long time as we got through all these parties. Now, can I ask? How many parties does a child need? What am I creating here by having so much attention given to a child for a birthday? Now, don't get me wrong. I love honoring her. Birthdays are about my favorite. I just wonder, is it too much? What do you think? I would love a conversation about birthdays. How much is too much? Can a child survive without so much? What do you think? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you consider your opinions and comments about this, please enjoy a pictorial chronicle of Hannah's birthday celebrations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996522911920322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SOZkgYqG8MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0NWJCwrsJ9U/s200/August-September+2008+262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000222443468498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SOZn3ufKdtI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3vqugMVB24k/s200/August-September+2008+276.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Dinner at TGIF with Grandma and Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996533438660530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SOZkg_34P7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/GF-E09Sgxxw/s200/August-September+2008+310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996534235293842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SOZkhC1z6JI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PDZG43tvLzE/s200/August-September+2008+311.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The family party. Hannah received a new Webkinz dolphin. Ethan (my wonderful nephew) loves Hannah's new boots.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252996539069298978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SOZkhU2U-SI/AAAAAAAAAKI/7NS_P5d7aF8/s200/August-September+2008+279.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Our family pancake breakfast party. Daddy took the early part of his work day off to be home with his birthday girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254519706572517794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SOvN1V-LcaI/AAAAAAAAAKg/CgNMCJQ56-k/s200/!cid_003d01c925db%24f37052a0%24B058B53D%40Heritage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254507128350157378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SOvCZMcRqkI/AAAAAAAAAKY/k8nigGpoGag/s200/August-September+2008+399.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Tea party fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-5083565969302925829?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5083565969302925829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=5083565969302925829' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/5083565969302925829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/5083565969302925829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-talk-birthdays.html' title='Let&apos;s talk birthdays'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SOZkgYqG8MI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0NWJCwrsJ9U/s72-c/August-September+2008+262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-6645364010369022425</id><published>2008-10-01T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:44:39.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally heard!</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally heard after harassing the medical professionals.  I was told that the last radiologist had delayed in faxing a report to my surgeon's office.  WHATEVER!!! (oops, did I say that out loud?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is what the news is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MRI, mammogram, ultrasound has shown I have "3 lesions" that are a "category 3".  Yeah, I don't know exactly what that means either.  However, all the radiologists (three of them) who have reviewed the exams believe these are benign.  I am glad about that, for sure!  So, I will have another physical exam at the end of October to check for any changes.  I will repeat my radiological tests in February to see if there are any changes.  Whew, I am glad to have heard something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for praying for me.  It has been a blessing.  I am nothing without Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-6645364010369022425?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6645364010369022425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=6645364010369022425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6645364010369022425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6645364010369022425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-finally-heard.html' title='I finally heard!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-8115757509816078812</id><published>2008-09-22T21:26:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T23:15:14.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Glow in the dark, large animals, funny glasses and the family was together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; On Labor Day we wanted to have some fun together. We decided to do something we had not either done in a while or had never done together. I suggested bowling. That would be fun. The kids thought it was good. I suggested Boondocks, we hadn't been in a while. Then I remembered another miniature golf place. This one was different. I had toured it a few months back and thought it was pretty neat. A little pricey, but was novel in its effects. So after some convincing the family decided it was a go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We headed to a neighboring town, had some pizza at our favorite pizza joint (Pizza Hut). Then headed to "Shankz". This place is, well, let me explain. You walk in and are lit up by the black lights. You pay your fee and get your club, ball, optional 3-D glasses (yes, I said 3-D), score card and token pencil, and a tour from the high schooler running the counter. As you enter the course you are greeted by fabulous murals on the walls, life size animal statues and 3-D everywhere, even the carpet! The walls come alive. The course is fun. We had no hole in ones, but came close several times. The kids were entertained beyond the game with the art that created such a fun environment. There were other families there but the place did not feel crowded or rushed. We had a great time. Jenna worked hard and definitely improved her game. Amanda and Hannah showed they can do nearly as well as their mom (ok, that is not saying much!). As usual, Dad came in first, me second, and this kids placed in age order. Yes, we keep score. What is the point in playing if you can't try to get the bragging rights, come on! One of these days, the kids will beat us, until then, we love to win!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249078322622490834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SNh47HId6NI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xKRvkLmnabw/s200/August-September+2008+242.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Manda is nearly glowing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249080140541490402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SNh6k7aIdOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/l2rWug3eGAE/s200/August-September+2008+246.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The flash on the camera shows up the details of the murals and statues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249078311158929490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SNh46cbV2FI/AAAAAAAAAI4/wQrnPoCKnOU/s200/August-September+2008+228.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249078314694849746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SNh46pmXtNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/j9SRpCNFFQY/s200/August-September+2008+240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom, can we get a new pet? He's house trained. Whatever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249078304821708738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SNh46E0bh8I/AAAAAAAAAIw/fPJsJssVdy0/s200/August-September+2008+250.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jenna made several attempts on this hole. Dad had to help get it up the hill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal was accomplished this day. We were together. We laughed, a lot. We played, a lot. We talked, a lot. I love my family. They are precious. I am blessed to share my life with an amazing set of people. A husband that is, well, amazing and children that I love to be with a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-8115757509816078812?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8115757509816078812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=8115757509816078812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8115757509816078812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8115757509816078812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/glow-in-dark-large-animals-funny.html' title='Glow in the dark, large animals, funny glasses and the family was together...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SNh47HId6NI/AAAAAAAAAJI/xKRvkLmnabw/s72-c/August-September+2008+242.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-1035273136897303813</id><published>2008-09-22T16:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:21:09.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of patience</title><content type='html'>That is my life.  The definition of patience.  Waiting for something.  Hate it.  Want it now.  Not here yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am specifically talking about are the results. I was told 48 hours.  Now I am on to about 264 hours.  Try that on for size.  I am thinking about it as a jury in deliberations.  The longer you wait, the more chance of a verdict in your favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know that the MRI results are currently being reviewed by the head radiologists at my local hospital.  Another radiologist has already looked at them.  What I figure is that they are not finding anything specific on it but because everyone is fearful of a malpractice lawsuit they want to make sure there is truly NOTHING to be concerned about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... I practice the definition of patience.  I am waiting.  I must tell you though, I am not experiencing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;duress&lt;/span&gt; as I wait.  I hope nothing is wrong.  I am not borrowing a day of worry over it though.  Until I am told otherwise, I am going each day on the path I am already on.  God is good.  All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for caring and wondering.  Sorry for the long pause in posts.  The last week has been an extremely busy blur.  I will post about that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-1035273136897303813?