tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44887621169469502112024-03-13T20:06:24.716-04:00This Organized ChaosHe said "I'll be the dirt and you be the flower". So this is how it bloomed.Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-57818735390065138852010-02-08T13:57:00.003-05:002010-02-08T14:02:59.408-05:00Are you still buying bottled water?Maybe this will change your mind.<br /><br /><object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxNqzAHGXvs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxNqzAHGXvs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br />I have not purchased bottled water in over 2 years or so. It was so disturbing to see this video. I hope after watching it you will change your shopping habits as well.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-20673123842617697222010-01-24T19:24:00.003-05:002010-01-24T20:11:35.995-05:00Random but important<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7SpCTv3xezL71lg551kQnkSogfubKYqyMo25O8u4icsnYskoQEmx80htWXHVGwKyXTEFo-rEM-AZFSD6-bPL1tiHZsAFZNJxoa7gOiOEV7v8odpx2rS7jPxr_f34e9M4agALInYPidyR/s1600-h/rain.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 88px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7SpCTv3xezL71lg551kQnkSogfubKYqyMo25O8u4icsnYskoQEmx80htWXHVGwKyXTEFo-rEM-AZFSD6-bPL1tiHZsAFZNJxoa7gOiOEV7v8odpx2rS7jPxr_f34e9M4agALInYPidyR/s400/rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430478789899754642" border="0" /></a>Can you hear Ray Charles singing that song? It's been raining for what seems like 40 days and 40 nights here in Georgia. The rain is pouring for hours at a time. The dogs are cooped up in the garage, the kids have been indoors for days and I think Kyra has cabin fever.<br /><br />I'm preparing for Halle's school day tomorrow and we are progressing quite well I think. He are having to begin at the beginning of the 4th grade because her Montessori education did not exactly meet her needs. She really needed the one on one. For instance, in math when she is reading a number that has more than 4 digits she was reading it like this...4-5-three hundred and twenty-two (45, 322). I had to review place value and used manipulative's like the small blocks that are together in sets of ones, tens and hundreds. We worked hard and now she's got it! She is now reading numbers in the billions. I'm very excited about her potential.<br /><br />Church was good today and there was a full house even though the weather was bad.<br /><br />Please be praying for Tony. He had an interview for a job and we heard from a little birdy that he will be made an offer. We are hoping that tomorrow he will get a call.<br /><br />It's Sunday and I love quiet Sundays like this after church, about to have dinner and the kids are winding down and preparing for tomorrow and bedtime. It's quiet and I can hear Wesley putting his guitar away that he's been playing all afternoon into the evening.<br /><br />With the new week beginning I hope it goes smoothly:)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-41563209233815607912010-01-18T10:03:00.004-05:002010-01-18T10:13:13.801-05:00Happy Birthday to ya..MLK<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dhIDCUxY_DJffcL2mnB21PH98cCDHAqjpFMV3PDURhU38YNePJGOU9ZJ8Ys4hPXYb5A2zbElpTjqDSgZCk2sn9-0a-r6QC-XqOLhnHTXBSMVzxvHrmdFUMr9WZcOXBMKAfh4VOTgn8tj/s1600-h/MLK.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1dhIDCUxY_DJffcL2mnB21PH98cCDHAqjpFMV3PDURhU38YNePJGOU9ZJ8Ys4hPXYb5A2zbElpTjqDSgZCk2sn9-0a-r6QC-XqOLhnHTXBSMVzxvHrmdFUMr9WZcOXBMKAfh4VOTgn8tj/s400/MLK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428098092417088546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">It would be interesting to learn how others are spending MLK day. Today my family is going to the Bishop's Storehouse to work in the soup kitchen or prepare food boxes for the needy. There's a lot of work to be done. I want the children to have a servants heart like Martin Luther King did. What are you doing today with your children or if you do not have children please share what you are doing today?</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-14976229925560834012010-01-13T06:14:00.001-05:002010-01-13T06:15:39.074-05:00Looking back at 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkE50o0eB3KHgDHWYsnW6Xsi2AOy63Hgu7EHlT62awwt0cRM-wle4gqyJArAOJEJjBERc5MlIbrrg-_NVt_tdIRngUdoqjb3_B6rjd_u3JNCIFeIWI0s9xgZ1TK9jw0dEIy4YJeudB_t2-/s1600-h/2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkE50o0eB3KHgDHWYsnW6Xsi2AOy63Hgu7EHlT62awwt0cRM-wle4gqyJArAOJEJjBERc5MlIbrrg-_NVt_tdIRngUdoqjb3_B6rjd_u3JNCIFeIWI0s9xgZ1TK9jw0dEIy4YJeudB_t2-/s400/2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421609380124095794" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >I can’t say that I am unhappy to see 2009 leave us.<span style=""> </span>It has been a tumultuous year to say the least.<span style=""> </span>There were celebrations, salutations and disconsolation, to deal with.<span style=""> </span>As 2009 passes by I will remember this year as the year that I did a lot of growing up.<span style=""> </span>If you are under 40 or still in your 20’s I am here to let you know that this thing called life is a never ending lesson.<span style=""> </span>It’s one of those things that you just have to find out for yourself unfortunately.<span style=""> </span>No one can teach you the lessons that you need to learn to complete the person you are supposed to be.<span style=""> </span>You can’t read it in a book or read it on a blog, although a book about what you need to learn can point you in the right direction, there is NOTHING like life experience.<span style=""> </span>You have to go through it.<span style=""> </span>This is the year that made me reflective, understand my purpose and learn to relax a bit about my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aspirations</span> for my children.<span style=""> </span>In an effort to make note of the lessons I learned this year I am listing and reflecting on the following events. </span><a href="http://pamelabennett.blogspot.com/2009/11/taking-look-back-at-2009.html"><b><em><u>continue reading here</u></em></b></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-72168065350832150962010-01-02T13:00:00.002-05:002010-01-03T12:22:10.966-05:00Where did the New Year's Resolution Originate?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxuZKkqeuUVwfqndN4rSzdXHgyNdi1kk_XcdKICRz0hISgud3YhPfZyemO5C8e9zoww6FkPq6esSctzZZCwhLNYXLPyhIzYbgaTVao_XFuAFuGENktn7wFc6iq5WtIqRB-2_mRBU_8ijyU/s1600-h/ijanus+god+of+resolutions.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxuZKkqeuUVwfqndN4rSzdXHgyNdi1kk_XcdKICRz0hISgud3YhPfZyemO5C8e9zoww6FkPq6esSctzZZCwhLNYXLPyhIzYbgaTVao_XFuAFuGENktn7wFc6iq5WtIqRB-2_mRBU_8ijyU/s400/ijanus+god+of+resolutions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421629171650483234" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" >The tradition of the New Year's Resolutions goes all the way back to 153 B.C. Janus, a mythical king of early <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Rome</st1:city></st1:place> was placed at the head of the calendar. With two faces, Janus could look back on past events and forward to the future. Janus became the ancient symbol for resolutions and many Romans looked for forgiveness from their enemies and also exchanged gifts before the beginning of each year.