<?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-15050027</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:05:20.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpirit</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-6841686133852551856</id><published>2007-09-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:13:38.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUneed to watch</title><content type='html'>Please, all moms, go to YouTube and type into the search area William Tell Overture for Moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is SO great!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know how you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-6841686133852551856?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/6841686133852551856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=6841686133852551856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/6841686133852551856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/6841686133852551856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2007/09/youneed-to-watch.html' title='YOUneed to watch'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-1868503323303487856</id><published>2007-09-18T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:53:19.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>It is 4:35am and I'm wide awake.  I woke up at 4am and laid there for awhile, deciding to get up only when nature called so loudly I couldn't ignore it any longer.  My hormones are out of whack again, so I'm going to buy a saliva test kit today and get things checked out.  I do feel much better when everything is in balance and working correctly.  I'm ready to sleep well again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I woke up at 7am.  Not one person in this house was awake and we have to be out of here at 7:20!!!  I did the kids hair while they ate breakfast.  They ate, a few brushed their teeth, got dressed, grabbed their backpacks, and headed out the door.  Thankfully, we made it to the bus at 7:28am!!!  I'm not sure how that happened, but it did!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn you on to a wonderful blog that I enjoy reading.  This woman has 11 children with one on the way.  I know her personally.  She used to live here.  Her mother is a dear, close friend of mine.  I think you'll enjoy her writing and her wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautifulheritage.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://beautifulheritage.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-1868503323303487856?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/1868503323303487856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=1868503323303487856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/1868503323303487856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/1868503323303487856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-2593502596367154644</id><published>2007-09-13T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:37:17.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, Friends!!</title><content type='html'>Penni, Ukok, Scott, and Alexa----HI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Penni&lt;/span&gt;, I'm glad you didn't give up on me.  I wondered if my interest in the blogosphere would return, and sure enough it did.  How have you been?  Remind me what you did career wise.  I remember it was something in the nursing field, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ukok&lt;/span&gt;,  how is my accented friend???  Did your mom ever join the Church?  Fill me in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Scott&lt;/span&gt;, how are the kids?  How is that cute, skinny wife of yours?  Thanks for dropping me a line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alexa&lt;/span&gt;, when I finally figured out how to get back to my blog, I looked for you for about an hour.  Blog Search didn't turn up the "Alexa" I was looking for, so I gave up.  I did say a little prayer that you might visit here and sure enough, once again, my prayer was answered!  How are the boys???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Hector, does anyone know??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having to reply to all of you with a post as when I tried to post a comment I kept getting a pop-up asking if I wanted to display secure and non-secure items.  Nothing I clicked made that little box go away.  AND, now all of you are remembering that I'm not too whippy on the computer, right?????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for stopping by and saying hello!!!!  I'll be visiting your place very soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-2593502596367154644?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/2593502596367154644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=2593502596367154644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/2593502596367154644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/2593502596367154644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2007/09/hi-friends.html' title='Hi, Friends!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-8351874380982135903</id><published>2007-09-12T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T12:38:22.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JCDQxVxBsT8/RuhAD7zqxHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro0re850Z34/s1600-h/000_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109404213590017138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JCDQxVxBsT8/RuhAD7zqxHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro0re850Z34/s320/000_2621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, for some unknown reason, I thought about my "long, lost blogging days" and tried to remember my blog name. I couldn't even remember the name of it, let alone the web address. Today, it just came to me. So, here I am, wondering if anyone will even remember that I was once their cyberfriend. I also wonder if any of the blogs that I used to read are still around. I don't have much time today to do any surfing, but I'll be trying to find YOU in the near future. I've missed you!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-8351874380982135903?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/8351874380982135903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=8351874380982135903&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/8351874380982135903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/8351874380982135903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2007/09/anyone-there.html' title='Anyone There?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JCDQxVxBsT8/RuhAD7zqxHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ro0re850Z34/s72-c/000_2621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-116207932706846934</id><published>2006-10-28T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:48:47.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_2424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_2424.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_2422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_2422.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a day for Fall parties at school.  Kathryn, the crying clown, did not want to wear her costume, but I did manage to get a quick picture before she took it off.  Kristyn had fun with the purple eyelashes and the wild hair.  In about 30 minutes, I'm off to chaperone the 8th grade Halloween dance.  My oldest daughter and her friend are going as Santa's Elves.  Me, I'm Martha Stewart.  I am wearing capris, a t-shirt with an overshirt, and I've sewn some measuring spoons, small measuring cups, and a spatula on my shirt.  I'll have handcuffs to complete the outfit.  Hubby was going to go as my police escort, but he couldn't get off work this evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-116207932706846934?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116207932706846934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=116207932706846934&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/116207932706846934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/116207932706846934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-116207881329475380</id><published>2006-10-28T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T16:40:29.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>They're gone!!!   No more nits, no more live ones.  Praise and thanksgiving!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the trick is to keep them out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-116207881329475380?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116207881329475380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=116207881329475380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/116207881329475380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/116207881329475380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/10/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-116111264154747396</id><published>2006-10-17T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:17:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Critters</title><content type='html'>I am literally pulling my hair out today-------------I am at battle with LICE.  I feel that I am losing at this point.  St. Michael.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four of the kids got headlice two weeks ago.  I had them all cleared---no nits, no live critters, fresh pillow cases every day, hairbrushes in the dishwasher every morning (to be cleaned in hot water of 130 degrees F), etc. etc.  AND, today they are back-----------like Poltergeist.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?  I don't know what I need more----prayer or a good razor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-116111264154747396?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116111264154747396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=116111264154747396&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/116111264154747396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/116111264154747396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/10/tiny-critters.html' title='Tiny Critters'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-116019293925847225</id><published>2006-10-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T20:48:59.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year Come and Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_2393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_2393.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_2389.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I celebrated my 36th birthday-----with my kiddos around and my favorite cake, angel food with chocolate frosting.  It was on Wednesday.  I had a great day and felt like a queen all day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-116019293925847225?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/116019293925847225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=116019293925847225&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/116019293925847225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/116019293925847225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/10/another-year-come-and-gone.html' title='Another Year Come and Gone'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-115965811153952639</id><published>2006-09-30T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:15:11.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight and Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1210.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I am going to focus on-----weight.  I've spent my whole life waiting because of my weight----I'll wait to take a romantic vacation with my husband until I lose weight.  I'll wait to take the kids to the beach---next summer I won't weigh so much----ETC., ETC., ETC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the correct way to live---always waiting, or in my case "weighting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consulted a LapBand procedure facility.  I've educated myself on this procedure.  I've read.  I've watched the video.  I've been contacted by a representative to set up a meeting.  AND................I'm not going to do it.  The reason I'm telling you this is for you to know that this is how desperate I was---almost ready to take a surgical step to help myself get out of the mess that I put myself in.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this blog will now be dedicated to weight loss.  The LapBand info states that weight loss should be 1-2 pounds a week.  This should not be a problem with normal eating and exercise.  If it is, then I'm not being as strong or dedicated as I need to be.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I look like now.  I'll post a new picture every month and let you see the results for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you all!  Please, leave me a message and let me know you're still alive.  I know I need to go and check all of my favorite blogs and see how everyone is doing, but I've been gone so long that will take me a while.  I'll do it, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at your place!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-115965811153952639?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/115965811153952639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=115965811153952639&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/115965811153952639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/115965811153952639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/09/weight-and-wait.html' title='Weight and Wait'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-115253652315321622</id><published>2006-07-10T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:22:27.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have You Been?</title><content type='html'>Is this the question that you've all wanted to ask me? Well, I've been here. I've made a few changes, but things are pretty much the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive. I'm still married. I'm still the slave, I mean the mother, of a house full of kids. I still have to climb laundry mountain now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April I started a new part-time job. I've been doing some home health, which I love. I get to name the days I want to work, or not work, and I can also name the hours that I've available. Not bad, huh? This has helped bring in a little extra dough and it really helped when the family and I went on vacation last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with a friend to see The Devil Wears Prada, last night. It was good. I enjoyed it a lot. The kids and I saw Superman Returns while we were on vacation. It was good, too. I didn't like that I had to tiptoe around Lois Lane's child born out of wedlock, but I got around it without too much information given to the 7 year old. This movie is rated PG-13, but I checked and there was no sexuality issues and no big language issues, so I let the kids go. The previously mentioned issue was the only one that made me uncomfortable. Other than that, it was a good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read two books this summer. The Beach House by James Patterson and Night Fall by, um, can't remember the author. Both were good and both were read on vacation. Mostly during the L-O-N-G drive to Colorado and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was in a car accident three weeks ago.  He just emerged from his coma a few days ago.  He is still "asleep" more than he is awake, but at least he does have sleep/wake cycles now.  He is still on a ventilator, but is being weined off of that.  He is in Wichita, which is only just over an hour from here, so he is close enough for me to visit often.  Please, pray for him.  Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to post a few pictures, really just to re-familiarize myself to how it is done.  One is of a very special occasion--a First Holy Communion.  My daughter received this wonderful sacrament in May.  Another is of my son and his truck.  He won't be able to drive it until February, but it sits patiently in the garage.  The third one is just a fun one.  We've had fun all summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to hear from you soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-115253652315321622?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/115253652315321622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=115253652315321622&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/115253652315321622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/115253652315321622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-have-you-been.html' title='Where Have You Been?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-114312626689191056</id><published>2006-03-23T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T07:04:26.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've been away from this computer for A-LONG-TIME!  The last post was March 2nd.  Thank you, faithful friends, for the nice comments while I was "away." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not actually been anywhere, just doing my daily business, and falling asleep before I get to the computer.  I've recorded several movies on the DVR, which is now my new favorite toy, and I've been watching them in the evenings.  I must tell you, though, that I usually fall asleep before the movie is over, so it takes me two to three evenings just to see one movie.  I gave up TV one year for Lent.  I'm thinking that I probably should have done it again this year!  I LIKE evening TV time very much.  Almost as much as a good bag of chips or a big hunk of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me into the next paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to the sidebar and change my numbers.  The water aerobics ended last week as the facility shut down the pool area, until the end of May, to retile.  With this event, I began step aerobics this week.  This has been fun and I'm looking forward to going again tomorrow.  Although I know that more calories are burned in the water, the step workout makes me feel like I've really done something.  Sweat, a few tears, although no blood, makes me feel like I've worked very hard.  I say tears, which is a mere exaggeration, because my tennis shoes are old and my arches K*I*L*L*E*D me the first two days of exercise.  I have to get new shoes today or I'll never make it during tomorrow's class.  My arches were on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've failed one of my Lenten sacrifices.  I hope to get on top of it again today and get back on track.  My laundry has gone from molehill to mountain, again, in just a few short days.  Once I let that slip, there was no stopping the avalanche.  If I made the kids use their towels more than once, this would cut down on SO MUCH of what I have to do, but taking and advanced biology class in college cured me from that.  Do you know how many germs live in wet towels?  Then, go and use it again the next day without washing it?  I don't think I could do that.  I've lived with enormous amounts of laundry for the last 14 years.  If I look at this in a positive way, I really only have about 14 more years to do this.  After that it will be laundry for just Hubby and me.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing okay on not indulging in unnecessary yummy things, but the weight is not dropping like I think it should.  When I reach 25 pounds lost, I'll post it over in the weight loss box.  Until then, I'm leaving it where it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of bed this morning and got myself to the gym by 5:55am.  I took my oldest son with me.  We lifted weights and then he shot free throws while I rebounded for him.  He wants to tryout for the high school basketball team, so he's trying to improve his shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home by 7am.  I kissed Hubby, told him that he could sleep in this morning, and got the kids ready for school.  I've changed the laundry and read the daily readings for today, but that's all I've done this morning.  It is time to get busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I have some good pictures to post.  I'll do that just as soon as I get batteries for my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To God be the Glory!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-114312626689191056?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114312626689191056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=114312626689191056&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114312626689191056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114312626689191056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello.html' title='Hello!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-114135680133950188</id><published>2006-03-02T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T19:33:21.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and Junk</title><content type='html'>How do I know we are way too technically advanced in this house? As I read my 3-year-old daughter a book this afternoon, she stated, "Pause it on this page while I go to the bathroom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know that there might be a flu bug starting in this house? Same daughter, trying to recover from respiratory junk, having a coughing spell states, "When you cough, you poop your pants." They learn quick, don't they???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lenten offerings are at the "so-far-so-good" stage. I'd hope, with it only being two days in.