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1035273136897303813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=1035273136897303813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1035273136897303813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1035273136897303813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/definition-of-patience.html' title='Definition of patience'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-4145582034815758753</id><published>2008-09-10T14:11:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:29:23.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What every woman needs...</title><content type='html'>Every woman needs to have some alone time.&lt;br /&gt;Every woman needs to have some relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;Every woman needs to have nothing to do but rest (once in a while, that is).&lt;br /&gt;Every woman needs a time or two when they are well cared for by others.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, I had all of that today. You may be surprised to know that all of this happened for me in a tube. Yes, a tube. I had an MRI today of my breasts to look closely at what is happening. I had taken a sedative. I was quite relaxed. My husband graciously cancelled a meeting to drive me there. I was prepared for the MRI by a great team of technicians. The IV for the contrast dye was nearly painless. They took the time to insure I was most comfortable, lying on my tummy with my "girls" (I am not talking about my children!) hanging down with the help of gravity for the imaging process. Sorry for the visual! My head rested on a great pillow. I even smudged my lip gloss on it and I didn't have to clean it up, someone else gets to. I was told to relax and not to move. Well, that was not too hard. I was very, very relaxed. It was a bit noisy, but that was reduced with the help of ear plugs. All I had to do was rest. Ahh, nice rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I got to do what I rarely get to do, relax without feeling a need to do something else. It was actually kinda nice. Oh, and when it was done, I came home and my parents who watched the kids took us to Wendy's for lunch (they were concerned about me on the sedative with the kids). After we where done with lunch my dad announced I was 99% myself and they even let me drive home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results will be a few days away. I will keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-4145582034815758753?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4145582034815758753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=4145582034815758753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/4145582034815758753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/4145582034815758753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-every-woman-needs.html' title='What every woman needs...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-4821945279213298927</id><published>2008-09-06T08:35:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T11:06:33.874-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days, School Day, Good Old Fashioned School Days</title><content type='html'>Remember that poem?   Well, we are in the midst of those days.  Reading and writing and arithmetic (and history, art, Latin, and Bible). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the daughter of a 34 year teaching veteran, I know how a teacher loves to tell you about her class.  Let me tell you about mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student A&lt;/strong&gt;:  She is the most experienced student in the class.  Student A is smart, real smart.  She can work well independently in most subject areas.  Once in a while, however she finds herself  at an impasse. During this time, she will sit. and stare. as though she has beams in her eyes that will somehow over power the problem before here and cause the work to finish itself for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student H&lt;/strong&gt;:  This child has been above grade level since the start of school.  As many experienced teachers will tell you, many of the above grade starters often level off at about second grade.  I still would not say that is true of this student.  She has slowed down her speed of learning in math but continues to push ahead in reading and writing.  She would tell you though that  she "hates writing things!".  Since she watches Student A, Student H desires a lot of independence in her learning.  This can be a challenge for the teacher at times to make sure she has mastered a subject area.  But I welcome her independence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student J&lt;/strong&gt;:  This is her first formal year at school.  She has schooled since infancy at one time or another by the default of proximity.  Now, she is at the desk learning officially.   Her enthusiasm is great.  It lasts the perfect amount of time to complete her subjects.  Then recess can't get here soon enough.  She is learning to read and doing quite well.  Her penmanship is perfectly kindergarten.  Student J has great reading comprehension.  What a  joy it is to teach this age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student E&lt;/strong&gt;:  He is the least experienced student of all.  He is only in class two days per week.  This young student does not have a desk.  I think he is jealous.  He goes to the other students' desks and attempts to claim their property as his own.  Fortunately for him, the other students find him quite handsome (they are always calling him cute) and seem to understand his limitations (age) and don't bat an eye at taking something away or moving it out of his reach.  Student E usually ends up on the floor playing with manipulatives (toys).  He loves recess time the best.  That is when the other students join him in his class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my class.  They are the best class ever!  I love each of the children and count it a privilege to be their teacher &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mother (except Student E, I am his auntie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-4821945279213298927?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4821945279213298927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=4821945279213298927' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/4821945279213298927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/4821945279213298927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/school-days-school-day-good-old.html' title='School Days, School Day, Good Old Fashioned School Days'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-8015428994866806315</id><published>2008-09-02T20:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:57:46.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Confused????</title><content type='html'>Well, today was the day. The day of the biopsy. I prepped (no food/water, shaved legs, painted toe nails "I'm so vain", wore no makeup, purchased jell-o and broth for clear liquids as instructed for after the operation, etc.). Oh, I left out the continual repetition of thoughts regarding the procedure, the wait, the pain, the wondering about what the results may be, whether good or bad. So after the wait and the process of it all I got to the hospital this morning ready for what lay ahead, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse began to prep me for the localization and gave me my IV. After that we waited. And waited. And waited. Then an hour after the procedures were to have begun a doctor (radiologist) came to visit me. This is where I got confused. Real confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He began to tell me that he did not agree with the first radiologists approach for localization and biopsy. He suggested the biopsy be a needle biopsy of the cyst. What cyst I ask? I had not been told about a cyst. Only that I have dense tissue that needed to be biopsied to figure out why I have the symptoms I do. Then he suggested I could, instead of doing the needle biopsy, do an MRI. What??? He kept discussing my symptoms, telling me this and that and I was confused, my husband was getting frustrated. I didn't know what to do, so I talked to the surgeon. Remind me never to do that. That only got it more confusing. Surgeon's talk a strange type of English. So, we left the hospital, frustrated and mad (Scott) and completely confused and frustrated (me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I determined to be my own advocate. I called my personal doctor. She has always communicated well with me and talks using the same English I do. So we talked today and she is on the hunt to determine what is really happening with whole mess. So, now, I wait. Still confused. But somewhat hopeful that I may learn, at some point, what is happening here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for praying with me. God hears our prayers. I was spared today from a possibly unnecessary operation. I am relieved. However, I would like prayer for resolution of this matter and for the doctors as they decide what to do next. I do trust that God can remove all symptoms through his amazing intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you pray please also pray for a wonderful friend who reads my blog and was being proactive in her breast health, doing a self check. She found a lump. She went to the doctor and has a biopsy scheduled. Remember ladies, check yours. It should not be ignored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-8015428994866806315?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8015428994866806315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=8015428994866806315' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8015428994866806315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8015428994866806315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-confused.html' title='So Confused????'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-5744708946608172503</id><published>2008-08-28T15:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:19:43.605-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Step by step</title><content type='html'>*I am writing this post to encourage you to be vigilant with your breast health. I also write it because I believe in prayer. I am asking you to join me in prayer regarding my "steps".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Notice something strange. Is that normal? Really, that can't be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Get on the Internet, check &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/"&gt;http://www.webmd.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Nope, not really normal.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Think about it every time you change, shower, etc. Think that you are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Show husband, "What do you think?" His response, "Better ask the doctor."&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Check &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/"&gt;http://www.webmd.com/&lt;/a&gt; again, yep, it said it was not normal. Ughhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Finally call doctor's nurse. Yep, doctor will need to examine it. Set appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Step 7: Wait a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Step 8: Go to doctor. Get exam. Yep, doctor doesn't like it. Set up three tests.