<br /><br />The New Year has not always begun on January 1, and it doesn't begin on that date everywhere today. It begins on that date only for cultures that use a 365-day solar calendar. January 1 became the beginning of the New Year in 46 B.C., when Julius Caesar developed a calendar that would more accurately reflect the seasons than previous calendars had.<br /><br />The Romans named the first month of the year after Janus, the god of beginnings and the guardian of doors and entrances. He was always depicted with two faces, one on the front of his head and one on the back. Thus he could look backward and forward at the same time. At midnight on December 31, the Romans imagined Janus looking back at the old year and forward to the new. The Romans began a tradition of exchanging gifts on New Year's Eve by giving one another branches from sacred trees for good fortune. Later, nuts or coins imprinted with the god Janus became more common New Year's gifts.<br /><br />In the Middle Ages, Christians changed New Year's Day to December 25, the birth of Jesus. Then they changed it to March 25, a holiday called the Annunciation. In the sixteenth century, Pope Gregory XIII revised the Julian calendar, and the celebration of the New Year was returned to January 1.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-11664470436525941012010-01-01T00:00:00.000-05:002010-01-01T00:08:34.796-05:00Happy New Year!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEElTu9aUM3whVUrzeIVgPMBq_pJjx0cyjE2RFe_LthjrEwGrsFhUuXS37yjvsR8bA14cRHvti2Wr1TikAFFTJb81zs8xS2StkQLEpS9b36057Gitxz2jJvo4xJBFE0Pm6NbQP2ZQJsIgO/s1600-h/2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 82px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEElTu9aUM3whVUrzeIVgPMBq_pJjx0cyjE2RFe_LthjrEwGrsFhUuXS37yjvsR8bA14cRHvti2Wr1TikAFFTJb81zs8xS2StkQLEpS9b36057Gitxz2jJvo4xJBFE0Pm6NbQP2ZQJsIgO/s400/2010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421630873214670930" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >I<span style="font-size:100%;">’d like to take this time to wish my friends, family and my Followers a very Happy New Year!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I pray that this coming year will be all that you hope it to be.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">May your wishes, hopes and dreams come true for your families. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I just know that 2010 will be prosperous and I am excited for all the possibilities.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">A toast to you..Cheers</span></span><span style=";font-family:Wingdings;font-size:100%;" ><span style="">:)</span></span><span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span><br /><br />There are just 2 minutes left in 2009 so I am signing off! Happy New Year!!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-57449412864804956872009-12-28T13:58:00.004-05:002009-12-29T15:06:17.149-05:00My Child's Education; Finding what's best<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnbRJtUV9TaPslYTsSxJI242X4lFyEIxHWif7ad4yjr2bo9uK7VwJD3bKZ0Bku4Lcuw0j75oTBHF6sDx3GV0xj4VzrRrvNAytpZlaM8zX8Zei5evXkIcvVH-KF5_IPBTn6-IFhk8B2Yl5/s1600-h/home+school.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBnbRJtUV9TaPslYTsSxJI242X4lFyEIxHWif7ad4yjr2bo9uK7VwJD3bKZ0Bku4Lcuw0j75oTBHF6sDx3GV0xj4VzrRrvNAytpZlaM8zX8Zei5evXkIcvVH-KF5_IPBTn6-IFhk8B2Yl5/s400/home+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420380667770012578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:Mangal;">Making a decision about your child’s education can be heart wrenching.<span style=""> </span>It can be frustrating, even perhaps discouraging.<span style=""> </span>If you’ve been told that your child has processing issues and you are not sure where to turn here are perhaps some options for you to explore.<span style=""> </span>I hope that you can learn from my experience.
<br /><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">In 2005, <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> was in kindergarten when teachers began to tell me that she had a short attention span and that she seemed to stare off into space as though she were not mentally present.<span style=""> </span>I called her a dreamer. I noticed that she was fully capable as long as she was doing something that she was interested in.<span style=""> </span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> has a love for dinosaurs and at a very young age decided that she wanted to be a Paleontologist.<span style=""> </span>She also loved to art and anything that allowed her to be creative.<span style=""> </span>Teachers did say that <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Halle</st1:city></st1:place> did well if someone worked one on one with her.<span style=""> </span>I also noticed this and began to look at my options.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">My searches lead me to homeschooling.<span style=""> </span>At the time I had a thriving business and could not see myself giving up part of that time homeschooling. <span style=""> </span>After a discussion with a seasoned teacher she referred me to SST (Student Support Team), a group of teachers who come together to evaluate and offer suggestions to the lead teacher.<span style=""> </span>They work under the leadership of a school appointed student support team administrator.<span style=""> </span>I had been through this process with my boys so with the knowledge that I had about learning disabilities (ADHD, Aspergers syndrome, ADD) I decided that <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> needed a little more one on one time.<span style=""> </span>My online searches suggested homeschooling so I followed my heart and removed her from public school and homeschooled <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Halle</st1:city></st1:place> for kindergarten and first grade.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">After those two years it became necessary for me to regain the success I was having in my business.<span style=""> </span>Our finances were getting tight so with a heavy heart I sent <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> back to public school in 2008.<span style=""> </span>Third grade was not good at all.<span style=""> </span>Academically she did well in language arts, spelling and all other subjects that did not directly deal with numbers.<span style=""> </span>In math <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> was behind.<span style=""> </span>Although the information that was being covered had already been covered in home school she failed to retain it and the teachers also felt that she was unable to retain the math she learned from the previous day.<span style=""> </span>Shortly after taking an assessment test to evaluate her abilities <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> was hurt in school.<span style=""> </span>She ran into a brick wall while running from the trailer to the inside of the school building.