&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing the Ignatius retreat. I've had the book for a very long time and I've gone to Ignatian retreats, but I've never done one alone. My goal is to be up and done, every morning, before getting the kids up. Another Lenten sacrifice I'm doing is keeping the house clean ALL*THE*TIME. Not an easy feat, but one that really challenges me and gives me daily goals to use as prayer for others. I'm also not eating anything that is not "good" for me, such as pigging out or over indulging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a family, we are dedicating ourselves to praying the Rosary every night, as opposed to hit and miss or only one decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off of here to finish my laundry pile----this is a BIG part of keeping the house clean. I've added a bit of extra sacrifice for myself and I'm not asking anyone to put piles away this Lent. I'll wash, dry, fold, and put away all by myself. Maybe the extra stair climbing will pay off somehow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lenten Blessings to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-114135680133950188?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114135680133950188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=114135680133950188&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114135680133950188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114135680133950188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/03/stuff-and-junk.html' title='Stuff and Junk'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-114054091045492793</id><published>2006-02-21T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:55:10.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BAAAACK................</title><content type='html'>So, you'll see below that I've been so consumed in life things the past week that I've not had an ounce of computer time. I still don't have the time, as the house has been left unattended, but today is catch-up day, in all areas, including my blogging and cyberspace friends. I'm going to get the house done so this evening I can visit all of you "over at your place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of everything else this week, I was 14 days late for my period. So, two pregnancy tests later and a visit from Aunt Margaret herself confirmed that, no, there is not another little bundle on the way. I had feelings both ways---anxiety that "Oh My Gosh", I might actually be PG again, and happiness that "Oh Those Little Baby Feet In The House Again" would be nice. What happened, I finally figured out, was that I messed up my progesterone medication and had a late ovulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not kept up on my weight loss box below. I've still been exercising, so I'll update that this evening, too. I don't think I'm down any weight as I've been stress eating lately, but the weight loss number hasn't increased, which is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you! I can't wait to visit you this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-114054091045492793?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114054091045492793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=114054091045492793&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114054091045492793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114054091045492793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;M BAAAACK................'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-114054051002867207</id><published>2006-02-21T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:48:30.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was Winter Formal time this past weekend.  Philip, his friend, and their dates all went and had a great time.  It was very nice to see them all dressed up.  My checkbook is still in pain, but that's another story!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-114054051002867207?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114054051002867207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=114054051002867207&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114054051002867207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114054051002867207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/winter-dance.html' title='Winter Dance'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-114054024158676545</id><published>2006-02-21T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:44:01.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre AP Geometry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1908.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest son, in yellow, and his friend, had to do a geometry project.  This ended up being a great project, although the time commitment was unreal.  They spent approximately 25 outside-of-school hours planning, rough drafting, and building this house.&lt;br /&gt;The frame could be any material they chose, but the outside had to all be edible.  They had a $15 limit on supplies.  They then took their project and presented it to one of the grade schools.  It was fun.  Time consuming for the parents, too, as these kiddos can't drive,  yet, so who got to take them to Wal-Mart and to the meetings???? The Mamas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-114054024158676545?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114054024158676545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=114054024158676545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114054024158676545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114054024158676545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/pre-ap-geometry.html' title='Pre AP Geometry'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-114053996188962151</id><published>2006-02-21T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:39:21.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet and Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1927.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1927.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1926.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1926.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1929.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1929.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was the annual Swim-A-Thon for our local swim team.  The kids raised money for each lap that they were able to swim.  It was a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-114053996188962151?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114053996188962151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=114053996188962151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114053996188962151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114053996188962151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/wet-and-wild.html' title='Wet and Wild'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-114053964437065135</id><published>2006-02-21T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T08:34:04.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles Do Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1949.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Did you think I'd died?  Well, not yet.  I've been super busy, and today is no different, but I wanted to do a post just to say hello to everyone and let you know I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is of my grandfather and my uncle.  This was taken in the cafeteria of St. Francis Medical Center in Wichita.  My grandmother was life-flighted there last Thursday for complications with her lung condition.  By the grace of God, she'll be going home tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-114053964437065135?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/114053964437065135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=114053964437065135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114053964437065135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/114053964437065135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/miracles-do-happen.html' title='Miracles Do Happen'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113987283187630945</id><published>2006-02-13T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:20:32.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrament</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1922.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1922.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my daughter celebrated the Sacrament of Reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice ceremony. She was so excited and it anxiously awaiting her first Eucharist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really care for the fact that the interim DRE changed things and had the kids do a group Act of Contrition. But, it seemed to flow smoothly and all the kids felt so proud. It was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113987283187630945?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113987283187630945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113987283187630945&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113987283187630945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113987283187630945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/sacrament.html' title='Sacrament'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113932232122350910</id><published>2006-02-07T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T06:25:21.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Comes in the Morning</title><content type='html'>To brighten your day:&lt;br /&gt;Sharing Dinner&lt;br /&gt;An elderly couple visit McDonalds. He orders one hamburger, one order of&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;french fries and one drink. The old man unwraps the plain hamburger and carefully cuts it in half. He places one half in front of his wife.  He then carefully counts out the french fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placing one pile in front of his wife. He takes a sip of the drink, his wife takes a sip and then sets the cup down between them.  As he begins to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them keep looking over and whispering. You could tell they were thinking, "That poor old couple - all they can afford is one meal for the two of them."  As the man begins to eat his fries a young man comes to the table. He politely offers to buy another meal for the old couple. The old man says they are just fine - They are used to sharing everything.  The surrounding people notice the little old lady hasn't eaten a bite.  She sits there watching her husband eat and occasionally takes turns sipping the drink.  Again the young man comes over and begs them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman says "No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything."  As the old man finishes and is wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again comes over to the little old lady who has yet to eat a single bite of food and asks "What is it you are waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;She answers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE TEETH."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113932232122350910?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113932232122350910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113932232122350910&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113932232122350910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113932232122350910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/joy-comes-in-morning.html' title='Joy Comes in the Morning'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113924902276637489</id><published>2006-02-06T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:03:42.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ONLY Way To Travel!!</title><content type='html'>For $48, roundtrip, I was able to recline, read, walk to the bathroom, order food at the snackbar, and RELAX, all in one place. I had a great weekend. My friend's parents were the perfect hosts with great food, a nice place to sleep, and many laughs. I returned home around 11:45pm last night, so today is going a little slow, but that's to be expected. On Saturday, I walked around the mall and found a wonderful bookstore with all books $5 or under. I bought two books that teach kids about money management, a gardening book, and a fiction. I then went back to the house where I was staying and read for FIVE hours. I think I dozed for an hour or so during that timespan. I did nothing but relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mass at a beautiful cathedral in Fort Worth. We also went to confession, which was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hub did fine with the kids. He, who knows how to make two things---mac-n-cheese and PB&amp;amp;J sandwiches---actually did quite a bit of cooking. He made spaghetti one night, beef stew another night, and pancakes/bacon one morning. Wow! I'm impressed! Now, he has no excuses, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was SO happy to see the kids and Hub. I missed them terribly. It is back to the same 'ole today. I'm off of here to catch up on laundry, clean a couple of bathrooms, and maybe sneak in a few pages from the new book I'm reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the time this evening, when kids are in bed, to make the blog rounds and catch up on everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your prayers. I'm glad to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113924902276637489?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113924902276637489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113924902276637489&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113924902276637489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113924902276637489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/only-way-to-travel.html' title='The ONLY Way To Travel!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113890482807310641</id><published>2006-02-02T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:27:08.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choo-Choo</title><content type='html'>This will be my last post until I return from my train trip.  I'm getting everything ready for the weekend---for me and the rest of the family.  I know I'm going to be wigged out by the end of the day as I feel like I have to have the clothes laid out for each day, the meals planned, the schedule made, etc. etc.  This "relaxation" trip may be more work in preparation than it is worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you know when I'm home.  Please, pray for my family while I'm gone and pray for my safe return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113890482807310641?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113890482807310641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113890482807310641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113890482807310641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113890482807310641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/choo-choo.html' title='Choo-Choo'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113881947281510117</id><published>2006-02-01T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:44:32.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Fun Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my daughter had to present about a person who made a difference in the world.  Can you guess who she is?&lt;br /&gt;Behind her, in the upper left,  you'll see her classmates.  These two represented Bill Picket and Albert Einstein.  It was great fun.  There were others---Barbara Bush, Amelia Airhart (sp?), Harry Houdini, Oprah Winfrey (presented by a fair-skinned blonde girl. ha!), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun time.  My daughter worked hard writing her report.  She had to put the life of Mother Teresa to memory for the presentation.  It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight above my daughter is my mother-in-law.  To the right is my youngest son.  It was a family affair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113881947281510117?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113881947281510117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113881947281510117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113881947281510117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113881947281510117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/02/fun-time.html' title='A Fun Time'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113857669287743626</id><published>2006-01-29T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T06:55:08.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soul</title><content type='html'>I am a Dreaming Soul &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/dreaming-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this worldSo much so that you tend to live in your head most of the timeYou have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What kind of soul are you? Find out at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113857669287743626?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113857669287743626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113857669287743626&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113857669287743626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113857669287743626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-soul.html' title='My Soul'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113851429899372650</id><published>2006-01-28T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T21:58:18.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Wife</title><content type='html'>I just returned from the monthly couples game night.  This time we played Party  Bridge.  It was fun.  Nothing "bridgey" about it, actually.  It had a new twist with each hand played.  There was wine and food.  The evening was very nice.  Upon returning home and checking my email, I came across this:  &lt;a href="http://www.ivman.com/fp-goodwife.html"&gt;www.ivman.com/fp-goodwife.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, check it out and enjoy the heavy laughter that was very recently mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113851429899372650?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113851429899372650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113851429899372650&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113851429899372650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113851429899372650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/good-wife.html' title='The Good Wife'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113844900258959488</id><published>2006-01-28T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T03:50:02.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring, Ring</title><content type='html'>It is 5:30am this Saturday morning and I'm wide awake, typing on the computer.  The two children that wake up early stayed last night with Grandma, so everyone in this house will sleep until at least 8:30am.  Why am I awake, you might ask?  This would only be because of the man who cannot seem to remember that the phone number that he &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;wants IS NOT MINE!  I'm wondering if there is any way to block telephone numbers.  There are two men who call here, looking for a woman with my name who is not me, very frequently.  Sometimes they leave messages, sometimes they call in the middle of the night, and today they called at 5:15am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my choices now would be to begin my day, watch TV, or go back to bed.  TV usually puts me to sleep, so I could try that.  What I should do is climb the laundry mountain and see if I can make it to the top.  I'm guessing if I started now, I could have it conquered by the time anyone else wakes up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to read today's Gospel, do a little meditation on it, and then decide if I will sleep again or begin my laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113844900258959488?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113844900258959488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113844900258959488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113844900258959488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113844900258959488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/ring-ring.html' title='Ring, Ring'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113831687851340180</id><published>2006-01-26T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T15:07:58.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, I Did It Again</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've had a hurried and busy few days.  I've recovered from my dancing aches.  I've been practicing here at home some.  My husband, the kids, and I did a little ball room dancing during breakfast yesterday.  Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to go to the Sylvia Brown convention.  A dear friend pointed out to me that this might be putting my soul at risk.  I was blind to that fact, I guess.  I thought since I'd not be partaking and that since I didn't believe in all that jazz that I'd be okay.  But, I've changed my mind.  It might get too hookey and I wouldn't want to be in the presence of such.  BUT, I'm still going on the train and I'll just shop instead.  Sounds good, no?  This is really what friendship is all about.  Keeping each other in check and looking out for one another.  I love this friend dearly and have taken her advice on many occasion.  Thanks, Betty!  You're a gem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to do supper and laundry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113831687851340180?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113831687851340180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113831687851340180&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113831687851340180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113831687851340180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops, I Did It Again'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113819870780014109</id><published>2006-01-25T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T06:18:27.