&lt;br /&gt;Step 9: Go to mammogram and get breasts squished and squashed. Radiologists reviews, wants more pictures. More squishing and squashing.&lt;br /&gt;Step 10: Go to ultra sound. Find that your neighbor (female) is your ultra sound technician, too weird but okay.&lt;br /&gt;Step 11: Told they aren't finding anything specific to explain my breast situation.&lt;br /&gt;Step 12: Next day, meet with a surgeon. Review findings: tissues to dense to tell what is happening, need to remove tissue to get a closer look. That means biopsy.&lt;br /&gt;Step 13: Schedule surgery (9/2/08).&lt;br /&gt;Step 14: Pre-op appointment.&lt;br /&gt;Step 15: Hear in detail about surgery. Ugh. Not excited at all! I can expect pain. They will insert wire with guidance of another mammogram and the radiologist, then I will go to surgery where the wire will mark the spot for the surgeon to remove.&lt;br /&gt;Step 16: Set up child care, tell family/friends.&lt;br /&gt;Step 17: Wait. Pray. Go on with the day to days. Biopsy results will be in about 5 days after surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate your prayers. I dread the pain (after all I am a wimp). I really want to know what is going on and feel this is not an area of health to put of till later. Ladies, remember to pay attention to your breasts and any changes, no matter your age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let you know how it turns out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-5744708946608172503?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/5744708946608172503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=5744708946608172503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/5744708946608172503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/5744708946608172503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/step-by-step.html' title='Step by step'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-9036171492372032898</id><published>2008-08-25T19:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:19:47.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say the Funniest Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SLNlyUaATQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XkMI7nDYS1o/s1600-h/Picture+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238642706707664130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SLNlyUaATQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XkMI7nDYS1o/s200/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Manda, age 10 (with her sisters yakking in her ears)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Manda: "Mom, why do teenagers have cell phones?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mom: "Because they are apart from their parents a lot. Also, they like to talk with friends."&lt;/p&gt;Manda: "When I am a teenager, I won't have a phone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Well, we may want you to have one. It depends on the situation and the budget."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda: "When I am a teenager, I won't talk with friends, only you and Dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "You will probably want to talk with friends, honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda (after a moment): "I will ask you first before I call a friend. Isn't that a good idea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom (chuckling, wanting to record this for the years to come): "Sure, hon, that would be a good idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238642700510250722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SLNlx9UbRuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/BxxPDwRbWfM/s200/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Jenna, age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Next conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: "I want five kids."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manda: "Not me I want only two, boy and girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah: "I will have three, okay mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Sounds good to me. Then I will have 10 grandkids! I like this plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: "I will name my first kid Zachmess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Zach what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna (with emphasis on the last syllable): "Zach-MESS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh, that is a new name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: "That is so that when he is bad and makes a mess I can call him "ZACHMESS!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Hahahahahahahaha!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna (energized by my laughter): "The next one is a girl. Her name will be "Kayla Messy Girl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh, so why that name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: "In case she is bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Do you know the other names?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: "Ummm, the next one is a boy, "Tom-mess".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Hahahaha! You are silly, Jenn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenna: "The last one will be Bessy. You know, remember my lost book? Then I can call her "Messy Bessy" when she is bad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Hahahahahahaha! You are a silly kid Jenn, I love you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-9036171492372032898?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9036171492372032898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=9036171492372032898' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/9036171492372032898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/9036171492372032898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/kids-say-funniest-things.html' title='Kids Say the Funniest Things...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SLNlyUaATQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/XkMI7nDYS1o/s72-c/Picture+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-711827080708909592</id><published>2008-08-21T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:02:37.295-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponderings...</title><content type='html'>Really, I have not fallen off the face of the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hooked on the Olympics, like the rest of America.  (Can a nation fall due to a lack of sleep?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am preparing for school starting on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be a good teacher this year.  (All 3 are in school now.  I will not answer the phone much and I will be saying "no" to things a lot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more thankful than I can express that the charter school we are hoping to send our children to has had its charter approved (today!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my honey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad all the slots filled for nursery this Sunday (for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for a secret sis who spoils me. (Whoever you are, you are good!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for people who give generously to God's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NNU&lt;/span&gt; retreat  went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that my doctor's appointment today was at 1:45 p.m and I was out by 2:10 p.m. (granted I have two more appointments next week!  Maybe those can be as quick!  Oh wait, that was a once in a lifetime thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that Amy watched my kiddos all day while I was at a meeting and doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am grateful for friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am  tired and thankful for my comfy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love crushed ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad our old van we were trying to sell was vandalized.  (Three of the side windows were busted completely out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad I can blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching a fun movie with my kids and eating a bowl of ice cream with them.  (We watched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nim's&lt;/span&gt; Island tonight.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the kids want me to tuck them in and pray with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the cooler weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; is working again (it took a couple day break for whatever reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you read my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ponderings&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you read this, please say a prayer for me today.  I have a need/request and would appreciate your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-711827080708909592?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/711827080708909592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=711827080708909592' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/711827080708909592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/711827080708909592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/ponderings.html' title='Ponderings...'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-617730945820658425</id><published>2008-08-04T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:51:29.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>What I have been without this last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without:&lt;br /&gt;3 extra bodies to clean up after&lt;br /&gt;About 100 decibels of noise&lt;br /&gt;4 or 5 blow ups between siblings&lt;br /&gt;About 21 meals to have prepared&lt;br /&gt;5 additional loads of laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has returned home:&lt;br /&gt;3 additional bodies to hug and kiss&lt;br /&gt;100 decibels of noise filled with laughter, play and conversation&lt;br /&gt;0 sibling blow up (at least for this morning)&lt;br /&gt;The return of real meals to prepare&lt;br /&gt;0 loads of laundry (yes, I did say zero, they came home with suit cases of clean clothes.  Thank you, Scott!!!  Now you know one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reasons&lt;/span&gt; why I call him Mr. Wonderful)&lt;br /&gt;And a daughter that just came to me and said "I am glad I am home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting week without Scott, Amanda and Hannah.  They were in Colorado visiting my in laws.  I was home alone with only my youngest daughter, Jenna.  We had fun.  We swam a couple times, saw two movies (Wall-E and American Girl), played horses, lite-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;brite&lt;/span&gt;, read books, had pillow fights and she slept in my bed all week.  I loved the precious time with just Jenna.  She being the youngest hasn't had mommy to herself.  It was wonderful and a gift I will treasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my big girls and husband are home.  Having the family altogether is beyond wonderful.  