<span style=""> </span>She was sent to the bathroom with 3 other students and without an adult present she was being chased by the boys who accompanied them.<span style=""> </span>She hit her head above her left eye.<span style=""> </span>She had 14 stitches and her skull could be seen through the hole.<span style=""> </span>I decided from that point that I would find an alternative to public school.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">I later in 2008 placed her into a private Montessori school to complete the third grade.<span style=""> </span>She is currently attending the school now and is in the middle of fourth grade.<span style=""> </span>I strongly believe in the Montessori way of teaching but this situation is proving not to be the best environment for her.<span style=""> </span>The work load still requires a lot of one on one for <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city>. <span style=""> </span>So here I am again at the same crossroad.<span style=""> </span>I know what needs to be done.<span style=""> </span>I have to be the one to teach her.<span style=""> </span>I now have removed her from school again and have enrolled her into an online K12.com school. <span style=""> </span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> remains on grade level with the exception of math which I believe she is a half grade behind.<span style=""> </span>All the decisions I have made in regard to her education have all been in the thought and mind of what is best for her individually.<span style=""> </span>I certainly could have just sent her to school and let the teachers work it out or let her fall through the cracks.<span style=""> </span>I could not and I am at peace with my choices because I made them for <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> and I was not willing to settle for the status quo.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">When you get to know <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> you realize how special she is.<span style=""> </span>She has an interest in learning and desperately wants to be successful in school.<span style=""> </span>I am excited to<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>home school her again but this time online. I’ll be her coach and with the help of a teacher that is provided by the K12 program, I know she will reach her goals in mathematics and excel beyond her wildest dreams.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">I’ve learned three things through this, the first is;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">It is okay to change your mind. If you make a choice and later feel that something else would work better than it is okay to make a change to a better situation. What is important to make sure of is that your child is on his/her grade level or above.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">Secondly, do not try to recreate what goes on in the public school classroom.<span style=""> </span>Make sure you cover the basics; reading, writing, math and language arts. You can cover all the other subjects as well.<span style=""> </span>They will fall into place.<span style=""> </span>You will find that your schoolwork will take about 4 hours.<span style=""> </span>So much of the public school day is fluff.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">
<br /><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;">Thirdly, do not let family or friends discourage you. They seem to have all the answers but none of them would have the heart that you have to remove your child from public school for a better education or situation.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Mangal;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style=";font-family:Mangal;font-size:12pt;" ></span></st1:place></st1:city>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CAdmin%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Mangal; panose-1:0 0 4 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:32771 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span style=";font-family:Mangal;font-size:12pt;" >Halle</span></st1:place></st1:city><span style=";font-family:Mangal;font-size:12pt;" > is a 4<sup>th</sup> grader and currently being homeschooled. <span style=""> </span>She will be 10 years old in 2010.<span style=""> </span>I am her homeschooling coach.<span style=""> </span>I am still running my business from home.<span style=""> </span>I just had to rearrange my priorities</span>.
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<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-12233340719306254182009-12-15T23:17:00.002-05:002009-12-15T23:19:52.912-05:00Happy Birthday Tony!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMrjcIk4SpWpapWpskn0FCcNd3u6k2cOUbDpMC-u2SJZf0WXJ0iHSUUkUuvJzOXUO1S825U1Rd2Ual7xOOAqipqDJSaQi2MpeCbZauCoSnG4W8150w9OTE3P540DD5tVv-4xL6y5m8AnwF/s1600-h/1172270909_happy-birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMrjcIk4SpWpapWpskn0FCcNd3u6k2cOUbDpMC-u2SJZf0WXJ0iHSUUkUuvJzOXUO1S825U1Rd2Ual7xOOAqipqDJSaQi2MpeCbZauCoSnG4W8150w9OTE3P540DD5tVv-4xL6y5m8AnwF/s320/1172270909_happy-birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415683969371515970" border="0" /></a><br />Today is Tony's birthday! Happy birthday honey, I hope you had a great day. I love you so much - even when I'm on the computer:)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-34659266213608250242009-12-14T22:25:00.000-05:002009-12-15T23:17:13.506-05:00Yummy yummy for my tummy:)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7NnJngXvebFpHhUxpBQ6fKl_qFCxxJ0CTR8ebu3r_H3m3bO-OI2LV5f6kc3yCJxSMI9mODecQAEM-g1zGq066rkV_Ru9rdRoM7dz2w8SONxPlw5aXVZwbBXOsYOntzNvQiLwTjHHBCMq_/s1600-h/sweet+potatoe+pie"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} /* List Definitions */ @list l0 {mso-list-id:781267075; mso-list-template-ids:-1095621898;} @list l1 {mso-list-id:1880698613; mso-list-template-ids:1183626850;} @list l1:level1 {mso-level-number-format:bullet; mso-level-text:; mso-level-tab-stop:.5in; mso-level-number-position:left; text-indent:-.25in; mso-ansi-font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Symbol;} ol {margin-bottom:0in;} ul {margin-bottom:0in;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">Sunday I baked 4 sweet potato pies. I've been trying to perfect the recipe for quite some time. I didn't have trouble with the taste of the pies but it was the texture I couldn't get quite right. I planned to bake one for my brother-in-law Marvin who had a birthday on 12/13. The same day I baked an apple crisp.<span style=""> </span>It was the perfect day for baking since it was very cold and rainy outside and no one wanted to venture out for any reason.<span style=""> </span>The pies came out perfectly and the apple crisp was really good too.<span style=""> </span>Tony ate it on top of his oatmeal as well as ice cream.<span style=""> </span>Now I’m ready for Christmas</span><span style="font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="">.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";"><span style=""> </span>Here’s the recipe.