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Left Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;My husband and I took our first ballroom dancing class last night.  I was so looking forward to doing this, but now I don't know if I want to go back.  My legs, hips, glutes, and back hurt so bad today!  I know it won't always be like this, but I sure am feeling it today.  My hip joints took the blunt of it, I think.  They were hurting before I even left the class.  I was so happy this morning when myhusband woke up and looked like an old man crawling out of bed.  Why was I happy?  Because he gloated last night about how he was in so much better shape than I.  Good morning, Sweetie, is that egg on your face?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Several other people I know were at the class.  The instructors were fantastic.  If one day I can dance half as good as they, then I'll be satisfied.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm skipping the weight lifting today, for obvious reasons.  I've changed my exercise progress box a little.  I've added "dancing" to my list of physical activity.  My heart rate was up, I was sweating, and I KNOW my muscles were worked, so this has to be beneficial to my attempt at losing weight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm off to find Ben.  You know him, Mr. Gay?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/waltz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/waltz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113819870780014109?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113819870780014109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113819870780014109&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113819870780014109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113819870780014109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-left-feet.html' title='Two Left Feet'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113790502131616288</id><published>2006-01-21T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:43:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That First Fall</title><content type='html'>The ground isn't as soft as I remembered. I was informed of this when I hit it, falling off the wagon. I had pizza today-----------sooooooo delicious. I had Pepsi--------soooooooooo delicious. I had chocolate with almonds--------you guess it, soooooooo delicious. I've only had a little bit of water. No exercise. BUT, I've taught myself a lesson. I don't feel happy about it. I've been grouchy. I've been tired. I've felt draggy. I most definitely feel better when I eat healthy and exercise. I love fitting into my jeans and breathing a little easier. I love feeling good about myself. Even after losing just a little bit of weight, I feel pretty again. This is only internal as there is no external proof, yet. This should come in the next ten pounds, though. My goal is to be down another six pounds before the end of the month. I think this is a very doable goal. I'll hop back up in the saddle tomorrow and drive that wagon once again. Today has been a nice vacation, but tomorrow will be back to basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished dishes. I did them to the tune of "I'm a Soul Man." This made the task much more enjoyable. Before I was finished, all the kids were in the kitchen dancing with me. I've done no laundry today, which is a very brave thing to do. So, if nothing else, I guess I can say I'm very courageous, no? I'll pay tomorrow when someone yells that they have nothing to wear to Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend called tonight and invited me to go on a weekend train trip with her to Fort Worth. I'll have to talk to Hubby first, but it sounds very interesting. You'll die when you hear what we'll be doing. She has tickets to Silvia Brown. If you're unfamiliar, she is a psychic. First things first, I do not partake in this sort of thing. Just wanted to clear that up. I fully know the Church's teaching on phychic readings and so forth. But, what is enticing me to go along is the train ride there. I've never ridden a train and it sounds so enjoyable. Train ride, weekend vacation away from the 'ole homestead, free lodging and food, and good conversation with my dear friend. I'll think about it. I don't know if I'll actually go. My friend's mother's house is supposedly haunted, by word of mouth from her relatives, so I'm not looking forward to THAT, but I'll load up my medals and holy water and I'm sure I'll be okay! hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113790502131616288?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113790502131616288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113790502131616288&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113790502131616288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113790502131616288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/that-first-fall.html' title='That First Fall'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113770857189614276</id><published>2006-01-19T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T14:17:18.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1785.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1785.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1796.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1796.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1790.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1790.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what we did when we visited my relatives last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113770857189614276?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113770857189614276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113770857189614276&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113770857189614276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113770857189614276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-on-farm.html' title='Life on the Farm'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113750747809714556</id><published>2006-01-17T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:21:30.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Travels</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I returned home from a trip to Kansas. I visited an aunt and a set of grandparents. Not just me. The whole fam-damily went. The trip there was hellish, with me calling one child a little butthole. Nice, Lisa. Great example there, Mama. The baby got sick with a fever while there---typical, really. Someone always gets sick when we're on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother has emphysema. She was having a lot of trouble breathing and had to pant just to move from her bed to the chair by the side of her bed. She couldn't eat all of a meal---not enough air movement. I really felt sad seeing her that way. She should be enjoying retirement, yet she hasn't left the house in three years because she feels so bad. She was a chain smoker for probably 50 years. This is what happens, I guess. A good example to my children not to start that nasty habit, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to drive home during bedtime. A much nicer ride home!!! We went out of the way--an hour total--to go to Target as I need a new bathing suit for the swim class I'm taking. Silly me, I thought Super Target was open 24/7. Nope, it closed an hour before we arrived. Oh well, an extra hours drive, for nothing, wasn't even all that irritating---BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS ASLEEP!!! --------------------S*M*I*L*E-----------------&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home in the wee morning hours---around 12:45am. No school yesterday because of MLK Day. I did an hour of water aerobics and lifted weights yesterday morning. The instructor said that the aerobic routine that she does burns between 400 and 700 calories. I'm sure I was on the upper end of that range because I worked hard. Flushed face, sweating in the water, tells me that I was working hard. It felt great. I'm down 10 pounds!!!!!!!! Only 74 more to go. Yes, I want to be SKINNY, at least once in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it seems that everyone likes the new template. I do, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113750747809714556?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113750747809714556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113750747809714556&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113750747809714556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113750747809714556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/travels.html' title='Travels'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113738639159939933</id><published>2006-01-15T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:39:51.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from Alexa</title><content type='html'>Dear Readers of MySpirit,&lt;br /&gt;Please do not blame Lisa for changing her template so often...It's all my fault, and if you know me, you'll know me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa doesn't even know what she's in for when she sees this new template I designed for her. I just thought the other was too dark (I did that one too) and I think she wanted something a bit prettier...so I did this one. I hope you like it, Lisa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa is a beautiful person and deserves a beautiful blog -- I'm getting a bit better at designing and she's so gracious to "let me in" to her blog to paste what I want in it for her.... don't worry, Lisa, I saved you a copy of the old one if you want it back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I think you'll be happy.  No problemski if you're not! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113738639159939933?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113738639159939933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113738639159939933&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113738639159939933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113738639159939933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/message-from-alexa.html' title='Message from Alexa'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113707113613604821</id><published>2006-01-12T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T05:05:36.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain and Agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/weightlifting%20frog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/400/weightlifting%20frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/weightlifting%20frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/weightlifting%20frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM DYING.  My body does not like exercise.  The Ibuprofen bottle is my friend.  AND, I have to go back tomorrow?????  I've worked out with the weights three times, walked on the treadmill three times, and I've taken one class of water aerobics.  WHY AM I NOT SKINNY, YET????? Oh, yeah, that's right, I forgot,  it took me TEN YEARS to get this way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113707113613604821?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113707113613604821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113707113613604821&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113707113613604821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113707113613604821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/pain-and-agony.html' title='Pain and Agony'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113701035048967405</id><published>2006-01-11T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T12:12:30.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T BE A LURKER...............SPEAK UP!!</title><content type='html'>Created by Paper Napkin to encourage readers who are too shy to leave a comment to speak up, De-Lurker Day has been extended to an entire week. That way everyone has a chance to work up the courage to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;So c’mon. Just leave me a line or so. How long have you been reading my blog? Or what is your favorite book, movie, or TV show? Or what is the weather like today where you are? I’m not picky.  What's your favorite flavor of ice cream?  Are you Catholic?  Mormon?  Baptist?  Athiest?   &lt;br /&gt;Got this from Julie D, Alexa, and Ukok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you whom I know and love already, go ahead and feel free to give gentle criticism---do I post too many pictures?  Do you LOVE my new template?  Do I seem like an unknowledgable housewife who only does laundry and meals?  Okay, okay, just LIE to me, okay???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113701035048967405?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113701035048967405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113701035048967405&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113701035048967405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113701035048967405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-be-lurkerspeak-up.html' title='DON&apos;T BE A LURKER...............SPEAK UP!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113694181936772238</id><published>2006-01-10T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:10:19.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Say Snow Day??</title><content type='html'>This is how we spent our day.  Everyone is going to sleep well tonight!  The bottom picture was taken from my front porch,  the sight that I woke up to this morning.  Ahhhhh, snow.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113694181936772238?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113694181936772238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113694181936772238&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113694181936772238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113694181936772238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/did-i-say-snow-day.html' title='Did I Say Snow Day??'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113689658874850656</id><published>2006-01-10T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T04:36:28.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SNOW DAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113689658874850656?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113689658874850656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113689658874850656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113689658874850656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113689658874850656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/white-stuff.html' title='The White Stuff'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113677573036149384</id><published>2006-01-08T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T19:02:10.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calgon...........Take Me Away!</title><content type='html'>Anyone remember this commercial, "Calgon, take me away?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, AWAY is where I want to be today.  I've had a real crappy day.  I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to be nice to anyone.  I've nagged and I've hagged.  I almost quit co-teaching RE today.  I almost bit a good friend's head off because SHE was being a hag.  I wanted to spank every kid I have and a few that weren't even mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that a glass of wine will do me good.  Hey, maybe my next post will be much brighter---or much more slurred, we'll see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113677573036149384?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113677573036149384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113677573036149384&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113677573036149384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113677573036149384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/calgontake-me-away.html' title='Calgon...........Take Me Away!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113660851067263577</id><published>2006-01-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T20:35:10.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1757.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my family and I hosted First Friday Rosary and an Epiphany celebration.&lt;br /&gt;We saw that the wise men had made it to the stable to see Baby Jesus. We had a small teaching on the three gifts, Gold, Frankensense, and Myrrh. We prayed the Rosary. Then, we had King Cake. The three children, who found the bean in their piece of cake, were crowned Kings for the evening. Two of my daughters were Balhazar and Melchior, and a friend's son was Caspar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanne, my blogger friend turned real-life friend, was here with her family. Another couple was here, also. These people are SO knowledgable about the Catholic Church. Honestly, I just sit there and listen and learn, in awe. I feel like I should give &lt;em&gt;some &lt;/em&gt;input into the conversation, but I rarely have the chance, nor the smarts to do so. Lucky me for great friends like these!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113660851067263577?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113660851067263577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113660851067263577&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113660851067263577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113660851067263577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113630936548205084</id><published>2006-01-03T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:29:25.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/saintg10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/saintg10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_0593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_0593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the Feast of St. Genevieve, my daughter's saint day.&lt;br /&gt;My Kathryn Genevieve, may you grow with the strength of St. Genevieve. Her dedication to God, her purity, and her simple mortifications made her a beautiful woman. You, too, will one day be a beautiful woman, body and soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113630936548205084?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113630936548205084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113630936548205084&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113630936548205084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113630936548205084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/saint-day.html' title='Saint Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113630217253690194</id><published>2006-01-03T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:02:33.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Goals</title><content type='html'>Instead of making "New Year" resolutions, I'm making daily resolutions. Here are today's goals:&lt;br /&gt;1. Read today's Gospel -&lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Clean all three bathrooms-&lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do six loads of laundry. -&lt;em&gt;will be done, plus two more, I think.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stay within my range of 26-28 points on my diet. -&lt;em&gt;I may have gone over.  I had 9 points to spare, then decided on Chinese food for supper.  MAY HAVE???  How about DID!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do some form of exercise. -&lt;em&gt;still working on this one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Get to Mass-&lt;em&gt;Well, I was on my way, with four of the kids, and found out the schedule had been changed and it took place at another location at a different time today.  Oh well, there's always tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd LOVE to have is some type of sidebar area to post daily goals. This would be a lot less boring for those who don't really care. I really don't want to make regular posts on this, just something that can been seen to the side. This will help keep me honest. BUT...............................I'll need help from someone to do this. Alexa??? Scott??? Are either of you up for the challenge?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm off to accomplish my goals for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113630217253690194?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113630217253690194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113630217253690194&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113630217253690194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113630217253690194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/daily-goals.html' title='Daily Goals'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113624349901521038</id><published>2006-01-02T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T15:12:37.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spa Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/200/000_1745.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the older girls--ages 12, 9, and 7, and I had a spa day. Hubby took the boys and the youngest girl on errands to give us time to do this. First we did pedicures and manicures. Then we did hot stone massages. The house smells great--like eucalyptus and spearmint. Finally, we finished with a hot paraffin wax on the feet and hands. Ahhhh, the joys of having girls in the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113624349901521038?