The noise, commotion, hustle and bustle, and all that is normal is back home.  PRICELESS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-617730945820658425?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/617730945820658425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=617730945820658425' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/617730945820658425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/617730945820658425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/08/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-9166402574457156527</id><published>2008-07-31T23:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:04:00.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Favorite Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I got it today.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of my most favorite things in life.&lt;br /&gt;I use it everyday, I mean, EVERY day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seems to be only thing that keeps my head attached.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, I leave it on the shelf, glad to leave it at home for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I schedule or attend meetings to discuss it.&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile, it makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Then other times, I look at it and grin from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;What item in a persons life can bring such a range of emotion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new calendar!&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, I got a new calendar in July, I carry a school year one as that is the year I really operate on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about my new little friend. She is blue pleather. She fits nicely in my purse. She is a monthly and daily calendar, with tabs and a pen holder. It has a closure strap. And best of all, I actually found it at Wal-Mart for only $8! I am so happy! If you ever want to meet my new gal pal, she will be in my purse, waiting for the next entry. I would recommend her to anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Happy Scheduling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-9166402574457156527?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9166402574457156527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=9166402574457156527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/9166402574457156527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/9166402574457156527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-favorite-thing.html' title='A New Favorite Thing'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-8863884118020325065</id><published>2008-07-30T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T22:56:30.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>A. Attached or single? Happily attached&lt;br /&gt;B. Best friend? Scott, my husband and my great sis in laws&lt;br /&gt;C. Cake or pie? For being a cake decorator, I don’t really like cake. As for pies, I like some (ice cream ones), my favorite though is my warm apple crisp, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yummm&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;D. Day of choice? Nothing particular, just the day of the week when I can be with my husband.&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential items? Bible, computer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bigelow&lt;/span&gt; lip gloss and gum&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite color(s)? Royal purple&lt;br /&gt;G. Gummy bears or worms? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ughh&lt;/span&gt;, neither, they are gross.&lt;br /&gt;H. Hometown? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nampa&lt;/span&gt;, Idaho&lt;br /&gt;I. Favorite indulgence? Onion rings (I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; wanted them lately), ice cream with hot fudge and nuts, and dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July? That is tough. Love the July time with the family. January is nice with the snow but cold!&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids? 3 darling daughters&lt;br /&gt;L. Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t complete without? Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;M. Marriage date? June 6, 1992&lt;br /&gt;N. Number of brothers or sisters? 1 wonderful sister! She is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;O. Oranges or apples? Oranges are about the best food God made (next to peanut butter)&lt;br /&gt;P. Phobias? Heights! My palms sweat and heart races even watching someone doing something that involves heights.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quotes? "God is good. All the time." "It is all about Jesus." “The cake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t done until the kitchen is clean.”&lt;br /&gt;R. Reasons to smile? Jesus, marriage, children, my great job!&lt;br /&gt;S. Season of choice? Fall – the crispness in the air and the change in the light of the sun. Spring – the tulips!, the newness of everything.&lt;br /&gt;T. Tag 5 people: The first 5 to read this…. that means you!!!&lt;br /&gt;U. Unknown fact about me. I love Neil Diamond concerts. – I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been to three as an adult and saw him once as a child.&lt;br /&gt;V. Vacation of choice? Our someday (hopefully in the reasonably near future) “WE’RE DEBT FREE” vacation to Disneyland/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Disneyworld&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;W. Worst habit? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Procrastinating&lt;/span&gt; and complaining&lt;br /&gt;X. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Xray&lt;/span&gt; or ultrasound? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ughh&lt;/span&gt;, both mean the doctor suspects something is wrong. I will pick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xray&lt;/span&gt;, because that will probably be easier to treat?????&lt;br /&gt;Y. Your favorite food? Peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;Z. Zodiac sign? Sagittarius but who really cares!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-8863884118020325065?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/8863884118020325065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=8863884118020325065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8863884118020325065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/8863884118020325065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-3351515857239904941</id><published>2008-07-28T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T16:25:32.708-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Photo Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As summer is winding down, (yes I know it is only the end of July but school is beginning in a couple of weeks for us) I am tempted to think we did not do anything much but be "busy". I looked back at photos and noticed that we had lots of fun in the midst of our "busy" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228313288449595922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6zPCx-GhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6p9ExhVtRog/s200/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Get-away to a friend's cabin with some lady friends. This is me and &lt;a href="http://aspianoplayer.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt; (my sis-in-law). &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303880429203042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6qrbLHbmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/PNopd-gjjZI/s200/Picture+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228303884778290642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6qrrYBPdI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ZAwL2u-1UWg/s200/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our day at the zoo. These are the monkeys that weren't in their cages! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228422419415201858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI8WfTTueEI/AAAAAAAAAHI/nCTACn2v6AI/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter Amanda was baptized. (This is a copy of her testimony, the pictures include other people's children and I don't want to post without permission.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228311701699958674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6xyrrYF5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/3BTKsVaAKKk/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Genesis Camp with Hannah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228311705541706498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6xy5_UgwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/aKBxQw9H8vM/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; -Power Lab&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228311707246194370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6xzAVs7sI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NMLIK_Iwqro/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Four generations together. I spent time with my grandma who visited in July. Her visit previous to this was in 2001.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228311719876654386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6xzvZCdTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5zY9QwkkjZ0/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Watch out, Scott enjoys this too much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228315373637468594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI61IatgAbI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gLBiY8NJfTI/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;However, Jenna really wishes this could stop. The Fourth of July- family fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228311726498548098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6x0ID0iYI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LmrORoDmad4/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kid's Camp with Amanda (is that an eye roll? or is she just tired?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PICTURE IN CAMERA, CAMERA IN COLORADO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The County Fair - we won ribbons! Amanda received 3rd for a watercolor and 1st for a photo. I received 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; for a photo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Things that didn't get pictures taken:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swimming with the whole family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bike rides with dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Planting and raising our salsa garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Softball games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aunt Becky's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other family get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;togethers&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Summer is not over and I know we have many more great things planned for great times together.   