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="yield"><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">Original Recipe Yield 1 - 9 inch pie</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";"> <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";"> Ingredients<o:p></o:p></span></p> <ul type="disc"><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">1 (1 pound) sweet potato<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">1/2 cup butter, softened<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">1 cup white sugar<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">1/2 cup milk<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">2 eggs<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">1 teaspoon vanilla extract<o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style=""><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">1 (9 inch) unbaked pie crust<o:p></o:p></span></li></ul> <h3><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">Directions<o:p></o:p></span></h3> <ol start="1" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="overflow: visible;"><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">Boil sweet potato whole in skin for 40 to 50 minutes, or until done. Run cold water over the sweet potato, and remove the skin. <o:p></o:p></span></li><li class="MsoNormal" style="overflow: visible;"><span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">Break apart sweet potato in a bowl. Add butter, and mix well with mixer. Stir in sugar, milk, eggs, nutmeg, cinnamon and vanilla. Beat on medium speed until mixture is smooth. Pour filling into an unbaked pie crust. <o:p></o:p></span></li></ol> <span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Arial Unicode MS";">Bake at 350 degrees F (175 degrees C) for 55 to 60 minutes, or until knife inserted in center comes out clean. Pie will puff up like a soufflé, and then will sink down as it cools. </span>
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<br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Now remember I made 4 pies so you will need to double the wet and dry ingredients. I used 6 medium sized sweet potatoes.</span>
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<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-48064560719097111332009-12-08T13:02:00.008-05:002009-12-08T13:44:01.090-05:00"Look, - I just answered the questions."<center><table style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" width="300px" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><img src="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/wife.jpg" width="72" height="72" /></td><td><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:5px;">96</span></p><p style="text-align: center;">As a 1930s wife, I am<br /><strong><span style="font-size:2px;">Very Superior</span></strong></p><p style="text-align: center;"><small><a href="http://www.magatsu.net/maritaltest/">Take the test!</a></small></p></td></tr></tbody></table></center><br />I found this today. I thought it was very cute. I posted it so you could take the test. I had no idea that I would score a 96. Shoot, I don't even cook every night. Well I do every night except Wednesdays. It depends on what's going on. Anywho take the test and post here. I'd like to know your score. By the way, there's a test for men too:)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-76729385964319901222009-12-06T13:20:00.000-05:002009-12-08T13:24:05.057-05:00Happy Birthday to Me!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk4Xgv8uR3mF5AJRchwNAd1jzvhRHTMtbXvjd5h9hjcN-brDc8m7vP9jqGPn4WiaI-Jx0NTH9x618-CaEJnWfWuGA7pOc3xhRT4q7wD0QvUiBWvX9HM9nDOmWEfgYDzJrdFtev-T_SY4U/s1600-h/1172270909_happy-birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnk4Xgv8uR3mF5AJRchwNAd1jzvhRHTMtbXvjd5h9hjcN-brDc8m7vP9jqGPn4WiaI-Jx0NTH9x618-CaEJnWfWuGA7pOc3xhRT4q7wD0QvUiBWvX9HM9nDOmWEfgYDzJrdFtev-T_SY4U/s320/1172270909_happy-birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412932704269051794" border="0" /></a><br />Today is my birthday. I'm 44 today. Lots of calls and posts on Facebook wishing me a happy b-day. I had fun today. I took a long nap and it was fun. I even received flowers from Melaleuca. Another year gone by. Tough year. I'm looking forward to 2010.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-6052007771831654592009-12-04T07:55:00.007-05:002009-12-04T09:30:53.289-05:00As merry as the day is long<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWRkJpRzC2Idms0As1Om17RT6KJ5BUzUgbun-NQyokyCEIehVDQAEffyMuuHbAQtsYgYaLvKRvBJjcGWUhuzZESGdn3n7KVW1x-RgarEgcTI8GdFvJLdiLEUrYmHKb8u1LPZGQbAMPs49/s1600-h/IMG_1040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCWRkJpRzC2Idms0As1Om17RT6KJ5BUzUgbun-NQyokyCEIehVDQAEffyMuuHbAQtsYgYaLvKRvBJjcGWUhuzZESGdn3n7KVW1x-RgarEgcTI8GdFvJLdiLEUrYmHKb8u1LPZGQbAMPs49/s320/IMG_1040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411367286885220498" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >Last night at 10:45PM I sat in the loft area with <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> working on homework.<span style=""> </span>She had several projects that were due on Friday, almost all of which she started on Wednesday.<span style=""> </span>Without going into every assignment we ended the evening practicing for her spelling test today.<span style=""> </span>So into the night we went "c-o-n s-t-i-l-l-a-t-i-o-n-s", NO listen to the word and hear the letters".<span style=""> </span>"Listen and spell it again c-o-n-s-t-e-l-l-a-t-i-o-n-s, Yes that’s it"!<span style=""> </span>"Ok now retriever"…..into the night we spelled, circled nouns and looked up definitions.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC2DlzJ5NlOoiyoMuCxaVFkUsLQNQX3UpU_GQmKgOrieffAkbyZsz5T6BBgKTt44D2BbLkHjtDRJq2j4-28Nkn1G2E3N-BnyZMiW9KpqsSvuJlf2L7G0oguTWZf9gCyNiwzuZmPoObvkk/s1600-h/juggling+women.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 70px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZC2DlzJ5NlOoiyoMuCxaVFkUsLQNQX3UpU_GQmKgOrieffAkbyZsz5T6BBgKTt44D2BbLkHjtDRJq2j4-28Nkn1G2E3N-BnyZMiW9KpqsSvuJlf2L7G0oguTWZf9gCyNiwzuZmPoObvkk/s320/juggling+women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411367830879444274" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Now I understand why most mommy blogs have titles like Confessions of a Suburban Housewife, Redheaded Temper Tantrums, Desperately Searching for my Inner Mary Poppins, The Mommy Trenches, the list goes on.<span style=""> </span>I certainly named this blog perfectly. <span style=""> </span>As my children get older, more and more gets plied on my plate.<span style=""> </span>Last night Tony sat in the loft area with me while I was working with <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halle</st1:place></st1:city> and he said “I cannot get over how long our days are”.<span style=""> </span>Sixteen hours of the day are spent doing things for other people, the children or taking care of responsibilities. <span style=""> </span>That leaves 8 hours in which we must feed ourselves, spend time a little time together which is when we usually end up nodding in and out of sleep on the couch together and actually sleeping in bed.