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113624349901521038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113624349901521038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113624349901521038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113624349901521038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/spa-day.html' title='Spa Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113616252451243791</id><published>2006-01-01T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:43:36.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is why I'm so tired............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas break has been full of family and fun. My sister-in-law was here with her four children for three days. During the visit, her 9-year-old son celebrated his birthday. This was a great time and all 14 grandchildren were here at one time. It was a great photo opportunity. I snapped their picture on the front living room couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Hubby, my oldest son, and my father-in-law traveled to Dallas, TX, to pick up Hubby's brother. We've enjoyed seeing him. He was here for the New Year celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, my aunt and uncle from Wichita, KS, came for the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, my house has stayed clean for the past 10 days because I've always been expecting company! I actually thought my laundry was caught up, too, until I couldn't find a certain piece of clothing. Sadly, I found the laundry shoot completely full. Oh well. Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113616252451243791?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113616252451243791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113616252451243791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113616252451243791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113616252451243791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-why-im-so-tired.html' title='THIS is why I&apos;m so tired............'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113608548563058838</id><published>2005-12-31T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T19:20:31.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Games People Play</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'll play. I was tagged by Alexa. I never liked tag, but only because I could never run fast enough. This kind of tag I'm very willing to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: “The first player of this game starts with the topic “five weird habits of yourself,” and people who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME??? WEIRD????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I sometimes make my kids play "Make Me Laugh" when they have friends over. I always win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Many of my friends are people I've never met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have two siblings that I've never met. I grew up as an only child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sometimes I say some really big, naughty words when I stub my toe or step on a Lego in the middle of the night.  Have no fear, I always keep count and always confess each one! Actually, I don't think this is too weird. I'm guessing anyone with an imprint of a plastic toy in the bottom of their foot would sing a mighty tune, also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I prefer to sleep in the recliner rather than in the bed. No other reason than it's just more comfortable on my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now, if I knew how to put your link on the blog I would, but I don't, so I'm just going to ask that anyone who wants to play tag with me to let me know here and I'll go and read what you've written on your blog. Now, that was a LONG sentence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113608548563058838?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113608548563058838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113608548563058838&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113608548563058838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113608548563058838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/games-people-play.html' title='Games People Play'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113580487996817552</id><published>2005-12-28T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:30:12.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YMCA----Christian Association???????</title><content type='html'>After reading, and suggesting, about how Alexa should use her Christmas money, I have to tell you about the fiasco that is brewing with the money I received for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received $200 total from an aunt and two sets of grandparents for Christmas. I thought it would be wonderful to get a family membership to the YMCA, where we could all enjoy the facilities and have some family fun getting in and/or staying in shape. This money came to me in the form of personal checks, except for $50 cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 23rd, I went to the YMCA and purchased the membership. They charged me $50 joining fee (which I paid in cash), and $150 for a quarterly payment, which would pay for Jan., Feb., and March. They quickly handed me a stack of papers and sent me on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I returned home, I read in the newspaper that, beginning Dec. 23rd, the joining fee was 1/2 off.  So, the next day, I went back to the YMCA and let them know that they forgot to only charge me half the joining fee.  The young man at the desk could do nothing(which didn't surprise me as he acted as dumb as he looked--Little-Long-Haired-Punk-Boy that he was)  they were closing for Christmas in a few hours, and I'd have to wait until Tuesday (two days after Christmas) to get my money refunded.  Okay, fine.  I thought that fair, as it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; Christmas Eve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Christmas Day comes and goes and Hubby and I were looking at all of the YMCA information and see that it is only $38/month for a family membership if paid by automatic bank draft.  Remember I paid $150 for three months.  That's a pretty big difference to me.  The difference could almost pay for another month's membership.  Usually paying in "bulk" there is a discount, not a price mark-up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning rolls around and I now need to talk to Loreen ( supposedly the woman in charge) about the joining fee AND the problem with them jipping me out of $36 because I paid for three months at once.  Her first comment was, "Didn't they give you the papers that explains the prices?"  Okay, she won on that point, but couldn't win when I told her that nothing was explained to me.  I simply went inside, said that I had some Christmas money I wanted to spend, and they signed me up and took my money.  Never any mention that it would cost me so much more to pay quarterly instead of monthly.  She agreed that I should have been told, said she would take care of it, and I was transferred to the front desk to set up the family orientation so we could start using the facilities.   HMMMMM, they couldn't get us in for an orientation until January 3rd.  This would have been all fine and good, BUT, upon registration, they had insisted on charging me for the remainder of December.  EVEN THOUGH I had told them that I didn't want the membership to start until January.  Once again, Loreen agreed that I should be reimbursed the December fee as there was no way the family could even step foot into the gym before having an orientation.   Finally, she just said to come in and she would reimburse all of my money and we could start the process clean and fresh, with no confusions.  Okay!  Great!!!  This is the answer I was looking for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go in, like she said, to the YMCA, expecting to speak to Loreen, get my money back, and sign up for a new membership (with only a $25 joining fee and only monthly payments.) LOREEN IS NOT THERE.  SHE'LL BE BACK TOMORROW.  GEESHHHHHH!!!!!  You've got to be kidding me.  "So, whose in charge here?"&lt;br /&gt;"That would be Mark.  He's in his office." &lt;br /&gt;Okay, then, here we go again.  Mark knows of the situation, but is not authorized to give any reimbursments.  That's Loreen's department and he can't help me.  OKAY!  You know, I'm a calm person and pretty reasonable.  I said that I'd be back tomorrow.  He did one step better and PROMISED that Loreen would call me at 9am sharp tomorrow morning.  Guess who hadn't called at 9:45am????  You guess it.  So, I called her.  "Oh, yes, Lisa.  I was just getting ready to call you."  I bet you were.  "If you'd come in today after 2:30pm, I'll be here to get everything straightened out for you."  WONDERFUL.  Music to my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get the house organized for my nephew's birthday party, so I sent Hubby to the Y to get our money.  Should I have been surprised that the phone rang and the call was Hubby, FROM THE YMCA????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They said you picked up the money yesterday." &lt;br /&gt;"WHAT?" &lt;br /&gt;"They said that Little-Long-Haired-Punk-Boy says he gave you your check and cash yesterday on your way out."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he's lying."&lt;br /&gt;"That's what I thought."&lt;br /&gt;"Let me talk to Loreen or Mark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very long story ending soon.  The Little-Long-Haired-Punk-Turd stole my money.  He pocketed the $50 cash and trashed my check.  No other explanation.  He lied about giving me the money, said he shredded my receipt because it had my personal information on it, and thinks he can get away with this.  What a little creep.  If I knew his last name, I'd call the  kid and give him a piece of my mind.  But, I don't, so I just have to vent here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they believed me and did reimburse my $50 cash.  I stopped payment on the check, just in case he was brave enough to try and cash it, being an employee for the YMCA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we won't be using the Y to get into shape this year.  BUT, things are looking up, because we received a "Dance, Dance, Revolution Extreme" for Christmas.  This will whip anyone into shape in a matter of minutes!  I guess every cloud has a silver lining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, go read Alexa's blog and see that she had a WONDERFUL expericnce spending her money gift.  This is how it should be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113580487996817552?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113580487996817552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113580487996817552&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113580487996817552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113580487996817552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/ymca-christian-association.html' title='YMCA----Christian Association???????'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113574288906721515</id><published>2005-12-27T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T20:08:09.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chubby Baby Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to wonder very long who it was that ran down the battery on my camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113574288906721515?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113574288906721515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113574288906721515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113574288906721515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113574288906721515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/chubby-baby-hands.html' title='Chubby Baby Hands'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113562139039302779</id><published>2005-12-26T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T10:23:10.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast of St. Stephen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, the Feast of St. Stephen, a saint who has been known for many miracles, my family and I have dedicated a spiritual bouquet for Hector's daughter.  Since we don't know her name, the top of the card simply says, "St. Stephen, Pray for her."  Each person made a flower with their name on it, then said a prayer.  After their prayer, they then put the flower into the "flower pot" inside of the card.  This is for your family, Hector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still covering you in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113562139039302779?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113562139039302779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113562139039302779&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113562139039302779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113562139039302779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/feast-of-st-stephen.html' title='Feast of St. Stephen'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113562093352081352</id><published>2005-12-26T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T10:35:49.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Away In A Manger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1720.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1720.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away in a Manger is the song we sung as we put baby Jesus in his place. Happy Birthday, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the gifts that my family offered Him for His special day:&lt;br /&gt;Philip-To have a better attitude&lt;br /&gt;Kaitlyn-To think before I speak&lt;br /&gt;Kristyn-To go to Confession once a month&lt;br /&gt;Karyn-To be kind by not talking back&lt;br /&gt;Paul-A guitar (hahahahahahaha...........I LOVE this!!)&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn-stated, "I'm not talking to you."&lt;br /&gt;Hubby-to not be so quick to grouch when that seems like the thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;Me-make an extra Mass each week, and take along everyone in the family that is able.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our gifts to Him who loves us unconditionally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113562093352081352?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113562093352081352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113562093352081352&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113562093352081352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113562093352081352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/away-in-manger.html' title='Away In A Manger'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113543031173901210</id><published>2005-12-24T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:01:46.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Needed</title><content type='html'>For those who don't know, yet, Hector's daughter (see Your Pastoral Coach at sidebar) is very ill and in the hospital. Prayers needed!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113543031173901210?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113543031173901210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113543031173901210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113543031173901210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113543031173901210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/prayers-needed.html' title='Prayers Needed'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113530236974961810</id><published>2005-12-22T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:46:09.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP!!</title><content type='html'>I'm seeking help from YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've obviously hit or clicked on something that has messed up the print size on my computer.  I can barely read the blogs, my email, ANYTHING, because the print is so small.  I'm positive that this is not some mid-life eyeball change that has taken place, but rather a mistake with the 'ole mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for any help you can give me on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113530236974961810?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113530236974961810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113530236974961810&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113530236974961810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113530236974961810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/help.html' title='HELP!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113530115580039155</id><published>2005-12-22T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:25:55.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOO-HOO!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>A Million Thanks to Alexa, over at Fingertails (see side bar, if you don't already know Alexa), for designing my new template.  Alexa is such a sweatheart!! She generously offered this awesome gift to me yesterday.  She designed this  AND  did all of the necessary settings to get it here.  Thanks you, Alexa.  I love it!!  This is one of the most thoughtful gifts I've ever received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113530115580039155?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113530115580039155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113530115580039155&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113530115580039155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113530115580039155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/whoo-hoo.html' title='WHOO-HOO!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113504854355109448</id><published>2005-12-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T19:15:43.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the picture that I used for our Christmas cards this year.  I've been working to get them all in the mail.  I'm  slowly plugging along to get them addressed and out the door.  I had to take approximately 20 different pictures to get ONE that was decent.  Thank goodness for digital!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my house to yours----------Merry Christmas.   May the Blessings that were brought forth by The tiny miracle be yours this season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113504854355109448?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113504854355109448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113504854355109448&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113504854355109448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113504854355109448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113443911030213079</id><published>2005-12-12T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:58:30.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lights.......Lights............Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1593.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS NOT 2003!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this IS the outside of my house.  OH this picture doesn't even come close to showing how nice it looks.  Hubby and the kids worked so hard and did such a great job.  I wish you could see how great it looks!  I guess I shouldn't boast.  If I remember correctly, pride is one of my major vices........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY--------maybe this should be a New Year's resolution!!!&lt;br /&gt;Work on your pride, woman, work on your pride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113443911030213079?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113443911030213079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113443911030213079&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113443911030213079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113443911030213079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/lightslightslights.html' title='Lights.......Lights............Lights'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113414580684142615</id><published>2005-12-09T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T08:30:06.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEW!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm MUCH better this morning.  Thank you, everyone, for your prayers.  I think it's Hubby's turn to be sick.  He's in bed.  This is okay.  I'm much better at taking care of people than I am at being the patient.  Yesterday was horrible.  I don't wish that upon anyone.  I've had french toast and bacon this morning without any dire consequence, so I must be healed!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today will be filled with laundry and normal chores.  The kids and I might make a gingerbread house this evening after swimming.  If so, I'll post a picture tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113414580684142615?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113414580684142615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113414580684142615&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113414580684142615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113414580684142615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/whew.html' title='WHEW!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113409207339149368</id><published>2005-12-08T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:34:33.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Only one time in my life have I been this sick and that's when I had mastitis (inflammation of the milk ducts during nursing.)  I told Hubby this morning to please treat the kids well after I died.  This is how bad I felt.  I'm having just a moment here of non-shakiness.  I can feel more sickness coming on.  The moment has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is at Mass, celebrating the Immaculate Conception.   