I am amazed as I look back and notice how many opportunities we were involved in to share Jesus or grow in our faith.  I praise God for these opportunities. I desire that everything our family does would somehow have an eternal purpose in directing us and/or others to the cross of Jesus.  This can happen even in the mundane or the routine and even at a family BBQ.  God is what this life is all about.   It is a gift.  May I not fall into the trap that this life is about me.  May I live a life that pleases my Creator and points others to the cross where Jesus died for our salvation.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-3351515857239904941?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3351515857239904941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=3351515857239904941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3351515857239904941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3351515857239904941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-photo-diary.html' title='Summer Photo Diary'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SI6zPCx-GhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6p9ExhVtRog/s72-c/Picture+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-211484668854784507</id><published>2008-07-23T11:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T12:53:52.078-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged, ughh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This new form of cruel and unusual punishment was unleashed on me by &lt;a href="http://wife2jason.wordpress.com/"&gt;Jackie&lt;/a&gt;. She tagged me (and all Bethel Babe Bloggers). I could refuse to participate, but then the Bethel Babes may ask, "What does she have to hide?" So to prove that I can wear my mess as well as the next one, I joined in. Will you?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"This is a photo tag. You have to take photos of these 10 photos as they are right now. (not cleaned, scrubbed Do not PIMP your house!)" - direct quote from Jackie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;The kitchen sink&lt;/strong&gt; - hmmm, I rinsed them but the dishwasher was full (hate it when I forget to run it at night.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226274710551509410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId1KMUHuaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/b39UKX1TEhY/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt; 2. &lt;strong&gt;The fridge&lt;/strong&gt; - I am sure something is growing somewhere in there. I was at camp last week and have not cleaned it out since getting back. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226274719797570002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId1KuwjadI/AAAAAAAAADY/J7HiwGlYEys/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Laundry Room&lt;/strong&gt; - (not a room - just a closet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226283185386141154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId83fiJteI/AAAAAAAAAEg/K0wlPn634xc/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+285.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Kids&lt;/strong&gt; - Barbies are the game of the week for these ladies. My oldest child was where I couldn't take a picture - getting dressed, you'll see her in a bit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226277739506146882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId36gDLnkI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1IJ2pPmqYxg/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+197.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite room&lt;/strong&gt; - Oh, there's the other kid. She followed me through all the rest of the pictures, wondering what on earth I was doing. I love the living room. We visit there, we relax (occassionally), we play games there and generally hang out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226277727846031058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId350nMXtI/AAAAAAAAAD4/DSbKFMvcGwQ/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Favorite Shoes&lt;/strong&gt; - They just spent a week with me at camp and need a bath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226274728888895314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId1LQoGB1I/AAAAAAAAADg/BgsDo7eEX44/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+233.jpg" width="141" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Closet&lt;/strong&gt; - Small, very small and a tight squeeze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226277733027359954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId36H6hLNI/AAAAAAAAAEA/ocjEZsWa0fA/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Dream Vacation&lt;/strong&gt; - Not the ultimate, but I really want to go there soon for a Scott and me vacation.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226274740569354594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId1L8I7sWI/AAAAAAAAADo/LhASjmzlc6w/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+202.jpg" width="84" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Self portrait&lt;/strong&gt; - I am not an artist so I opted to let the camera do the work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226277754049304162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId37WOilmI/AAAAAAAAAEY/OlSGDGRWI7M/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;The toilet&lt;/strong&gt; - Need I say more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226274746568695970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId1MSfSYKI/AAAAAAAAADw/PswdvKYX-dc/s200/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+209.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I challenge you to join in the, uhh, fun? No, torture. Well, it's not that bad. It just feels so personal, maybe invasive. Well, you let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-211484668854784507?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/211484668854784507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=211484668854784507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/211484668854784507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/211484668854784507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/tagged-ughh.html' title='Tagged, ughh'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SId1KMUHuaI/AAAAAAAAADQ/b39UKX1TEhY/s72-c/Camps,+VBS,+July+4th+193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-7942438766820166293</id><published>2008-07-20T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T16:34:25.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Velcro?</title><content type='html'>I was gone for the week.  I was at &lt;a href="http://tpines.org/"&gt;camp&lt;/a&gt; with my oldest daughter.  I was a counselor.  I left my two youngest at home with dad.   Actually, I mostly left them with my &lt;a href="http://aspianoplayer.blogspot.com/"&gt;sister in law, Amy &lt;/a&gt;(wonderful woman).  She took charge of the kids most days and evenings as Scott worked.   Amy planned a week full of great activities calling it "Camp Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;M'amy&lt;/span&gt;".  The kids did crafts, went on field trips (water park/picnic, &lt;a href="http://snakeriverstampede.com/"&gt;rodeo&lt;/a&gt;, softball game, and more), and played lots!  The kids had a great time.  I spent the week at camp; able to devote myself to the role of counselor, building relationships and being present for the needs of my kids at camp because of Amy's capable care and love for my kids.  I missed them yes, but did not fret for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday I came home.  Since the time I arrived back, I believe that I have become the loop side of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Velcro&lt;/span&gt;.  Every time my children come near me they press in a little closer and I need to pry them off of me when I have to move.  I love their expression of love for me.  I have to admit I have wanted to hold them closer too.  I have heard on several &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; the spontaneous utterances of "Mom, I missed you for hundreds of days" or "Mom, I am glad you are home" or "You were gone lots of days mom".   I can never doubt that my kids love me.  They were nurtured, cared for and loved in my absence and still they missed me.  I love being their mommy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-7942438766820166293?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7942438766820166293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=7942438766820166293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/7942438766820166293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/7942438766820166293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/velcro.html' title='Velcro?'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-7615682907714025967</id><published>2008-07-10T17:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T17:43:15.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Found and a Goal Completed</title><content type='html'>The library is a part of our summer fun. This often includes attending the Thursday family programs. Today's family program was called Backyard Safari. It was filled with bugs, including a millipede, hissing cockroach and walking sticks. Even the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Terminix&lt;/span&gt; guy was there with termites and other icky six legged critters. Needless to say we viewed these attractions a few feet from the tables. The kids also made a great walking stick craft (using a stick, four chenille wires and two wiggly eyes). I ran into a friend there and we decided to file that craft in our mind as a good one for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the summer fun at the library includes checking out books and reading them. The checked out books come home and are put in the library basket, unless the girls are reading them, then they are by the kids' beds. Well, needless to say I thought this was a full proof plan to keep from loosing a book. That was until this book came into our home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221527709444794146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SHaXyXJQ5yI/AAAAAAAAADA/jkY3kDyXQIY/s200/Messy+Bessy.jpg" width="108" border="0" /&gt;Yes, it's title is &lt;u&gt;Messy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bessey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. I thought that appropriate once it went missing. We looked high, we looked low, we looked under, we looked between, we looked in cars, we looked in bags, we looked in cupboards (even the bathrooms), we looked in hampers, we looked in drawers and more. It was nowhere to be found! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ugh&lt;/span&gt;. We looked, the library searched. It wasn't found. So we paid $12 to replace the book. This all began in April. Then last night, my husband pulled out our college year book. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; refers to it when he gets friend requests on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;. As he opened it to look up a former classmate, lo and behold, what was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the book? &lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Messy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bessey's&lt;/span&gt; School Desk!