<span style=""> </span>There’s no room for anyone else.<span style=""> </span>Now there’s talk of Wesley taking some karate classes.<span style=""> </span>Between working, school, housework (which there is never time for) homework, parent teacher meetings, fundraising and more parent meetings, MY Melaleuca business, and being everyone’s Girl Friday, I am crazy.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4Ye0cD-bpDUZrCfHCPtaNtojeIM8rsPATeyJkfQkdNAt7GrA_Lm3sdKE8-6ugOfrtxLaCFWCfnMX0jrYzpx5ELmh4lG5au7rSuY9Si9MuXIwfCDsW9FnCMZbFZeQEQLEwei-SfJahCZ_/s1600-h/IMG_1150.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX4Ye0cD-bpDUZrCfHCPtaNtojeIM8rsPATeyJkfQkdNAt7GrA_Lm3sdKE8-6ugOfrtxLaCFWCfnMX0jrYzpx5ELmh4lG5au7rSuY9Si9MuXIwfCDsW9FnCMZbFZeQEQLEwei-SfJahCZ_/s320/IMG_1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411386568726241186" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >Right now I am sitting here about to wake up Kyra for school.<span style=""> </span>Wesley and Justin left for seminary at 6:35am this morning; Tony drove them.<span style=""> </span>I made them a quick hot breakfast after waking up at 6:15am.<span style=""> </span>I could get up earlier but I don’t.<span style=""> </span>Perhaps if I woke up at 5:00am I could squeeze in a post to my blog.<span style=""> </span>I listen to XM radio in the van as I travel back and forth because if I don’t I would never know what was going on in the world.<span style=""> </span>There is ZERO time to watch TV which is why we cancelled our cable subscription last year.<span style=""> </span>No one had time to watch TV in my house.<span style=""> </span>I opened a Netflix account so that we could at least watch movies on the weekend.<span style=""> </span>Also with everyone being so busy I found that the TV was getting in the way of us connecting when we could.<span style=""> </span>Without the TV I feel I have their attention more often.<span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfacS2x_rnw9i6MTwMP8On-FIEHWtwZ25pJFNaT7t5PN02f2nT7Q7jcRmFVoqNNP5Jc3Cs_cL-7mSmHfUQObm0_v9SXH-mQNIUKnRGYXUfweamQzJ8lFdBvU-0pQMx1Pw5aBLPKY6-bDnH/s1600-h/long+list2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfacS2x_rnw9i6MTwMP8On-FIEHWtwZ25pJFNaT7t5PN02f2nT7Q7jcRmFVoqNNP5Jc3Cs_cL-7mSmHfUQObm0_v9SXH-mQNIUKnRGYXUfweamQzJ8lFdBvU-0pQMx1Pw5aBLPKY6-bDnH/s320/long+list2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411388114616564274" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >In all the chaos we still have Family Home Evening occasionally on most Monday evenings for about an hour.<span style=""> </span>It helps to keep everyone in the team effort.<span style=""> </span>It also reminds us that our family is the most important thing above all else and above everyone else. <span style=""> </span>These 6 people and our purposes are number one.<span style=""> </span>All these little world’s with their own trials and tribulations, the homework, the chores, the scripture memorization, earning merit badges for Boy Scouts, the school projects, the half painted walls, unfolded laundry, the sink full of dishes, the 2 dogs pooping in the garage, the constant flow of trash being emptied from smaller receptacles into a larger one for Friday pickup.<span style=""> </span>When does it end?<span style=""> </span>And it the midst of all of this chaos we are supposed to be madly in love, have mind blowing sex, remember to say I love you, meet all the kids emotional needs, keep a clean house, be friends, manage finances and this house and be a good Latter Day Saint.<span style=""> </span>All of this while obeying the words of wisdom and keeping our bodies clean and free of drugs, caffeine, alcohol and anything else that is harmful to the human body.<span style=""> </span>I tell you if it were not for my beliefs and my commitment to the gospel I would be under the influence of something everyday…LOL.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >And after saying all of this I say “This is a day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it”</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-53480680908106700652009-11-30T16:32:00.025-05:002010-01-13T06:28:09.974-05:00Taking a look back at 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqM-Z1zPjqg_JNI61SkNk-Muorsx7DHKWEKC6hx8V_BYYekhfMElOq5SDq7Gye5U80YNjzOZrVqSCNVmgjajaaVWNEF1zZeSISSQROvjQvO8Exa-Bpge50RfF-tb3CYGvs1iet-rO2Za6j/s1600-h/2009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 90px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqM-Z1zPjqg_JNI61SkNk-Muorsx7DHKWEKC6hx8V_BYYekhfMElOq5SDq7Gye5U80YNjzOZrVqSCNVmgjajaaVWNEF1zZeSISSQROvjQvO8Exa-Bpge50RfF-tb3CYGvs1iet-rO2Za6j/s400/2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425608148798391698" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >I can’t say that I am unhappy to see 2009 leave us.<span style=""> </span>It has been a tumultuous year to say the least.<span style=""> </span>There were celebrations, salutations and disconsolation, to deal with.<span style=""> </span>As 2009 passes by I will remember this year as the year that I did a lot of growing up.<span style=""> </span>If you are under 40 or still in your 20’s I am here to let you know that this thing called life is a never ending lesson.<span style=""> </span>It’s one of those things that you just have to find out for yourself unfortunately.<span style=""> </span>No one can teach you the lessons that you need to learn to complete the person you are supposed to be.<span style=""> </span>You can’t read it in a book or read it on a blog, although a book about what you need to learn can point you in the right direction, there is NOTHING like life experience.<span style=""> </span>You have to go through it.<span style=""> </span>This is the year that made me think, “Why God are we here and why does it have to hurt so much”?<span style=""> </span>In an effort to make note of the lessons I’ve learned this year I am listing and reflecting on the following events.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUd-UaCpr8JOJV-GuZCf6Q72pUTCkc2GymHNZqvwzd88F_e5vdLW0O7chAD0X1G-zQi6dESODmvn5zXotUTFfIjmoD9sjXmoBOVjjrLvx1_CJC2ILlgsEiLdfDPg8telBgx7YPBtJLgDpH/s1600-h/Obama+invite.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUd-UaCpr8JOJV-GuZCf6Q72pUTCkc2GymHNZqvwzd88F_e5vdLW0O7chAD0X1G-zQi6dESODmvn5zXotUTFfIjmoD9sjXmoBOVjjrLvx1_CJC2ILlgsEiLdfDPg8telBgx7YPBtJLgDpH/s400/Obama+invite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425612065902442242" border="0" /></a> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >January 2009 – President Obama’s Inauguration – I received invitations from the Presidential Inaugural Committee to attend this historic event but I did not open the envelope until a month after the inauguration.<span style=""> </span>I was so busy with family stuff that when the envelope came I didn’t open it. I thought it was just junk mail.<span style=""> </span>A month later I noticed the envelope on the kitchen counter upside down.<span style=""> </span>What made me look at it were the words Handle With Care printed on the corner of the large envelope.