It is quiet here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE, PRAY FOR ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113409207339149368?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113409207339149368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113409207339149368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113409207339149368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113409207339149368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113397661783227670</id><published>2005-12-07T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T00:38:43.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun reading Penni's comments over at &lt;em&gt;martha martha&lt;/em&gt; that I wanted to do the same on this blog. Stories, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often,&lt;br /&gt;please post a comment with a&lt;br /&gt;COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME. I&lt;br /&gt;t can be anything you want--good or bad--&lt;br /&gt;BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.&lt;br /&gt;When you're finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified)&lt;br /&gt;about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.&lt;br /&gt;**big breath** have at it :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113397661783227670?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113397661783227670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113397661783227670&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113397661783227670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113397661783227670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113390242916811776</id><published>2005-12-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:53:50.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast of St. Nicholas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/stnicholas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/stnicholas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Feast of St. Nicholas is one of my favorites.  This evening we'll watch a video about him.    The kids will put out their shoes (which really should have been done last night but the kids were asleep before I remembered.)&lt;br /&gt;In the morning, their shoes will be filled with chocolate coins.  We are having a family over for supper, and,  in the spirit of giving, they will share a meal with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Nicholas Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;Jolly Old St. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;Lean your ear this way......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113390242916811776?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113390242916811776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113390242916811776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113390242916811776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113390242916811776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/feast-of-st-nicholas.html' title='Feast of St. Nicholas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113346873579977101</id><published>2005-12-01T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:25:39.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sally--The Younger Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone say, "Sally Jesse Raphael?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113346873579977101?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113346873579977101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113346873579977101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113346873579977101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113346873579977101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/sally-younger-years.html' title='Sally--The Younger Years'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113346859629106934</id><published>2005-12-01T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T12:23:16.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of 1910</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fourth grade daughter went to a place called Rose Hill for her day of "life in a one room school house" on Tuesday.  I went along and it was a lot of fun.  All of the children dressed as if it were 1910.  They had to take their authentic lunch of dried meats, homemade bread, fresh or dried fruits, etc.  They used quills with real ink and slate boards for their schoolwork.  The outside games were of that era, also---stilts, jump rope, etc.  There was even an outhouse----a one holer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun time, but it was on November 29, 2005, not January 17, 2003 as the date suggests.  Somebody, please break my camera!  That's the only way I'll ever get one that really works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1562.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1562.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113346859629106934?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113346859629106934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113346859629106934&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113346859629106934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113346859629106934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-in-life-of-1910.html' title='A Day in the Life of 1910'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113277685332444992</id><published>2005-11-23T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T12:14:13.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/smokedturkey_th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/smokedturkey_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving. Love and blessings to you and your families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113277685332444992?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113277685332444992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113277685332444992&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113277685332444992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113277685332444992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-you.html' title='To You'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113248997069172005</id><published>2005-11-20T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T04:32:50.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Home</title><content type='html'>First of all, look at the date on this picture.  My camera keeps changing it automatically, which is really strange.  Actually, this must be happening when the battery runs down.  So much for having a camera with the date on it----it never is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time at the swim competition.  This was a meet where my daughter was able to set her times on the events.  Now she'll have some numbers that will help her work towards qualifying times.  She came in first in her heat in the breaststroke.  This is her favorite stroke.  Coming in first in her heat means nothing more than she received a small prize for doing so.  We'll have to wait a week or so to see how she placed all-in-all, as there were several heats per event, with MANY swimmers.  She did very well yesterday and her coach was pleased.  Of course, I was proud and beaming.  That's what parents do!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long day.  Five hours of swim competition, two hours at the mall, then two hours of driving time to get home.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1528.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This does not include the nice long lunch that we took at Souper Salad.  I puffy heart Souper Salad!!!!  Is anyone here familiar with this restaurant?  If not, treat yourself and go.  'Tis good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Holy Sunday, everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the prayers for a safe trip.  I thought of you praying for me as I was driving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113248997069172005?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113248997069172005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113248997069172005&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113248997069172005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113248997069172005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-home.html' title='I&apos;m Home'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113234373353676715</id><published>2005-11-18T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T11:55:33.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly, Breaststroke, Backstroke, and Freestyle</title><content type='html'>Hey, cyber-friends,&lt;br /&gt;I am off to OKC for a swim competition for one of my girls. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be back tomorrow evening.  Until then, please cover us in prayer for&lt;br /&gt;a safe trip.  The older I get, the more I dislike highways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113234373353676715?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113234373353676715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113234373353676715&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113234373353676715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113234373353676715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/butterfly-breaststroke-backstroke-and.html' title='Butterfly, Breaststroke, Backstroke, and Freestyle'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113223029154701036</id><published>2005-11-17T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T04:24:51.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brrrrr...........</title><content type='html'>Okay, the warm weather has passed.  I'm COLD!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113223029154701036?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113223029154701036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113223029154701036&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113223029154701036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113223029154701036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/brrrrr.html' title='Brrrrr...........'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113192631065296313</id><published>2005-11-13T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T15:58:30.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Motherhood</title><content type='html'>The two youngest weren't as quiet as I'd have liked them to be in Mass today.  They weren't noisy, per se, but were very squirmy.   My 3-year-old daughter kept trying to look down the back of her brother's pants.  I guess she got what she was looking for as she stated, in normal toned voice, "I dug in Paul's butt.  Mommy, smell my hand!"  This is when we &lt;strong&gt;very quickly&lt;/strong&gt; retreated to the cry room.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily,  she told me before the sign of peace!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113192631065296313?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113192631065296313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113192631065296313&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113192631065296313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113192631065296313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/joys-of-motherhood.html' title='The Joys of Motherhood'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113191911560687975</id><published>2005-11-13T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T13:58:35.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day at the Park</title><content type='html'>Yesterday four of the kids and I went to the park at the local lake.  First, we stopped to feed the geese and the seagulls.  It was fun and not one of us stepped in goose stuff, which is always my main concern when getting back into the car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera still had the wrong date.  I just fixed that so my next post should show the correct dates, if I post photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't heard from Suzanne from Tonkawa lately.  Suzanne, how are you?  Call me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1458.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1458.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113191911560687975?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113191911560687975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113191911560687975&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113191911560687975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113191911560687975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-at-park.html' title='A Day at the Park'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113178769877663907</id><published>2005-11-12T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:41:09.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those things that I just had to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="113098537051500441"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy, Paste, answer:&lt;br /&gt;Have you Ever...1. smoked a cigar - yes&lt;br /&gt;2. crashed a friend's car - no&lt;br /&gt;3. stolen a car - no&lt;br /&gt;4. been in love - yes&lt;br /&gt;5. been dumped - yes&lt;br /&gt;6. dumped someone - yes&lt;br /&gt;7. taken shots of alcohol - yes&lt;br /&gt;8. been fired – no&lt;br /&gt;9. been in a fist fight - no&lt;br /&gt;10. snuck out of a/your house - yes&lt;br /&gt;11. had feelings for someone who didn't have them back - yes&lt;br /&gt;12. been arrested - NO!&lt;br /&gt;13. made out with a stranger - yes, but as a teenager with no parental control or direction&lt;br /&gt;14. gone on a blind date - no&lt;br /&gt;15. lied to a friend - yes&lt;br /&gt;16. had a crush on a teacher - doesn't everyone?&lt;br /&gt;18. seen someone die - yes&lt;br /&gt;19. been on a plane - yes&lt;br /&gt;20. thrown up in a bar - no&lt;br /&gt;22. miss someone right now - yes&lt;br /&gt;23. laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by - yes&lt;br /&gt;24. made a snow angel - yes&lt;br /&gt;25. played dress up - yes&lt;br /&gt;26. cheated while playing a game - yes, Candy Land&lt;br /&gt;27. been lonely - yes&lt;br /&gt;28. fallen asleep at work/school - no&lt;br /&gt;29. used a fake id - no&lt;br /&gt;30. felt an earthquake - no&lt;br /&gt;31. touched a snake - yes&lt;br /&gt;32. run a red light - yes&lt;br /&gt;33. had detention - yes, once for putting my panty hose over my head in choir.  Teach didn't like that!&lt;br /&gt;34. been in a car accident - yes, two in one day&lt;br /&gt;35. hated the way you look - yes&lt;br /&gt;36. been lost - yes&lt;br /&gt;37. been to the opposite side of the country - yes&lt;br /&gt;38. felt like dying - yes&lt;br /&gt;39.cried yourself to sleep - yes&lt;br /&gt;40.played cops and robbers - yes&lt;br /&gt;41 karaoke - yes&lt;br /&gt;42 done something you told yourself you wouldn't - yes&lt;br /&gt;43 laughed till some kind of beverage came out of your nose - yes&lt;br /&gt;44 caught a snowflake on your tongue - yes&lt;br /&gt;45 kissed in the rain - I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;46 sang in the shower - yes&lt;br /&gt;47 made love in a park - no, and why would I talk about such things??&lt;br /&gt;48 had a dream that you married someone - yes&lt;br /&gt;49. glued your hand to something - no&lt;br /&gt;50. got your tongue stuck to a flag pole - no&lt;br /&gt;51. worn the opposite sex's clothes - yes&lt;br /&gt;52. Been a cheerleader – yes&lt;br /&gt;53. sat on a roof top - yes&lt;br /&gt;54. talked on the phone all night - yes&lt;br /&gt;55. ever too scared to watch scary movies alone – yes&lt;br /&gt;56. played chicken fight - yes, but never lost at it&lt;br /&gt;59. been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on - yes&lt;br /&gt;60. been told you're hot by a complete stranger - umm, no&lt;br /&gt;61. broken a bone - no&lt;br /&gt;62. This question has been deleted on the basis of distaste, and if you happen to know that this question is, the answer is NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;63. dipped snuff? - this is disgusting, but I actually DID this once, on a dare&lt;br /&gt;64. lived overseas - no&lt;br /&gt;65. Ever passed out/fainted? - no&lt;br /&gt;66. blown bubbles in the wintertime - can't remember&lt;br /&gt;67. slept in your car? - no&lt;br /&gt;68. given money to a stranger? - yes&lt;br /&gt;69. forgotten your birthday? - no&lt;br /&gt;70. forgotten your best friend's birthday? - yes.&lt;br /&gt;71. been in the presence of the Pope or the President? - sadly, no&lt;br /&gt;71. failed a test? - no&lt;br /&gt;72. failed a class? - no&lt;br /&gt;73. accurately predicted a future event? - I don't think so&lt;br /&gt;74. slept overnight in a hospital without being a patient? - yes&lt;br /&gt;75. realized a dream? - yes&lt;br /&gt;76. called someone on the phone and forgot who you were calling or why you called them as soon as they answered? - yes, many times over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113178769877663907?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113178769877663907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113178769877663907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113178769877663907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113178769877663907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-of-those-things-that-i-just-had-to.html' title='One of those things that I just had to do'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113178622643516165</id><published>2005-11-12T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:03:46.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top O' The Morning</title><content type='html'>It is 2:45am and I've been awake for 15 minutes.  The phone rang at 2:30am with the wrong number.  Now, this sort of thing would normally not irritate me, but the person in which the call was intended, "Jeremy", gets calls here quite frequently.  I'm sorry that I have a number similar to "Jeremy's."  I do hope all is well with his family though.  I've already said a prayer for him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something rather strange happened today.  When I returned home from doing errands with the kids, I noticed something odd on my front porch.  A dog.  My son, Paul, came to me and asked, "Why is there a big dog by the front door?"  Since our mini doxie is only 7.5 pounds, I knew that "big" didn't describe our dog, so I went to investigate.  Sure enough, there was a half grown, but big, bird dog with its leash wrapped around the pole on the porch.  I tried to approach it several times to read the tags on its collar, but the scared pooch wouldn't let me near.  Hubby tried to get close, too, but was met with a snarl.  So, I just called the dog pound.  They came immediately.  I did get the dog catcher to give me the information on the dog's tag before he hauled the mutt to the pound.  I was afraid what would happen to the dog in a few days if the owner didn't claim it---------------Gulp.  Sure enough, the owner had been looking for the dog, and I felt horrible telling him that I'd called the dog catcher, but I did explain that I had no other choice.  He was happy to know where his dog was, and didn't seem irritated about having to pay to get it out of the pound.  I'm sure it costs around $40 to get a dog out of "lockup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girls and I watched two Lifetime movies today.  They were out of school today for Veteran's Day.  I cleaned up the house a little bit during commercials, but didn't really do much of anything but relax all day.  They needed to relax, too.  They go so hard all the time.  I didn't even ask them to do a single chore today.  It was just a completely lazy day and it was nice.  They did take the time to ride their bikes and scooters a few times and I watched.  I tried the scooter a few times, but decided that a trip to the emergency room would really put a dent in my Christmas budget, so I went back to just watching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113178622643516165?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113178622643516165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113178622643516165&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113178622643516165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113178622643516165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/top-o-morning.html' title='Top O&apos; The Morning'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113156239374971223</id><published>2005-11-09T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:55:15.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>History Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1427.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was PC History Day. This is an annual event put on by the Leadership PC Association.&lt;br /&gt;Phil portrays a man who was named Arthur Honnald. This lad ran in the land run with his father and brother. I portray a woman of the prairie. It is always a fun time. Here are some pics of Phil and me doing our thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113156239374971223?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113156239374971223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113156239374971223&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113156239374971223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113156239374971223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/history-day.html' title='History Day'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113155024126197738</id><published>2005-11-09T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T07:30:41.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Conversation with the Little Guy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Paul, age 4,  and I were cleaning out my suburban.  He accidentally locked the keys inside of the vehicle.  