&lt;/u&gt; How fitting. I took it with me to the library today and was told I get to keep the book as the library had already replaced it. Oh joy. For whatever reason, I am not real excited to have this new $12 book in our collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a fun note, the kids finished the reading program a couple weeks ago. We finally got there today to pick up their prizes. They got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; coupons, fair admission, little toys (soon to be lost) and a new book each (&lt;u&gt;Messy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bessey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; not included). They did a great job reading finishing their goal of thirty days, twenty minutes a day.  My girls LOVE to read. The kids were excited to have there picture taken with the library mascot "Booker Bee", as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221530175151931746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SHaaB4nqAWI/AAAAAAAAADI/h6md8akJQcw/s200/Booker+Bee+Library.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-7615682907714025967?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7615682907714025967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=7615682907714025967' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/7615682907714025967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/7615682907714025967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-found-and-goal-completed.html' title='Lost &amp; Found and a Goal Completed'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SHaXyXJQ5yI/AAAAAAAAADA/jkY3kDyXQIY/s72-c/Messy+Bessy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-7524198983725658390</id><published>2008-07-05T08:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:47:11.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMILY + FRIENDS + FIREWORKS + FOOD = FUN</title><content type='html'>Ahh, another 4th has come and gone. Happy Birthday America! I am blessed to be an American. I feel pride for this nation, I love to hang our flag on any appropriate occasion. Our America, there is no other place in the world like her. I pray my children learn to love their country as I have. I am glad God placed me here. May I not waste all the opportunities being an American allows me and may I always remember that my freedom was bought (and continues to be bought) with a huge price tag.  So in honor of this occasion, the Slater clan has chosen to follow a well laid out formula for expressing our appreciation of our freedom.  This formula goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FAMILY + FRIENDS + FIREWORKS + FOOD (grilled)= FUN &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Due to technical difficulties, I will get the pics put in later.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-7524198983725658390?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7524198983725658390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=7524198983725658390' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/7524198983725658390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/7524198983725658390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-fireworks-fun.html' title='FAMILY + FRIENDS + FIREWORKS + FOOD = FUN'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-1489935387853827119</id><published>2008-07-01T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T00:04:03.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather Forecast - Tornadoes Ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This last week has been a whirlwind to say the least. However, I have to express that God has amazing power to sustain a person in such times. I went to Genesis Camp (2 1/2 days), made cupcakes for a wedding (125), taught my cake decorating class, prepped for VBS, painted sets for VBS, facilitated and prepped for a training for VBS volunteers, visited with my grandmother (in town from California whom I rarely see), blew up 100 helium balloons with my husband for a church picnic, decorated rooms for VBS and set up supplies, shopped for VBS, staffed a nursery for Sunday when workers were slim (but as always, the Lord supplies), and on top of it all I got a terrible cold complete with no voice, raging headaches and sore throat. Whew. Are you tired yet? Suprisisingly my answer is no. Not much more than normal. I credit my Father with his care and provision meeting my every need. He is so good! Please don't look at the list of tasks I had to do and have pity on me. Instead, thank my Father, God the Creator and Sustainer, for his greatness. He is so good!!! I must also give my husband a lot of credit for being a blessing. He has pitched in extra, never complained and has not expected me to be Mrs. Cleaver this week or the Merry Maid. Boy, the house can sure use some TLC soon, but hey, the dishes are done (thank you Mr. Wonderful)!  Here are some fun pictures of this week in a nutshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW16dqQ2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/rMYare6lFSY/s1600-h/IMG_1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218289708721390434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW16dqQ2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/rMYare6lFSY/s200/IMG_1508.JPG" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My daughter Hannah and me before the "Princess Dinner" at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW2JcV68I/AAAAAAAAACY/DyyJIfsqJ60/s1600-h/IMG_1539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218289712742394818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW2JcV68I/AAAAAAAAACY/DyyJIfsqJ60/s200/IMG_1539.JPG" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cabin of ladies, showing our victory of being the #1 cabin at camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW2ZIQ51I/AAAAAAAAACg/mjohUpbvS9o/s1600-h/IMG_1541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218289716953147218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW2ZIQ51I/AAAAAAAAACg/mjohUpbvS9o/s200/IMG_1541.JPG" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids helped with painting the VBS sets and decorations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW2_wLbpI/AAAAAAAAACo/4wuu1xS6_wM/s1600-h/IMG_1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218289727321108114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW2_wLbpI/AAAAAAAAACo/4wuu1xS6_wM/s200/IMG_1553.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Some of the 125 cupcakes I made for a wedding. Scott delivered them to Bogus Basin (he is the best husband in the world!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW3DFVswI/AAAAAAAAACw/37nLZQ0gvS0/s1600-h/IMG_1548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218289728215167746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW3DFVswI/AAAAAAAAACw/37nLZQ0gvS0/s200/IMG_1548.JPG" width="138" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;The completed cake of one of my students. She did her homework and practices a lot! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218292072117410882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsY_ezLnEI/AAAAAAAAAC4/89M_BiF2NVo/s200/IMG_1557.JPG" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Four generations together, my grandma, mom, me and the girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-1489935387853827119?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1489935387853827119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=1489935387853827119' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1489935387853827119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1489935387853827119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/07/weather-forecast-tornadoes-ahead.html' title='Weather Forecast - Tornadoes Ahead'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SGsW16dqQ2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/rMYare6lFSY/s72-c/IMG_1508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-1542890026505216373</id><published>2008-06-19T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T22:37:20.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Already?  Where did the years go?</title><content type='html'>Yep, it has come. It is now the year for my 20th high school reunion. Wow, when the invitation came in the mail I was startled. I mean I can do the math. I knew it had be 20 years, but really? 20 years. I remember when... I drove a '78 Chevy Luv truck, had real big hair, wore crop tops, went to the games, stayed out way past curfew, wore keds without laces and pegged my pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213816023372703906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SFsyDJ1eqKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gOExpoi03yM/s200/2008+March+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Class of 1988 - Elk Grove High School - See what I mean about the big hair?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To make my musing more extreme, I remembered going with my parents to their 20th reunions. I also remember thinking that they were, well... OLD. I am not old. I mean, I haven't even finished growing up yet, right? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213816794782620482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SFsywDj720I/AAAAAAAAAB8/bv1TpXMMMbg/s200/2008+March+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My dad's 20th reunion picture (really they weren't old!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Needless to say, I am skipping out and not attending my reunion.  Costs are too high.  However, I will send in my updated information so that everyone will be able learn what I am up to these days.  Now I will set my shoulders back, stand tall and remember, I am NOT old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Kym&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-1542890026505216373?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1542890026505216373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=1542890026505216373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1542890026505216373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1542890026505216373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/20-already-where-did-years-go.html' title='20 Already?  Where did the years go?'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SFsyDJ1eqKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/gOExpoi03yM/s72-c/2008+March+180.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-3048241153073143635</id><published>2008-06-16T07:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:36:39.258-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy morning, family, fun and a thank you!