<span style=""> </span>When I opened it I was stunned. I was sent an invitation from the Presidential Inaugural Committee in <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Washington</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">DC</st1:state></st1:place>. and I missed out on it.</span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfo5CTsiSE2dsMu_PKORtNTysdW0fH-T9pn3SHp5tkmeiu12x5yR3aXKSGA5YIHT4gG1531rfIx0plURIwqg1HeAuh3fPcj3RUzDINnEYPnmw7HB1_RCfaoEygMfAOPa_6sPbKO2Bg45y/s1600-h/My+Dad-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinfo5CTsiSE2dsMu_PKORtNTysdW0fH-T9pn3SHp5tkmeiu12x5yR3aXKSGA5YIHT4gG1531rfIx0plURIwqg1HeAuh3fPcj3RUzDINnEYPnmw7HB1_RCfaoEygMfAOPa_6sPbKO2Bg45y/s400/My+Dad-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425614240554263122" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >February 2009 – My Dad was diagnosed with stomach cancer.<span style=""> </span>We were very optimistic since his type of cancer is highly curable.<span style=""> </span>It was too late since he like most men would never go to the doctor.<span style=""> </span>By the time he was diagnosed the cancer had spread too much and after a series of biopsy’s and an attempt at surgery he was given 6 months to live.</span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxU0IUAVA0dOhb1KVA1Pyc8YjHR8f-dtBqoj4XMq2vRRUlx8jyzI_6vU7jLnyC3WUjqw0gfzDpiVCRtFBStNWyy7YkMBZcHN5j6xN4LHN8SunAq1rI-X6R6prZlgTd4UfJj83BxMDYTz1/s1600-h/HappyWeddingAnniversary1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxU0IUAVA0dOhb1KVA1Pyc8YjHR8f-dtBqoj4XMq2vRRUlx8jyzI_6vU7jLnyC3WUjqw0gfzDpiVCRtFBStNWyy7YkMBZcHN5j6xN4LHN8SunAq1rI-X6R6prZlgTd4UfJj83BxMDYTz1/s400/HappyWeddingAnniversary1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425615254206344338" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >February 2009 – My 8<sup>th</sup> Wedding Anniversary – Tony and I went to dinner to celebrate the day we were wed.<span style=""> </span>I am absolutely in love with my husband.<span style=""> </span>I am blessed to be married to my soul mate.<span style=""> </span>He is the wind beneath my wings.<span style=""> </span>He is my very best friend. </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnUbgm1kTS1Vxxw5s3TPZo9Tvv7DXV9UOYru8RAT2CEeV6ollIFzXl32qbGcZ12YoBLRfIJL_1XiBfO20_6TfMASkEiP_ynIcdb9l5TztWMDB3jlHkM5v1nCclqJexmG05nHvE9XwLVtk/s1600-h/avatar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHnUbgm1kTS1Vxxw5s3TPZo9Tvv7DXV9UOYru8RAT2CEeV6ollIFzXl32qbGcZ12YoBLRfIJL_1XiBfO20_6TfMASkEiP_ynIcdb9l5TztWMDB3jlHkM5v1nCclqJexmG05nHvE9XwLVtk/s400/avatar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425615680873371970" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style=""> </span>Sometimes the 2nd time around is the charm. There is a line in <b style=""><span style="color:blue;">Avatar</span></b>, the smash hit new movie (with the blue people) where during different times in the movie the 2 main characters would say to each other with a gentle touch, “I see you”.<span style=""> </span>I so connected with that line in the movie every time it was spoken.<span style=""> </span>If you haven’t seen Avatar yet I’m telling you that you must see it.<span style=""> </span>You must see it in the theatre before you see it on DVD.<span style=""> </span>See it in 3D if possible.<span style=""> </span>It was an awesome movie, the best I’ve seen this year.<span style=""> </span>Oh excuse the little rant there for a sec…as I was saying, this is how I felt that day.<span style=""> </span>I felt that he could see me.<span style=""> </span>Okay now I’m crying.<span style=""> </span>Time to stop and move on to March.</span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJn20JT4dJ5IlVn7qx-5N0DgtJ6fPd9w95Ket5JuSbwe633Zzd45K2eVMhm8w6OJGG4dBtG3yyrPMCsK8lA426eDhKHs8pPzU5Np-h1o086vZbV5mnvQVLYvHdikwuTlHPNtDUBVfCUwDW/s1600-h/box+of+chocolates.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 87px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJn20JT4dJ5IlVn7qx-5N0DgtJ6fPd9w95Ket5JuSbwe633Zzd45K2eVMhm8w6OJGG4dBtG3yyrPMCsK8lA426eDhKHs8pPzU5Np-h1o086vZbV5mnvQVLYvHdikwuTlHPNtDUBVfCUwDW/s400/box+of+chocolates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425616087071701378" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >February 2009 – On Feb. 14 it was Valentine’s Day but it also marked 8 years I have be a successful work at home Mom.<span style=""> </span>I replaced my income in 2003 and my husband’s income in 2007.<span style=""> </span></span><span style=";font-family:";" >I help others do the same thing. </span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style=";font-family:";" >I am always looking for new partners to team up with.<span style=""> </span>Wanna work at home?<span style=""> </span>Contact me today</span>!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.happystayinghome.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkBRQ0f522l1Jryp6KOM0aQZZaXUWz8pVD-L5ksNvglWVqnAn-B3WuSOlFBpfibHtLA3d_SB-pToQbhMRCoUl307oUMDfn01dSLlZIWC6HCYHPSnjZXbADZnbwwlJH3GRQ3kj2AToNnXSK/s400/pink+2+slices+banner.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425616575021789106" border="0" /></a></div><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitShN6mQ7s4A4JO8AeG4RT7ylzmI_xcdA6f58BTsCuqoGE3NJypo1Df3HrvcRldkmqHARcwYnrlTPR7hyphenhyphenraHFwuL7FOEKIwI0vc1Rwk0aM3H_2h85GU8SU7ILYUpT07mi0KdRwQBF9xZ8q/s1600-h/moneyspingreen.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 95px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitShN6mQ7s4A4JO8AeG4RT7ylzmI_xcdA6f58BTsCuqoGE3NJypo1Df3HrvcRldkmqHARcwYnrlTPR7hyphenhyphenraHFwuL7FOEKIwI0vc1Rwk0aM3H_2h85GU8SU7ILYUpT07mi0KdRwQBF9xZ8q/s400/moneyspingreen.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426182758223804706" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >March 2009 – <a href="http://www.sweetrepeats.org/">Sweet Repeats</a> consignment sale – I love this sale!<span style=""> </span>Twice a year I shop for the girls here.<span style=""> </span>Designer labels and the clothing is great!<span style=""> </span>Looks like new and saves us a lot of money.<span style=""> </span>If you are shopping retail for your kid’s school clothing I urge you to try a consignment event or store near you.<span style=""> </span>Each year I have been spending about $200 on clothing for the girls.<span style=""> </span>All designer labels.<span style=""> </span>You can’t beat that with a stick.</span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >March 2009 - I went to CA on a business trip and spent 3 days training and spent some time with friends and colleagues without the hubby and kids. I spent my free time sleeping and it was wonderful</span>!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >DANG!<span style=""> </span>THIS IS A LONG POST…..(it was a long year.<span style=""> </span>What can I say?)</span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipa3jnH9HCCyu51lHElmOrcBcQwt6XNtSa_bu7UO9JjF08D2_Y4i-zqjQRwKxcpb2-dVZL3AA7CZWLTjW3gM27Q36gg4uD8xdxr2fGuKbTaRVyjBpTPcTRwrsfMQ266n54x_v4Vasy02Tp/s1600-h/Beyond+the+Canvas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipa3jnH9HCCyu51lHElmOrcBcQwt6XNtSa_bu7UO9JjF08D2_Y4i-zqjQRwKxcpb2-dVZL3AA7CZWLTjW3gM27Q36gg4uD8xdxr2fGuKbTaRVyjBpTPcTRwrsfMQ266n54x_v4Vasy02Tp/s400/Beyond+the+Canvas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426167764274396274" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >April 2009 – Beyond The Canvas – As the fundraising chairperson of my daughters Montessori school I assisted in the schools largest fundraiser by booking the talent.