I couldn't find the extra set of keys, so I called OnStar to unlock it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever tried to explain OnStar services to a pre-schooler?  It is a very hard thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain, saying that the people would help us via the satellite.  That didn't work.  Through the radio.  He still didn't understand.  I finally said that the guy on the phone was going to help us.  Paul's reply to me, "Elvis is going to help us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband's wallpaper on his cell phone is a picture of Elvis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever said the King was dead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113155024126197738?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113155024126197738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113155024126197738&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113155024126197738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113155024126197738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-conversation-with-little-guy.html' title='Another Conversation with the Little Guy'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113149720168217742</id><published>2005-11-08T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T16:46:41.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversations with Kids</title><content type='html'>Me:  Let's go inside and get ready for baths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul (age 4): Can I take a shower with Phil (age 14)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul: Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, because Philip grew too old to take baths with other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul:  But, I have armpit hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm............................strange conversation, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113149720168217742?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113149720168217742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113149720168217742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113149720168217742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113149720168217742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/conversations-with-kids.html' title='Conversations with Kids'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113147878799140216</id><published>2005-11-08T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:39:48.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Al make a Visit to MySpirit</title><content type='html'>This has been on several different blogs.  I thought it cute and wanted to share.  You can find out how to make your own on Penni's blog-----martha martha.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/Einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/Einstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113147878799140216?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113147878799140216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113147878799140216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113147878799140216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113147878799140216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/old-al-make-visit-to-myspirit.html' title='Old Al make a Visit to MySpirit'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113146901529645569</id><published>2005-11-08T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T08:56:55.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bragging Rights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_0155.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_0155.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just have to take a minute to share with you my pride for this young man.  This guy, my oldest child, is such a great kid.  He is 14 and a freshman in high school.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night we had his team's soccer party here at the house.   He coaches his little brother's soccer team.  Those little guys truly love Philip.  He is so good with them and really taught them some good skills.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Philip does so much for others.  Tomorrow he and I will go downtown to the city square and portray characters from the 1860's.  We'll be telling what it was like during the land run.  Philip has been doing this once a year since he was 11.  He helps at Friendship Feast, an organization that feeds the hungry.  He sits on the Youth Leadership Board for his youth group.  He plays the saxophone, the trumpet, the piano, and wants a guitar for Christmas.  He is a soccer referee and has the training to ref classic and adult games, although he doesn't do that because most people that age can get REALLY grouchy! ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has a goal for his future.  He wants to become a Pharmacist.  He has done well to keep his grades up.  So well that he has earned four waivers from taking finals this week.  In one class he holds 106% average. In the other classes he has a 94%, a 96%, and a 93%.  So, he's working hard.  He finds time to do fun things too, like golf.  He likes golf a lot.  Too bad we can't afford membership to the Country Club as it is right across the street.  Literally, we can hear the balls being whacked from our porch.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, I know this is probably very boring, hearing a mom brag on her son, but for some reason today, I'm just full of pride for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113146901529645569?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113146901529645569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113146901529645569&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113146901529645569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113146901529645569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/bragging-rights.html' title='Bragging Rights'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113124144274034578</id><published>2005-11-05T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T17:44:02.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um.............WHERE?</title><content type='html'>Just for verification, the projections cream that I'm using is applied on the chest, upper arms, neck, stomach, etc. NOT where one might expect it to be applied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was having a conversation with my aunt this evening and she asked about where the cream had to be applied. I figured that if she was wondering, maybe some of you were, too. I never thought to provide this information in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, either way---------whether you were wondering or not-------I feel better, knowing that at least now you DO KNOW that I'm not applying it THERE everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, you men, now you can once again tell me that this is "way to much information."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soccer season is officially over here for the PC Soccer Association. One of the girls still has a classic tournament coming up, but no more Saturday games for the little kiddies. It has been so strange as the weather during Fall soccer is normally at least crisp. It was downright (is that a hillbilly term?) hot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hillbilly-------the kids and I were discussing heritage the other day. I explained that they were 1/4 Mexican because their grandmother (hubbies mom) is Mexican. They asked what heritage they got from me and my answer was "hillbilly." Of course, after the laughs, I told them about my great-grandparents being French from my grandmother's side and German from my grandfather's side. These are my mother's relatives. Now, my father's relatives come from the hills of Missouri and I have always called them HillBillies, not in a rude fashion, but just in a teasing sort of way. They fry tators. Actually, they fry almost everything. The food is good, don't get me wrong. VERY GOOD!! They have names (honest to pete) like Billy Ray, Billy Howard, Aint (instead of Aunt) Virdilla, etc. I kid you not. All the kids have nicknames in my father's family, except one.&lt;br /&gt;Orville was always called Hot Shot. Fred was always called Bullet. EC was Pistol. Roy was just Roy. Why he never received a nickname is a mystery, I guess. How fortunate that I was just always Lisa. I could have been named something MUCH worse, this I know. Thanks to my mother for having no HillBilly in HER blood. HA! My grandfather always has his shirt unbuttoned, showing his chest and belly. This is the only man that would look good this way. This is only because that's how&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I've always known him. His sons walk around like this, too. They don't look quite as good. I have a cousin who gets in trouble just so he can have three good meals a day and a place to stay, rent free, in jail. I love these people with all my heart. They don't fit my norms or most of societies norms, but they are a part of me and I love them very much. I talk to my grandmother about once a week. Grandpa always hollers from the other room that, "Grandpa loves you, Lise."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113124144274034578?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113124144274034578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113124144274034578&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113124144274034578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113124144274034578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/umwhere.html' title='Um.............WHERE?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113111527180917668</id><published>2005-11-04T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T06:41:11.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MIRACLE in HORMONES</title><content type='html'>I have been taking a natural, bio-identical progesterone cream and a progesterone tablet, daily, for 10 days.  I use the cream in the morning and take the pill before bed.  Well, how can I say this and really get the message to you-------I FEEL LIKE A NEW PERSON!!!!!  I have slept all night, every night, for the last 9 nights.  I hadn't slept all night long for probably over a year.  I wake up refreshed.  I AM NOT A RAGING BEAR to my family anymore.  I have the patience and love for them like I used to have when I was a young mother.  Bath time and noisy supper times do not send me over the edge.  My husband can make jokes and I don't automatically think he's being a turd.  I have the energy to go to Wal-Mart.  I used to absolutely despise going to the store, because I was so tired.  The house has been clean, I've been to the store three times, and I've been shopping twice (to Tulsa and to Wichita) since I've started on this cream.  If anyone is suffering like I was, PLEASE, you owe it to yourself to feel good again.  Progesterone may not be what you need, but if you feel like I did, then something is not right.  Okay, I'm off to do the laundry and dishes.  Whoo--Hoo!!!! I'm excited about the housework once again! ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113111527180917668?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113111527180917668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113111527180917668&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113111527180917668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113111527180917668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/miracle-in-hormones.html' title='THE MIRACLE in HORMONES'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113101822524571012</id><published>2005-11-03T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:43:45.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Humor</title><content type='html'>Check out this site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/view.pd?i=382219626&amp;m=1652"&gt;http://www.msn.americangreetings.com/view.pd?i=382219626&amp;amp;m=1652&lt;/a&gt;&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a cute little turkey song---------it will make your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113101822524571012?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113101822524571012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113101822524571012&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113101822524571012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113101822524571012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-humor.html' title='Thanksgiving Humor'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113073855608380423</id><published>2005-10-30T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:02:36.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Joining In</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Martha, Martha and to My Domestic Church for the idea of tracking my friendly bloggers.  Please, visit &lt;a href="http://frappr.com/myspirit"&gt;http://frappr.com/myspirit&lt;/a&gt; and add your information.  I'd love to see a whole bunch of "tacs" on my map.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113073855608380423?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113073855608380423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113073855608380423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113073855608380423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113073855608380423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-joining-in.html' title='I&apos;m Joining In'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113073757480005019</id><published>2005-10-30T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:46:14.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALEXA, WHERE ARE YOU?</title><content type='html'>Hey, Alexa,&lt;br /&gt;If you stop by, please give me your new blog address.  I've lost it and I'm missing you!  I'll be waiting to hear.  If anyone else has it, please share it with me.  Thanks!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113073757480005019?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113073757480005019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113073757480005019&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113073757480005019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113073757480005019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/alexa-where-are-you.html' title='ALEXA, WHERE ARE YOU?'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113073668620084791</id><published>2005-10-30T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:31:26.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naaaaaahh.</title><content type='html'>Check out this link.  Cute, but the horse with the "shhh, shhh, shhh" sound, the first horse, gives me the creeps.  It must be something from my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf"&gt;http://svt.se/hogafflahage/hogafflaHage_site/Kor/hestekor.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113073668620084791?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113073668620084791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113073668620084791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113073668620084791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113073668620084791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/naaaaaahh.html' title='Naaaaaahh.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113070554251602933</id><published>2005-10-30T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:52:23.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A GOOD LAUGH</title><content type='html'>I received this cute little joke from a friend of mine.  I hope it doesn't offend anyone.  It made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, waiting for the doctor to come into the room for the baby's first exam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The doctor arrived, checked the baby, and being a little concerned about his weight, asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Breast-fed" the woman replied.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, strip down to your waist," the doctor ordered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She did.  The doctor squeezed, pressed, kneaded, and rubbed her breasts in a detailed examination.  Motioning her to get dressed, he said, "No wonder this baby is under weight.  You're not producing any milk."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I know"  answered the woman, "I'm his grandma, but I'm sure glad I came!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND...................................How is YOUR Sunday?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113070554251602933?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113070554251602933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113070554251602933&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113070554251602933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113070554251602933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-laugh.html' title='A GOOD LAUGH'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113058742356536776</id><published>2005-10-29T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T05:03:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAND, BAND, and ONLY ONE MORE BAND</title><content type='html'>I'm off to Broken Arrow, Oklahoma, for the OBA band contest.  This is the LAST one for the year--thank the heavens!!!  Not that I don't love the band, the members, and the show they perform.  I'm just tired of having to travel (long trips every time) on the weekends.  Pray for my safe return, please.  Thanks and have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113058742356536776?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113058742356536776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113058742356536776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113058742356536776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113058742356536776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/band-band-and-only-one-more-band.html' title='BAND, BAND, and ONLY ONE MORE BAND'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113047420262317507</id><published>2005-10-27T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T21:36:42.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/cup%20with%20face.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/cup%20with%20face.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so I can get some empathy from someone, I'm going to post my day. To me today felt like a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:10am---wake up, BUT am able to get right back to sleep---I think the progesterone is working!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:20am--wake up for the day.&lt;br /&gt;6:40am--leave house to take oldest son to band practice. Tomorrow is the last day for early practices, Thanks Be To God!&lt;br /&gt;6:55am--return home and get other kids up (I didn't leave them alone; their dad was here)&lt;br /&gt;7:00am----3:15pm---normal, everyday things---school drop-offs, visit grandma, make necessary phone calls (today I had to call for volunteers for tomorrow's Fall Party), lunch, dishes, referee two pre-schoolers, yadda, yadda, yadda, fold 4 loads laundry, pick up kids from school.&lt;br /&gt;3:45pm--Here's where the fun begins on Thursdays. Drop off two girls for gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;4:10pm-Take oldest daughter to meet swim team car pool.&lt;br /&gt;ALL MORNING AND AFTERNOON: pray for oldest son who is trying out for high school basketball team today&lt;br /&gt;5:45pm--pick up gymnists, wait in car and watch video at car pool pick up spot until&lt;br /&gt;6:20pm--pick up swimmer from car pool&lt;br /&gt;6:25pm-return home. Feed kids something-----they picked chili and/or frito chili pie. Just left-overs, so not much to go around.&lt;br /&gt;7:00pm-drop off oldest daughter at high-stepping class&lt;br /&gt;7:10pm-pick up oldest son and two friends from band practice (oldest son had a 12 hour day---band, school, basketball tryouts, then another band practice from 5pm-7pm) and take friends home (it was my day to carpool for band) Learn that son made the high-school golf team!! Yeah!! Also find out that he has good enough grades to opt out of his trimester finals in EVERY class he has!!! Yeah for that, too!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;8:00pm-pick up oldest daughter from high-steppers&lt;br /&gt;8:10--order pizza (because one bowl of left over chili wasn't enough for everyone and I had nothing else planned. My bad!) and bathe three kids&lt;br /&gt;8:35- drive to pick up pizza.&lt;br /&gt;8:50---everyone at table for pizza. Everyone is too tired to even get drinks, so we all just sit there and gripe about how thirsty we all are. fun.&lt;br /&gt;9:05---kids getting ready for bed----teeth brushing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;9:45--finally get kids in bed, all except the two oldest. Oldest son is completing homework, and oldest daughter has broken her orthodontic appliance so she couldn't enjoy the pizza. I'm out the door to get her a milkshake because I feel guilty she's not eating anything ( and a little worried because she's 12 years old and only weighs 70 pounds. She HAS to eat something----the ortho appointment isn't until next Wed.)&lt;br /&gt;11:00pm---Me---in my pajamas. Contacts out. Start load of laundry. Think about picking up family room, but it was just done yesterday and will get messy again tomorrow, so why even bother? I'll clean it tomorrow. I just hope I don't have the occasion to wish I had it clean in the middle of the night. This will be my luck.&lt;br /&gt;Good-night, folks. After reading this, I'm sure you're now as tired as I. I really dislike Thursdays!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113047420262317507?