</title><content type='html'>Another Father's Day. The day began with me getting up before the rest of the family. I was letting everyone sleep as long as possible. The kids were needing some recovery from a lack of sleep. Scott had just gotten back from a fishing weekend with lots of sun, fish (he caught 50! Only kept 6) and little sleep. I was going to get to church early (8 a.m.). I would wake everyone right before leaving. However, I realized that Scott had not run sound in awhile. One look at the calendar that I had not looked at all weekend told me that the next half hour would not be very fun. I woke up the sleeping father with the news. Then turned to raise the sleeping beauties. It was 7:25 a.m . and we need to be at the church by 8 a.m. The next thirty minutes were a whirlwind. We were amazingly at the church by 8:05 a.m. Wow!!! So, Scott did not get any breakfast in bed, hugs, kisses and wishes for a great day. But the rest of the day made up for it. The girls and I took him and my dad out for Chinese food and gave the men their gifts. We had a group of sixteen. Then home for naps. After napping we did one of Scott's favorite activities. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BBQ'ing&lt;/span&gt; brats with the extended family and playing games. Oh, also all the girls (including me) supported the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; at the encouragement of Scott and all wore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; hats. We watched the game off and on... thankfully we get another game! Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; for the win! We need defense, high scoring and the fight to stick with the team as they go to Boston! Go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt;! We played our family favorite &lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=9400X&amp;amp;event=CFN"&gt;Dutch Blitz&lt;/a&gt;, for hours. We realized that this is the only game we have played for a long time and agreed that we like it so much because we get to play altogether and you don't have to wait for your turn. Well, as Scott went to sleep last night he thanked me for a great Father's Day. Now that makes me smile! He is a great father. I am glad he is my husband. I love you Scott!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-3048241153073143635?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3048241153073143635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=3048241153073143635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3048241153073143635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3048241153073143635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-fathers-day.html' title='Crazy morning, family, fun and a thank you!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-1388804115945748350</id><published>2008-06-12T23:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:06:41.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Headlines</title><content type='html'>So much happening.  Let me hit some highlights:&lt;br /&gt;1 - WEATHER - The weather may start to cooperate with our normal idea of summer.  The 60's, rain and snow may now be gone for the season.&lt;br /&gt;2 - NATURE IN OUR FRONT YARD - Robin's have decided to build a nest right outside our living room window in our Japanese Maple tree.  It has been a treat to watch the couple gather, build and protect their nest from the neighborhood cats.   We can't wait to see the eggs and then the babies.  The robins were in the tree last year.  It is nice to have them back again. &lt;br /&gt;3 - FISHING AND FOOD - Scott has been busily preparing for a fishing trip where he and his cousin "host" for a group of men from church.  This year he is prepping for about 25 men.  A great turn out. &lt;br /&gt;4 - NBA - The Lakers are in the playoffs...  GO &lt;a href="http://www.lakers.com/"&gt;LAKERS&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;5 - &lt;a href="http://bethelnazarene.org/index.php?nid=6827&amp;amp;s=mn&amp;amp;grpid=12383&amp;amp;grpDetails=true"&gt;VBS&lt;/a&gt; - is coming up quicker than my mind can believe!  Many tasks need to be done, supplies gathered, volunteers recruited, decorations made and put up.  Any &lt;a href="https://www.groupvbs.com/webtoybox/mysite/default.aspx?"&gt;volunteers&lt;/a&gt;?  There is a place for you!&lt;br /&gt;6 - LESSONS IN SUMMER - The girls are doing a bit of school work, most days.  Manda is working on math and Hannah practicing skills already learned, repetition and practice. &lt;br /&gt;7 - BOOKS - The library is back as a main stay of summer with weekly visits.  During the school year we have so much reading with literature, language arts, history and art that we don't often get to the library.  We were also blessed with my mother's K-2nd grades library of books when she retired after 35 years of teaching.  Therefore, we have plenty of books for pre and early readers.  Amanda get books from book orders, birthdays and Christmas to supplement her school year reading. &lt;br /&gt;8 - RUN, WHO, YOU?!? - I am working out a lot more than I have in six months.  I am &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;training for a 5K.&lt;/a&gt;  No, not a marathon, but the idea of a 5K is like a marathon for my out of shape, overweight and creaky 37 year old body.  I am also doing a spinning class once a week and doing a "rep reebok" class 2-3x per week.  Boy, I enjoy all the exercise, but hope it pays off.  My 10 year old was walking behind me today and said, "Mommy, your bottom looks smaller today."  Should I be excited or disturbed???&lt;br /&gt;9 - CAMP -Our 7 year old is excited because she got a letter in the mail yesterday about her camp this summer.  She has not gone before and is beside herself with anticipation.  It will be fun.  I get to go with her as the camp encourages a parent to attend with the children.  The camp is for 1st-3rd graders.  The theme is about being a child of the King.  The letter came addressed to "Lady Hannah".  It will be a treat to go with her.  I enjoyed going with Amanda two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;10 - EMPTY SLOTS AND ANSWERED PRAYER -  Regarding my work  (I struggle to call it work).  It is a joy to have the position I have.  However, I am coming up on summer and scheduling.  Wow.  This will be amazing to work out. But a praise.  I had the volunteers for the pre-K and K classes say they would be gone for 7 weeks.  I found a woman who is willing to fill in for them.  God is good. &lt;br /&gt;11 - QUIT? OR NOT? - I am still at &lt;a href="http://michaels.com/"&gt;Michael's&lt;/a&gt; teaching cake decorating for &lt;a href="http://wilton.com/"&gt;Wilton&lt;/a&gt; (one class at a time).  This has been a stretch for me to continue... oh, well... we'll see what the next couple of months bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... that is a bit about where we are today.  Stay tuned for the next edition...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-1388804115945748350?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/1388804115945748350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=1388804115945748350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1388804115945748350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/1388804115945748350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/todays-headlines.html' title='Today&apos;s Headlines'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-3859882605081481410</id><published>2008-06-06T11:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T13:57:42.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>G-E-T-A-W-A-Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SEmR16OvGLI/AAAAAAAAABU/sedsxkSVJIY/s1600-h/P1010003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208854799380846770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SEmR16OvGLI/AAAAAAAAABU/sedsxkSVJIY/s200/P1010003.JPG" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; - Gals getting together bring gab, good times, goodies and God's presence of friendship and relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Evenings that go late, early rising mornings (I struggle to sleep well away from home), eating (way too much, boy the scale was scary two days later! I am working out harder to make up for it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Time seems to stand still in the midst of such relaxing moments. Meals were governed by our stomachs not our childrens or the activity we must get to and eat before we leave. Talk. Lots and lots and lots of talk. It is a good thing the men in our life were not there. They may have chosen to jump in the too high and fast moving river just to getaway. Men don't seem to appreciate the version of "talk" we women are so very good at when we are all together without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Appreciation: For friends. For our testimonies of God's redemption in our lives. For shared burdens. For mutual values. For differences. For our personalities, each one adding to the joy of our time together. For moments away from the day to days. For a family willing to share their cabin with the likes of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; WET!!!! A hike that started as sunny with a few puffy clouds, a seemingly never ending road up the mountain, sprinkles, conversation (very good conversation, thank you Barbie), pondering about heading back, determination to finish the hike, big rain drops, uh-oh, even more, getting WET, here comes the hail. We head back... running, slipping, slowing down realizing we are already soaked (and pregnant Kara shouldn't run down a wet mountain), and a blessing we couldn't have imagined appeared: Shawna in Barbie's big black Tahoe! Thank you! Wet and crammed in we headed home to our dry pajamas! What a fun WET experience! I am the soaked woman in the trunk of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208859016580680882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SEmVrYhhzLI/AAAAAAAAABk/dc2ruQOrkRI/s200/n621250147_1311051_2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208859645117922386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SEmWP-Ae_FI/AAAAAAAAABs/aied-lwnW-A/s200/Retreat+-+wet+2+2008.doc" border="0" /&gt;Our Triumphant Return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Alarm. Stephanie and I had to leave earlier than the others due to our responsibilities on Sunday. Our cell phones did not have service to set our alarms. Well, I take that back. If I slept in the middle of the road, about a mile from the cabin and did not move I could get a bar! We set an alarm clock that we hoped would work. With that unsettled sense of "will I wake up?", I slept kind of, frequently checking the clock and reminding myself that I can sleep. Whew, we were up and on our way back by 6:30 a.m. - just as we needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt; Youth. It is times like this that I feel ageless. Young, maybe. I feel free from obligation. That seems to bring the feeling of youth. Then I look around and realize much to my chagrin, I am the oldest woman present! What happened to the days when I was the youngest woman in the room. Ahhh, well. Some things I can't make stop, like time and the passage of my youth. I am yet a mere toddler in life. No longer a baby, but a toddler in the timeline of my life. However, I will continue to be impulsive and immature on occassion so that I can continue to enjoy the blessings of youth. Simply, because I won't let youth leave me altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I encourage each of you to experience your own getaway. Have some time that is yours to set aside your "roles", "responsibilities" and lose track of time, enjoy friends, laughter and make some memories of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kym&lt;/span&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/1804444084894893771-3859882605081481410?