<span style=""> </span>The event consisted of lunch, an art show/auction, as well as performances by the children and talent I booked.<span style=""> </span>The event was a success!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7K45ogVUZy6IfENQUMAY4zTl9x3q_EKCbJeHtRNowEebEjjla_7AXGwY3vLRrgTgYZ4ex_fdLl8XS6TIpVH-3Cr-MDT2SrUC00cFNCTBTfWFrUBhr0uJvtMFkaX5KygtxGT0vxarFxZZ/s1600-h/praying+hands.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 76px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO7K45ogVUZy6IfENQUMAY4zTl9x3q_EKCbJeHtRNowEebEjjla_7AXGwY3vLRrgTgYZ4ex_fdLl8XS6TIpVH-3Cr-MDT2SrUC00cFNCTBTfWFrUBhr0uJvtMFkaX5KygtxGT0vxarFxZZ/s400/praying+hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426168204092563794" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >May 2009 - <span style=""> </span>Started Monday morning prayer with my 5 sisters and my Mom.<span style=""> </span>We prayed together for my Dad who was undergoing treatment for cancer.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgAPiZ6gbvwfuAqi0HBKIuOn-fbiw5fzIzqTNQHdAvA-P6rYf8RCXUL0pMnrfskpayN9FAbUfPBlF9pqY2M76lMlxowfADNXarFysz0C6uwzoEX82VTeLCOcZww7PZ6uM5O24u5jbCR1K/s1600-h/luau.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 108px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgAPiZ6gbvwfuAqi0HBKIuOn-fbiw5fzIzqTNQHdAvA-P6rYf8RCXUL0pMnrfskpayN9FAbUfPBlF9pqY2M76lMlxowfADNXarFysz0C6uwzoEX82VTeLCOcZww7PZ6uM5O24u5jbCR1K/s400/luau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426168763921187762" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >June 2009- Attended luau at the Brentlingers who have a house in the middle of nowhwere. Miles and miles of greenery and very few neighbors. After driving on a dirt road for about a half an hour we reached the destination. They had a beautiful pool and the decor took us back to the Hawaiian Islands – Big fun!</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:";" >July 2009 – Working my business, visiting Dad at the hospital, and took our annual family vacation to <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Buffalo</st1:city>, <st1:state st="on">NY</st1:state></st1:place>.<br /><o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlbg7HSSPK7-JpuR1r2ABrlOplHpUuVGJ5A7ulW_JKSL60AOgdehdu5JQQflSwEcdG9Z_IcfjIWFJTBUrHVafYWoMcY2m4tUcaCgBBcLMuy5DTtjnDSAJCNJ1xSMiE-svN4usDXZeMRLf/s1600-h/IMG_1215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYlbg7HSSPK7-JpuR1r2ABrlOplHpUuVGJ5A7ulW_JKSL60AOgdehdu5JQQflSwEcdG9Z_IcfjIWFJTBUrHVafYWoMcY2m4tUcaCgBBcLMuy5DTtjnDSAJCNJ1xSMiE-svN4usDXZeMRLf/s400/IMG_1215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426170374771651234" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >August – attended company convention in Florida. Tony and I were finally sealed in the Florida temple, started big push for merit badges by attending merit badge clinics almost every weekend.</span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMgZ4Kuvs1fDz8HS-5l3XgyeLUBX0QTRS1cKj6nDFUCsc3rl6S5drZ-PpeTigfwH3S7beWFKDIzrF_BO2tYYxyvcIdvycW4j0RYtycq84ZcisyfBfzFs7juG_IxZqI6hvcHJIEbuCDZfC/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMgZ4Kuvs1fDz8HS-5l3XgyeLUBX0QTRS1cKj6nDFUCsc3rl6S5drZ-PpeTigfwH3S7beWFKDIzrF_BO2tYYxyvcIdvycW4j0RYtycq84ZcisyfBfzFs7juG_IxZqI6hvcHJIEbuCDZfC/s400/IMG_1276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426171814048553106" border="0" /></a><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >My son Justin at a court of honor ceremony (age 14)<br /></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeszgSf29z1Qg-k1zqkTjmKiZ2m5E2UBkTM9i4KiZZYv3FqqYA9aN8KDGoP7TrhJrFv6ZbwVKEQKnSX-9RxsEnL4M_j6t1fEUaxOJ40Nqu1qYgoOIlrzBi9Rua4omAboauE79GKDqDTOw/s1600-h/IMG_1278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeszgSf29z1Qg-k1zqkTjmKiZ2m5E2UBkTM9i4KiZZYv3FqqYA9aN8KDGoP7TrhJrFv6ZbwVKEQKnSX-9RxsEnL4M_j6t1fEUaxOJ40Nqu1qYgoOIlrzBi9Rua4omAboauE79GKDqDTOw/s400/IMG_1278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426171931055385362" border="0" /></a><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >My son Wesley at the court of honor ceremony (age 16)<br /></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5L_eelaV-3lDU_5AL27Jk3RsBMYkiNmh7SkumIVA_PX_iyYvsxrMv70lDWl1sCpAhJEBuil_PTg2N3ZV_Ws5DJic_vfKqMsUwAVhDvtKodPOWJe7CziLWj34wUOtxk54ShlSeKL70-Kp/s1600-h/IMG_1268.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5L_eelaV-3lDU_5AL27Jk3RsBMYkiNmh7SkumIVA_PX_iyYvsxrMv70lDWl1sCpAhJEBuil_PTg2N3ZV_Ws5DJic_vfKqMsUwAVhDvtKodPOWJe7CziLWj34wUOtxk54ShlSeKL70-Kp/s400/IMG_1268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426170840198311746" border="0" /></a><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >My mother and her sister, my Auntie Marion in the black suits with white tops in front. The rest are sisters and cousins.<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >My Dad passed away on the Aug. 18<sup>th</sup>, almost exactly 6 months after he was diagnosed just like the doctors said.<span style=""> </span>Lots of family visiting, we all chose the casket and flowers, we spent some time together, we laughed and cried, I worked hard and had a very successful month in an effort to suppress my grief and we all did some growing up.</span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRq477O9HE0fp-i7SctvI786IMnenjfP8uFhnFxm0ZX5Rzfkgd7VLdYPij3cqhfJ673RQRhSX_clLlZ4tVaVlGu79Xhkf59qK0Fcr-mSFkJ5-AUNo_bza5LF-BfLqxsFkgnmIhNdWdJSH2/s1600-h/IMG_1241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRq477O9HE0fp-i7SctvI786IMnenjfP8uFhnFxm0ZX5Rzfkgd7VLdYPij3cqhfJ673RQRhSX_clLlZ4tVaVlGu79Xhkf59qK0Fcr-mSFkJ5-AUNo_bza5LF-BfLqxsFkgnmIhNdWdJSH2/s400/IMG_1241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426172175087140690" border="0" /></a><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >My sister Debra (center) and her daughters, my nieces Sana and Jannah<br /></span></p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7FQzh95BtlCHhf01lhMfGsg6q5gc0rYacheGpIZW2SIhJ2iNBkFk6eRN8n9g9D9es2XiKQF-GqjjrpfFr8Nj7xtGvwGU0cC9PHJuZcO2OIsn3aLAoxaOn97iGFodNs15mo89SJG0kb-a/s1600-h/IMG_1269.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvdAM3ucq_1b92Wii-E5d2EIa_1-mBkywuRZAStju-bGccx3zBdTVI5BEW_o6e9agJkhOZRgAOIy5rx5ExFShrSrwMEHBRrZUluShcD-TH1asLCJDHVA_KItJRTQ3tygvuTSTb7HcFHY8u/s400/boys+and+cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426176038192998770" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >November - Thanksgiving with just me and the kids, nephew Dawud visited and stayed over a few days and spent a lot of time with my children. (Tony went to NY to visit his 88 yr. old Mom), grieving, and more Boy Scout merit badge clinics.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >December – Job hunting with Tony, retyping resumes, faxing, My birthday, Tony’s birthday and Christmas.