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113047420262317507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113047420262317507&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113047420262317507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113047420262317507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-so-i-can-get-some-empathy-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113045749274684415</id><published>2005-10-27T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:58:12.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS!</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when the three-year-old gives the pedicure.  I should have thought twice when I agreed to let her put lotion on my feet.  Thank goodness is was on the kitchen floor and not the living room carpet!&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113045749274684415?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113045749274684415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113045749274684415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113045749274684415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113045749274684415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/oops.html' title='OOPS!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113035024179334917</id><published>2005-10-26T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T11:14:58.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HANG 'EM High</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1366.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS is why I think that the maker of Play-Doh should be hung by his toenails.  It had to have been a man because it is obvious that no woman would have invented this stuff. How am I going to get this dark blue Play-Doh out of my daughter's new, light pink shirt???????????????&lt;br /&gt;Growl, Frown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113035024179334917?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113035024179334917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113035024179334917&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113035024179334917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113035024179334917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/hang-em-high.html' title='HANG &apos;EM High'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-113034840593129913</id><published>2005-10-26T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:40:06.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A Long Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that I've not posted anything since last Wednesday. I think this is my record amount of time between posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my youngest to the pumpkin patch today with her preschool class. It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;She picked out a pumpkin, visited the petting zoo (gag!), and had a hayrack ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did most of my housework before I took the kids to school this morning, so this afternoon holds nothing but a few loads of laundry, one soccer practice, and making supper. I think I'll make a pot of chili. Ummmm................sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone???????????????????/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-113034840593129913?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/113034840593129913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=113034840593129913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113034840593129913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/113034840593129913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s Been A Long Time'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112978006055031924</id><published>2005-10-19T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:47:40.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog-Gone It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_12461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_12461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today my daughter threw a birthday party for her dog.  Ginger is 1 dog year old this month.  It was a hoot!  There were so many people here, it was like one of the kids having a party.  Grandpa came.  He's pictured.  2 of my sisters-in-law came with their children.  So, with us, there were 14 people here for Ginger's party.  They brought gifts (on their own accord, unexpected) and we all had a chocolate brownie and ice cream.  The kids played and two of the cousins ended up spending the night.  It's almost 11pm and only a few kiddos are asleep.  It's Fall Break here with the schools, so there is no strict bedtime tonight.  Although, I'm getting rather sleepy, so it won't be long until lights out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_12471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_12471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I was embarrassed to tell the cake decorator at Wal-Mart that I wanted paw prints on the brownie.  She didn't even ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_12591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_12591.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ginger enjoyed opening her gifts.  I think she could smell the rawhide in the sack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_12541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_12541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Grandpa had a fun time.  He's such a great guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112978006055031924?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112978006055031924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112978006055031924&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112978006055031924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112978006055031924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/dog-gone-it.html' title='Dog-Gone It'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112966092345385414</id><published>2005-10-18T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T11:42:03.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen.............God is Talking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1245.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received a call from a new friend of mine, who also happens to be a frequent reader, if not commenter here. She was going to be in town and was going to stop by for a visit. This was wonderful news and I was very pleased to have heard from her. She is a beautiful person and does so much for my soul when she's near. I truly believe that some friends are brought together not by worldly circumstance, but by the greater intentions of God. This friend is this type of friend-----a Godly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if I was going to be blessed with company, I had a lot of work to do in a short time. Too bad I wait until company is to arrive before I clean the house. I have a favorite item, pictured above, that sits on my mantle. It is an arrangement of three women, gathered in prayer, with the scripture, "Where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them". As I was cleaning the mantle, decluttering and dusting, I noticed that one of the women was turned away from the group. This made me immediately stop and take notice------not only of the woman turned away, but of the state of my soul. As I stood there, dust cloth in hand, reflecting on this woman, I began a conversation with God.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Lord, that is me. I have turned away from you for way too long. I neglect my time with you. Please, forgive me. I will be a better woman. I'm sorry I've been so far from you."&lt;br /&gt;These feelings came because of my guilt, I guess. I used to be so diligent---reading the Gospel daily, daily Mass, Rosary, Adoration. Then I had two children 12 months apart and my world changed. I had no time for daily Mass and was so tired that I'd fall asleep during my prayers. Then, what was once daily routine became things that were done few and far between, and a Rosary here and there is not quite cutting the mustard.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the house was clean and I'd had my shower. I sat down at this computer to check my email. There were no comments from any bloggers on my email, so I checked my husband's email--------this is an address that we used to share and I still get some emails there. Now, you have to understand something. Everyday, on both of the email addresses, I receive two emails that contain the daily Gospel. One is from "The Daily Gospel" and one is from "Regnum Christi." Since I'd seen that woman facing away on the mantle, and I saw that I had an email containing the Gospel, I chose to open up the email from Regnum Christi. The Gospel today was Luke 10:1-9. I read it and then read the reflection that the priest had written about today's Gospel. Now, remember, I could have opened any other email today. I could have opened the one from "The Daily Gospel", but I didn't. As I was reading this reflection, here is what was written, &lt;em&gt;"The Lord sent the 72 in 'pairs.' They doubled up. Why? There may be several reasons for us to reflect on. First, Jesus goes with them and, indeed, goes with us when we do his work in pairs: 'Where two or three are gathered in my name, I am there among them."&lt;/em&gt; WHAT??? Okay, Lord, I'm listening!! I had goosebumps and tears in my eyes. God is so good.&lt;br /&gt;Who am I that God would come to me today with an open invitation to get back "in the good" with Him? Well, I don't know the answer to that, but I do know, especially after today, that I am not in control. I'm going to once again, release the wheel to the one that is actually steering the boat, and work to keep this ship afloat, sailing on the open abundance of the grace that is mine for the asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112966092345385414?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112966092345385414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112966092345385414&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112966092345385414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112966092345385414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/listengod-is-talking.html' title='Listen.............God is Talking'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112950230785545992</id><published>2005-10-16T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:38:27.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a little "freak" session.  Isn't it nice when moms set a good example?  I thought maybe we would go and pick something up for supper, but on the way, there was so much bickering going on that I just snapped.  I yelled at the kids of being ungrateful, sassy, disrespectful&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, etc. etc.  I said we were going straight home and would eat something there---they didn't deserve to have the treat of eating out.  I bagged on the fact that I had to shell out money for gymnastics, swimming, golf, soccer, blah, blah, blah...........and they all had money, but never offered to pay when they wanted to have a meal out.  Yes, I was a real hag, I admit, but that happens in my world sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO...............I started to feel guilty and thought I would give everyone a little fun.  I made soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, a pitcher of Tang, spread some blankets out on the deck, and served them their supper out there.  It was really fun, eating under the stars with warm soup in our bellies.  It made up for the fit I threw.  Well, maybe not made up for it, but made everyone feel better anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112950230785545992?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112950230785545992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112950230785545992&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112950230785545992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112950230785545992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112940498507952957</id><published>2005-10-15T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:38:58.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left Hook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/boxer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/boxer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is, "Ouch!"&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about this at &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/"&gt;http://news.yahoo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he makes enough money to pay the dentist bills?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112940498507952957?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112940498507952957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112940498507952957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112940498507952957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112940498507952957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/left-hook.html' title='Left Hook'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112929905786822563</id><published>2005-10-14T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T07:10:57.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!!</title><content type='html'>I live for the weekends!  No, not because I'm a party animal-------I can't even  imagine what a hangover would feel like at my age----but, because I love for my children to be home.  I like lazy Saturday mornings.  I can't wait until its cold enough to have a fire in the fireplace.  I have a fireplace in my kitchen and it's so nice to have breakfast there on a cold morning.  Friday evenings are for high school football----John over at Catholic Packer Fan will surely be proud that I've softened my stance on football.  It is actually enjoyable, and since it is chilly now, the cheerleaders are dressed modestly, so I don't have to worry about that.  Things like that bother me--mid-drifts, bellybuttons, and too much thigh showing.  I like to teach my daughters to be an attraction, not a distraction.  I love this little saying, don't you "an attraction, not a distraction."  I heard this from a talk given at a modesty fashion show last month.   Modesty is something that is not easy to teach this day and age----skin is everywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here, I feel like a kid trying to get out of her chores.  Everytime I hear Hubby's footsteps coming down the stairs, I jump off of this chair and act like I'm doing some much needed chore.  I have managed to fold all of the laundry this morning, but I still need to vacuum and do the breakfast dishes.  I don't want to be caught loafing this morning.  HA!  This is because he's getting ready to paint the back of the house and I feel guilty with him working and me typing.  If the house was spotless, I wouldn't feel guilty, but of course, it isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112929905786822563?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112929905786822563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112929905786822563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112929905786822563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112929905786822563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112891837903280143</id><published>2005-10-09T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:26:19.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday at My House</title><content type='html'>Today was a very nice day here.  The temp held in the 60's. &lt;br /&gt;First, the family and I went to Mass at 9:30am, then we all went to RE (Religious Education.)  I co-teach the 2nd grade, like I've said before, and at the same time, some of my kiddos attend their own classes.  The boys (Hubby and our two sons) went grocery shopping while the rest of us were in RE.  We all met back at home for a quick lunch, then it was off to a soccer game.&lt;br /&gt;Next, we returned home and the kids played, some of the family watched the NASCAR race, and I decluttered the computer desk and a bookshelf as I was looking for an important paper-----never found it.   Then, we all went outside to play.  I surprised the kids by getting my bulk onto the trampoline.  I am POSITIVE I helped the neighbors have a good Sunday, too!! I was laughing just thinking of what I must look like.  I actually think older people, (anyone above age, let's say, 14) in general, look absolutely idiotic on a trampoline.  The bounce and the motion to move the legs just don't coordinate anymore.  There's sompin' 'bout it, just ain't pretty.  We had a family football game----4 on 4.  I think my team won, but I'm not sure.  Hubby prepared some things on the back of the house.  He might start painting it tomorrow.  We found a dead snake and caught a huge spider in a jar.  A GREAT day!!  After we grabbed a bite for supper, the two oldest kiddos went to their RE class.  Finally, it was baths and bedtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to start another week!  Here's what I have planned for supper this week:&lt;br /&gt;1) Taco Salad 2) Grilled Salmon 3) Vegetable Soup 4) Hamburgers on Grill 5) Chicken 6)Potato Soup 7)Sunday is the meal at Grandma's.  These are in no particular order.   My true desire is to have meatless Fridays, but that doesn't always happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a luncheon on Tuesday and besides that, it's just crazy as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up with you this week?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112891837903280143?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112891837903280143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112891837903280143&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112891837903280143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112891837903280143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunday-at-my-house.html' title='Sunday at My House'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112872205075294579</id><published>2005-10-07T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:54:10.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, It Works</title><content type='html'>Okay, for some reason I've not been able to log into my all last evening and all day today.&lt;br /&gt;I had to post something new in order to see the blog.  Strange, huh?  Does anyone know what this is all about?  Actually, I thought the Master Blogger had deleted me because of my rather "graphic" post earlier.  I'm glad to see that I'm still "allowed" in cyber space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the doc today and she gave me the progesterone cream and capsules.  I'm so excited to begin this hormone.  I have to wait a few weeks to begin, but that's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to the homecoming game.  Philip is in the band and they are performing a new routine at half time tonight.  It's pretty chilly, but this is very welcomed after that hot, hot summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm off to Tulsa to watch Philip in a band competition.  Steve, if you were by chance visiting your old stomping grounds, our families could meet.  I'm guessing that's not happening, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend, everyone.  May peace and happiness be yours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112872205075294579?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112872205075294579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112872205075294579&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112872205075294579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112872205075294579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/okay-it-works.html' title='Okay, It Works'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112872157749833306</id><published>2005-10-07T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T14:46:17.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><content type='html'>Testing.  Is anyone there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112872157749833306?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112872157749833306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112872157749833306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112872157749833306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112872157749833306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/testing.html' title='Testing'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112861264613247561</id><published>2005-10-06T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:30:46.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Has Arrived!</title><content type='html'>Today is a very chilly day, here in northern Oklahoma.  The air has changed---it feels thicker, it smells different.  The leaves make a different sound in the wind.  I LOVE Fall.  I have a huge sugar maple that is brilliant when it changes.  I'll be sure and take a snapshot when it turns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fighting a nasty upper respiratory infection since Monday.  I feel like I've been sick for weeks-----first my back and knee, now my chest and head.  I don't like feeling sick and I usually don't get sick, but it sure has me down.  I've not seen this much green since the grass began to sprout last Spring, if you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking for sympathy, I just wanted everyone to know why I have been absent from my blog.  I've checked my email and responded to a dear friend's new blog, but other than that, I've not even felt like sitting at the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my GYN appointment tomorrow---------------------WHOO HOO!!!  Okay, I'm sorry to gross you out, but I'm actually EXCITED about going.  I've not been for a check up of this sort since before my last baby was born and she's almost 31/2.  So, it's long overdue.  