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3859882605081481410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=3859882605081481410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3859882605081481410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3859882605081481410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/06/g-e-t-w-y.html' title='G-E-T-A-W-A-Y'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SEmR16OvGLI/AAAAAAAAABU/sedsxkSVJIY/s72-c/P1010003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-3640988196696247143</id><published>2008-05-27T22:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:20:20.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What about the fam?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SDzqCxuMwZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FWvVe3uuBFk/s1600-h/2008+January+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205292602761200018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SDzqCxuMwZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FWvVe3uuBFk/s320/2008+January+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I told my friends and family that I would be updating this blog with tidbits about how we are and what we are up to. The "we" I am speaking of is my husband (Scott), my three daughters, Amanda, Hannah and Jennica "Jenna".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will fill this particular blog with the "Scott" info. He is doing well. He is currently working for &lt;a href="http://www.nnu.edu/"&gt;Northwest Nazarene University&lt;/a&gt; as an &lt;em&gt;Assistant Professor of Social Work&lt;/em&gt; (we received his contract for the new year today with this official title). His actual title for his position is "&lt;em&gt;Idaho Child Welfare Resource Family Trainer &amp;amp; Consultant&lt;/em&gt;". His job is great. He gets to do a bit of lots that he enjoys. He teaches for the University the Child Welfare class. Then he is a trainer and consultant for the foster and adoptive parents in our region of Idaho. This means he provides an ongoing cycle of classes for foster parents. Each foster parent is required to have 27 hours of training and to have continued classes during the year. That is the bulk of his position. Plus he partners with local agencies and groups to promote foster parenting and provide needed resources. I am proud of his work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through our &lt;a href="http://www.bethelnazarene.org/"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt;, Scott is beginning to serve on the leadership team for the start up of &lt;a href="http://www.celebraterecovery.com/"&gt;Celebrate Recovery &lt;/a&gt;(kick off in September 2008). God has a plan for this ministry and it is already at work in many churches. I am glad that it is going to be a part of the church (the body of believers) we serve and grow with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scott is working hard to get back into shape. Both he and I were pretty lazy this winter, only exercising the hand to mouth muscles! He is also on a softball team and planning a fishing retreat that is coming up soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is a bit about what Scott is up to. By the way, did I mention that I am glad that he is my husband? I am glad that we have spent the last 16 years together and I look forward to many, many, many more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-3640988196696247143?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3640988196696247143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=3640988196696247143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3640988196696247143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3640988196696247143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-about-fam.html' title='What about the fam?'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SDzqCxuMwZI/AAAAAAAAAA8/FWvVe3uuBFk/s72-c/2008+January+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-6756226182146746279</id><published>2008-05-27T22:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T22:54:36.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>Storms have been frequenting our area but not really intruding into our space.  Let me explain.  On Memorial Day, there were thunder storms to the north, south and east of the Treasure Valley but not in the valley.  Sure we had wind, some drops of rain but no real disturbances that interfered with much.  How often do I go out in life unaware of how my Father has shielded me from storms.  I chose to complain about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inconveniences&lt;/span&gt;, like wind, but fail to recognize that He has protected me from so much more.  My Father is the creator of the universe, the Creator of all.  He waits for me with expectancy to come to him... in relationship... feeling His presence in all areas of my life, storms included.  I am grateful to be loved in this way.  May you too, see the Father, know the Son and be filled with the Spirit of God.  That is where I want to be today... whether there be storm or calm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-6756226182146746279?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6756226182146746279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=6756226182146746279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6756226182146746279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6756226182146746279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-3829618849918375987</id><published>2008-05-24T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T16:55:21.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, sweet home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SDibVRuMwYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3JJb9dwA_OY/s1600-h/2008+April+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204080159263342978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SDibVRuMwYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3JJb9dwA_OY/s320/2008+April+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one of those days I love. I have been behind on so many things, mostly the usual routine items. The mopping has gone untouched for a couple weeks (ewww!), clutter piles grew in places that should never collect anything, laundry is heaping (still is, that is a two day process to remedy) and my calm home felt like it was swallowing me. I finally had a day with no where to be (except for a spinning class this morning - that is another subject altogether!). I dug in and made a difference in my home. Not perfection by any stretch but I transformed many areas and now feel a better since of the calm I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;These tulips are from my flower bed this spring. They always make me smile.  My daughter took this picture for me.  Looking at these remind me of the calm I am feeling now that I have accomplished tasks that have, unwelcomed, occupied space in my mind.   &lt;/p&gt;Since my feet have had a small rest and I am hoping to get more done. . . Here I go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-3829618849918375987?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3829618849918375987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=3829618849918375987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3829618849918375987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/3829618849918375987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, sweet home!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SDibVRuMwYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/3JJb9dwA_OY/s72-c/2008+April+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-6037155690737325461</id><published>2008-05-19T13:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T13:42:38.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 more days, just 9 more days!</title><content type='html'>I wake up each morning with the count down of days on my mind.  I ready myself, talk with my Savior, eat some food to gain energy, wake the sleeping beauties and brace myself.  After breakfast is consumed, after my nephew arrives, after some low growls from my two eldest cherubs, it begins.   Another day in the world of homeschooling.  I have checked and rechecked the calendar.  No matter how we shake it, school won't be done sooner than May 30th.  Ahhh, I look at the clutter piles that have accumulated over the last quarter and tell myself they can wait  a few more days (but can I?).  Hold on Kym, the end is in site.  The sun is warm, I long to be free from lessons and complaining.  Then I realize that if this summer is like any other, it will be wonderful for a week and then the complaining will begin again, this time because of the heat, boredom and bickering between sisters.  Will I or my children be content with where each day finds us?  May this be our journey together this summer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-6037155690737325461?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/6037155690737325461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=6037155690737325461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6037155690737325461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/6037155690737325461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-more-days-just-9-more-days.html' title='9 more days, just 9 more days!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1804444084894893771.post-420358611093256297</id><published>2008-05-18T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T23:05:46.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it.  Thanks a lot Kristen!</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who is great at blogging.  She is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inspiration&lt;/span&gt; reading what is happening in her life, from the ordinary to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extraordinary&lt;/span&gt;.  I especially like how this blogging can be done easily and can be a "scrapbook" of sorts for my family.  So... I am now a part of this new frontier (new for me that is)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1804444084894893771-420358611093256297?l=raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/420358611093256297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1804444084894893771&amp;postID=420358611093256297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/420358611093256297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1804444084894893771/posts/default/420358611093256297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raggedyannwoman.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-did-it-thanks-lot-kristen.html' title='I did it.  Thanks a lot Kristen!'/><author><name>Kym</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10112911268673676846</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_onO0QC-1Apc/SbFWNz3CUpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5li1upjB4Rk/S220/Image+%232.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