Now, I'm not necessarily looking forward that that cold speculum, but I AM very excited about getting a prescription for progesterone.  I got my results back from my saliva test and the recommendation back from the lab in Houston, so all I have to do is get a prescription and I'll be on my way to feeling better.  My progesterone level is WAY low.  Normal ranges are 100-600, and mine is at 17.  NO WONDER I'm a bear.  I'll be back to my lovely ways very soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get ready for an appointment like this, I remember a funny story that I heard a few years ago.  I have no idea if it's true of if it is fiction, but it is funny, none the less.  A woman received a telephone call from her GYN, asking if she could come to her scheduled, yearly exam now, instead of tomorrow, as the doctor had been called and would have to be out of town the next day.  The woman was in the middle of cleaning the house, but didn't want to miss her appointment, as it had been scheduled several months in advance.  She didn't have time to "prepare" for this type of appointment as she would have liked, but she did have time to grab the washcloth off of the bathroom counter and give herself a quick "sponge" bath before she went.  She was perplexed when the doctor commented, during the exam, that it was nice of her to "dress up" for the occasion.  She had no idea what he meant until she was home.  She had to use the bathroom and noticed that her undies were full of glitter.  She had inadvertantly grabbed the washcloth that her daughter had used the night before to clean up her craft/glitter mess.  The doctor thought this was just for him!! hahahahahahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured, I'll remember this and use CLEAN  linens when I "prepare" for my appointment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112861264613247561?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112861264613247561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112861264613247561&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112861264613247561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112861264613247561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/fall-has-arrived.html' title='Fall Has Arrived!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112829522639786630</id><published>2005-10-02T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T16:20:26.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Creatures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday there was a big thunderstorm here. My family and I were at the soccer field when it hit. As we returned home, we noticed that there was a little bird that had fallen out of the tree. It's nest was torn up, laying next to it. Of course, the kids wanted to rescue it. They were too scared, so I had to be the hero. Gag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in religious education class, we taught the kids about St. Francis. I thought taking the bird would be perfect to go along with today's lesson. PLUS, we had already planned to make bird feeders using pinecones, peanut butter, and bird seed----great timing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we had the kids outside making their birdfeeders, the bird crawled out of the towel I had it in and went under a big pine tree. They all witnessed this and thought it was really "cool." I really thought it wonderful to have a live visual to enhance today's lesson. The bird picked that time to wonder away. It had been in the towel for almost 24 hours and hadn't moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112829522639786630?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112829522639786630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112829522639786630&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112829522639786630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112829522639786630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/10/gods-creatures.html' title='God&apos;s Creatures'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112804493801908442</id><published>2005-09-29T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T19:06:04.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>The previous post has led me to write this post about birthdays. Let's share some fun facts about our birthdays. Mine is October 4th---Feast of St. Francis. BUT, the funny thing about my birthday being on this particular feast is that the song, "The Prayer of St. Francis" has been my favorite for years----before I even knew that my birthday was on his feast. Coincidence??&lt;br /&gt;I was born in 1970, which means I'LL BE 35 next week. ------------sigh-------------.&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting in my 4th grade classroom, wearing a black velvet shirt with a gold velvet stripe, when President Ronald Reagan was shot. I remember the smell of marajuana on my step-father------------obviously, I was raised in the 1970's. One of my favorite childhood memories is the song, "Band on the Run." I remember having ONE birthday "party" as a child--for my 11th birthday. Children these days have a party every year. I remember what I got on that birthday---a make-your-own-makeup set, a training bra and panties from my grandmother, and a Simon Says electronic game. We went for pizza and roller skating. The friends that were there were Michelle Stahl and Heather Something. My husband makes my birthday cakes. The kids always make homemade cards.  I usually get exactly what I've written down on my "wish list."  I make things simple---new pot holders, new dishcloths, non-stick skillet, you know, really "fun" gifts!  ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, do tell about YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112804493801908442?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112804493801908442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112804493801908442&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112804493801908442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112804493801908442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112802199360928224</id><published>2005-09-29T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T12:26:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I had to get a gift today for my 4-yr-old to give at a friend's birthday tomorrow.  There is really not much one can buy under $10 that's of any "worth."  Actually,  there's not much worth giving until one gets up into the $15 range.    WELL---what do you think of this little basket below?  I made this today.  I wanted to give a gift that the friend will really like, and yes, I wanted to impress the parents a little bit, too ---wink----.  This cost me approx $8 to make.  It took about 30 minutes, and I think it looks really cute.  On one card I wrote, "Happy Birthday, Thomas" and on the other I wrote (actually copied from a greeting card), "There will be many occasions to celebrate as this precious life unfolds......Today is just one of the wonderful joys God's loving purpose holds!"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112802199360928224?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112802199360928224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112802199360928224&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112802199360928224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112802199360928224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/09/candy-basket.html' title='Candy Basket'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112793001758124985</id><published>2005-09-28T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T12:55:35.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's To Good Health</title><content type='html'>Today I am so excited about my future good health. I recently received the results from my saliva test. My results showed that I am very low in progesterone. Normal levels are 100-600. My level is at 24. Yikes!! No wonder I've been feeling so rotten for the last several years. Progesterone, I've found via my research, is the "miracle" to feeling good and achieving optimum health. My suggestion to anyone who is on a synthetic hormone-------you're playing with fire, so please do more research. Please, visit salivatest.com and research ways to make yourself better. Natural hormone replacement is the way to go. Your body will love you for it!!! So, I received my results. I've taken an indepth survey of my symptoms and my physical health. My survey and my test results will be faxed today to a lab in Houston and I will have recommendations on natural hormones that my body needs to take to my GYN appointment next week. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/cell_static.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/cell_static.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is only the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ordered GlycoNurtients from a company called MannaTech. You can go to their website at &lt;a href="http://www.mannatech.com"&gt;www.mannatech.com&lt;/a&gt; and see what I'm talking about. For the body to be healthy, the cells must communicate. Our cells, these days, don't communicate because we are lacking in so many sugars, etc. I'm talking about good sugars here, not granulated, powered, Splenda, or Nutrasweet. Our bodies need 8 essential sugars to be in optimum cell communication, and most normal adults only get 2. This is because of the pesticides that we get on store bought veggies/fruits and because of all of the antibiotics we're ingesting from store bought, grain feed, meats.   I don't think I'm going to plant a Fall Garden or go out and buy a Black Angus, but I have to start somewhere, and I'm positive these supplements will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready to feel good once again. I'm am way too young to feel this damned old (Garth Brook's song lyrics there.) I'm going to purchase a book titled "The Pericone Prescription", which talks about the rights ways to eat to help with the early aging things.  Not that aging in itself is a bad thing, but so many are aging so early these days because of all of the toxins within our bodies.  I'm going to start following a glycemic diet. I'm going to the health store today and get a bottle each of B-Complex and Total Omega 3,6,9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all sounds crazy, I know.  BUT, I WANT TO FEEL HEALTHY!!  I'll let you know how I feel in one month.  Then you might want to jump on the bandwagon, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112793001758124985?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112793001758124985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112793001758124985&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112793001758124985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112793001758124985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/09/heres-to-good-health.html' title='Here&apos;s To Good Health'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112788555739882581</id><published>2005-09-27T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:32:37.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinks and Knots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/chiropractorsmall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/chiropractorsmall1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ouch!!  My back is out.  Isn't is funny how one small place in the body is painful and the whole body is affected?  My back is hurting, so I'm walking in such a way as to "baby" the pain, which in turn has made my knee hurt from the position I'm walking.  I will have to go to the chiropractor tomorrow.   This is the time that a wife and mother needs a maid.  How am I going to do dishes, laundry, meals, and pick up toys with my back out?   I was going to invite my new friend, Suzanne, and her family over for supper this week.  Looks like this will not happen.  I've not forgotten you, Suzanne!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm going to go raid the medicine cabinet and see if I can find some old pain medication.  I'm sure there is some left from my cesarean, but that was over three years ago.  I guess it will either be no good, or it will be very potent.  I'll hope for the latter and take two!  Ibuprofen did no good earlier.  Where is a drug dealer when I need one?    You know, as I typed that last sentence, I wondered where people really do get drugs.  I would have no idea where or whom to go if I wanted to buy illegal drugs.   How do teenagers get drugs?  How do they know who has them?  I guess they are wiser to the world than I.  Isn't it sad that people waste good, hard working time on making and distributing illegal drugs?  I'm sure it all comes down to money.  Why am I even writing about this?  How silly and boring!!!!  Who really cares???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Speaking of "who really cares,"  I had a phone call from our parish Director of Religious Education today, asking if any of my second grade 1st Communion Students had carrots this weekend during Sunday morning RE (CCD) classes.  No, they didn't.  This director received a call this morning from someone at the Catholic  school, where the RE classes are held, and the janitor found chewed up carrot pieces in one of the bathroom sinks.  The DRE was called on this, as it might have been one of the RE students who did this.  They are making a stink about chewed up carrots in a sink?????  I literally asked him, after discussing where my students had gone during the hour that I had them, "Really, Ron, who really cares?  It's a carrot."  Why try to find out who spit out a carrot????????????  Ignorance really annoys me.  So does my lower spine.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112788555739882581?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112788555739882581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112788555739882581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112788555739882581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112788555739882581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/09/kinks-and-knots.html' title='Kinks and Knots'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112779209171961255</id><published>2005-09-26T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:34:51.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frito Chili Pie</title><content type='html'>Here's my meal lineup for the week.  I'm very good at keeping the "family" meal under $10.  So good that I'm getting ready to try to get a cookbook published.  I know how hard it is to get published, so I'll try a cookbook before my novel.  I think it's really quite thrifty to feed a family of 8 for under $10.  I like thrifty, don't you?  And, hey, if I can get something published, I can afford some steak once in a while! ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday--Frito Chili Pie (no, not nutritious, but fast as there were lots of activities today)&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday--Chicken fajitas&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday--Taco Salad&lt;br /&gt;Thursday--Hamburger Stew&lt;br /&gt;Friday--Potato Soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your kitchen table?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112779209171961255?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112779209171961255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112779209171961255&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112779209171961255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112779209171961255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/09/frito-chili-pie.html' title='Frito Chili Pie'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112770443507353446</id><published>2005-09-25T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T20:13:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that DO NOT belong in your purse</title><content type='html'>I think I have strep throat.  My throat hurts pretty bad and I'm not known to get one unless it's strep.  I guess I'll be off to the doctor tomorrow for some antibiotics.  To make things worse, I have a popcorn hull stuck right on the place that's sore.  I have been making horrible throat noises all day trying to dislodge this annoying little friend.  My kids keep looking at me, and have made some comments on how gross I sound, but it is bugging me pretty bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Mass I couldn't concentrate for fear that one of the little ones was going to get into my purse when I was not watching them.  This was because I noticed, while looking for a tissue, that I had forgotten to take out the underwear I had put in there last week.  Clean, of course!!  I left my purse while I had to go up front to get a blessing for being a catechist, and my heart was thumping very heavily as I returned to  my seat, wondering if they had found my undies while I was away.  One time my oldest used one of my breast pads as the missal bookmark.  Today, the underwear would have been much more embarrassing than that.  I can promise you, someone would have had my underwear on their head if they would have found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112770443507353446?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112770443507353446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112770443507353446&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112770443507353446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112770443507353446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/09/things-that-do-not-belong-in-your.html' title='Things that DO NOT belong in your purse'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112753333437438586</id><published>2005-09-23T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:42:14.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Cooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/1600/000_1041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2358/1381/320/000_1041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristyn and her friend asked to make cookies tonight-----all by themselves.  They are ages 9 and 10, so I agreed.  I was so pleased and surprised when I saw the finished product---aren't they beautiful?  I couldn't wait to try one, and just as quickly, I couldn't wait to spit it out as they confused 1/4 tsp. salt for 1/4 cup salt.  &lt;br /&gt;G-A-G!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karyn lost another tooth tonight.  It was very dramatic---crying, tears, the whole bit.  Now she's thrilled, as I knew she would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112753333437438586?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112753333437438586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112753333437438586&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112753333437438586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112753333437438586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/09/first-time-cooks.html' title='First Time Cooks'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15050027.post-112748465538225456</id><published>2005-09-23T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T07:10:55.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Hi!  I think I'll begin my post with a funny I heard this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the husband finally died his wife put the usual death notice in the paper, but added that he died of gonorrhea.  No sooner were the papers delivered when a friend of the family phoned and complained bitterly, "You know very well that he died of diarrhea, not gonorrhea."  Replied the widow, "I nursed him night and day so, of course, I know he died of diarrhea, but I thought it would be better for posterity to remember him as a great lover rather than the big turd he always was."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to do today, but I'm having trouble getting motivated.  I didn't sleep well last night.  I fell asleep on the couch and Hubby didn't wake me up when he went to bed---or maybe he tried and I don't remember.  I woke up at about 2:30am and went to bed.  Then about an hour after, I woke up to Kathryn beside me and my back hurting, so I sat in the recliner in my room to sleep.  I woke up later with Paul and the dog in my lap.  I moved Paul to my bed and I tried to lay back down, but with four people in one bed, one cannot sleep very well.  I woke up at 4:30am and went downstairs and watched the happenings with Hurricane Rita and finally fell asleep just to be awakened by Hubby coming downstairs on his way out to work at 5:15am.  I did go back to sleep, but only for a short time when Philip woke up to get ready for band, which I took him to at 6:40am.  SOOO---this is my excuse for not hopping right up and starting the daily duties.  I'm way too old for a night like that.  I think this is why God makes it harder for women of my age to get pregnant---our bodies are too old and used to be getting up every hour with a babe.  Only a few select are chosen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is everyone?  I haven't posted for five days.  I kind of lost that addictive feeling for wanting to be on the computer.  I think this is a good thing, but I do "miss" the people that comment here and whose blogs I read.  Actually, it's probably not losing the want to be on the computer, I'm just so darned busy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15050027-112748465538225456?l=thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/feeds/112748465538225456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15050027&amp;postID=112748465538225456&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112748465538225456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15050027/posts/default/112748465538225456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisismyblogmyspirit.blogspot.com/2005/09/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02933512242731991351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