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal">I'll add the Christmas pics another time. Thanks for reading:)<br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-53191850572501990812009-11-30T09:18:00.000-05:002009-12-02T12:37:54.723-05:00Sudoku<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN90Be38B-sdZlgjYg9iVQO8bLwNaIpEnOHNo_X1evZS2-83XMcZrO0pUmIKRIa8fnbCdW6IJ2jTOjrDd8z5nLB88DlXTkj7UJEvB-MG9yk7SsG7E7l_JXilhqN64rhd2srPcxa2yv2cMd/s1600/sudoku.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN90Be38B-sdZlgjYg9iVQO8bLwNaIpEnOHNo_X1evZS2-83XMcZrO0pUmIKRIa8fnbCdW6IJ2jTOjrDd8z5nLB88DlXTkj7UJEvB-MG9yk7SsG7E7l_JXilhqN64rhd2srPcxa2yv2cMd/s320/sudoku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410272680155937362" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >Okay I am addicted to Sudoku.<span style=""> </span>Yes, I just started playing.<span style=""> </span>I thought it involved math so I would not play it but now I see what all the hoopla is.<span style=""> </span>I showed my son Wesley and he started playing in about 5 minutes and beat my time by 30 minutes.<span style=""> </span>Some people are just <s>nerds</s> have a good aptitude for numbers. The NY Times version is my favorite.<span style=""> </span>The only way I will be able to play regularly will be in the bathroom. Can you picture that?<o:p></o:p></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >It actually stimulates the brain.<span style=""> </span>I have already felt the results.<span style=""> </span>My memory has improved. I have also gotten rid of some nonsense in my life.<span style=""> </span>There’s no time left in the day to do anything for me and definitely no time to waste. Print this one off and see how you do. Time yourself. After you've completed it post your time here.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >
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<br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-70174307269395292402009-11-27T14:24:00.004-05:002009-11-27T14:33:49.317-05:00And then we said , Amen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqEEahyphenhyphenXQj2Lvp3M4w7nXylE5D3V2Yhn9N7-oYxtTwzaFuiw9l-puV5RUAN3W73E__l3QjKnVIVdydie2a8OQAfQtm-HaFieuctg7a6kQgqZvfCXn9ZbKX1XP62p1iaaWrGKde8Pb-6AL/s1600/table+food.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 129px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBqEEahyphenhyphenXQj2Lvp3M4w7nXylE5D3V2Yhn9N7-oYxtTwzaFuiw9l-puV5RUAN3W73E__l3QjKnVIVdydie2a8OQAfQtm-HaFieuctg7a6kQgqZvfCXn9ZbKX1XP62p1iaaWrGKde8Pb-6AL/s320/table+food.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408867664115706642" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:";" >I really enjoyed Thanksgiving this year with the kids.<span style=""> </span>Tony went to <st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on">Buffalo</st1:city></st1:place> to visit and we missed him terribly, <s>haha</s>. To fill the void I added something to our traditions which are still forming.<span style=""> </span>First let me tell you what I prepared.<span style=""> </span>For appetizers we had small crab cakes and scallops.<span style=""> </span>Just a few each, I like to add something different each year to the menu.<span style=""> </span><br /></span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Here’s what we ate:<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Small 10 lb. turkey<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >stuffing with apples and cranberries<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >macaroni and cheese<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >green bean casserole<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >homemade mashed potatoes<span style=""> </span>(special recipe) made with cream cheese and sour cream <s>super fattening<o:p></o:p></s></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >corn pudding<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >dinner rolls<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >and for dessert I baked sweet potatoe pies</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >This year after we said grace, I had each child take 10 beads and place them on their charger near their plate.<span style=""> </span>I then placed a small bowl in the center of the table.<span style=""> </span>I asked them to think of 10 things they were grateful for…it could be anything or anyone or anyplace.<span style=""> </span>They were to keep it to themselves.<span style=""> </span>No blurting out.<span style=""> </span>Just quietly while they were eating dinner or while we were talking and in their own time to one by one drop a bead into the bowl when they thought of something they were grateful for. It was so awesome throughout the evening to see beads being dropped into the bowl from time to time.<span style=""> </span>We laughed at Wesley’s jokes and the girls being silly.<span style=""> </span>We could not help but notice the empty chair where Daddy is supposed to be.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Kyra set the table for us and set up the grateful game for me.<span style=""> </span>Everyone had contributed in some way.<span style=""> </span>After dinner I asked the children to share just one of the things they were grateful for.<span style=""> </span>We went around the table and I was surprised by what they said;</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Wesley – was grateful for the Priesthood and the power it gives him<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Justin – was grateful for the church he is a member of<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >Kyra -<span style=""> </span>was grateful for Heavenly Father and her family<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><span style=";font-family:";" >Halle</span></st1:city></st1:place><span style=";font-family:";" > – was grateful for Wesley…..we all laughed, but I thought it was sweet as she loves her brother…<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" >I was grateful for having the Gospel in its Fullness, for a wonderful family and a loving husband</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <span style=";font-family:";font-size:100%;" >Then we had dessert which Justin ate too much of… I ended the meal with a letter emailed to me from President Barack Obama about Thanksgiving.<span style=""> </span><span style=""> </span>I am looking forward to next year.<span style=""> </span>This Christmas I will decorate the table really pretty I think.<span style=""> </span>I already have the Christmas spirit.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjty2B_Ueph-8rf-3GNcuN5AZHFmF4ybUtZeY6SfmBGLfpfcLbUsaWhopGeVsmpQAwaHIZrRTnAYUo56CoZ39OQnQskD3vMHZce9_wuZbAfKpIOjOgdaltRH4mUOUYHNxAXborzmrQprba9/s320/TURKEY+CART.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408186744934503522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.jacquielawson.com/viewcard.asp?code=HY27482779"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">PUMPKIN P</span>IE</span></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-50751094375824912512009-11-25T10:30:00.003-05:002009-11-25T19:48:05.244-05:00Sandy had puppies!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV9M5E2s2UE-WJ3cSh1k45owCxfVK-latXYq_ORmiQVf2hDvfjvKEv6-rCNzuQkTr21PSyzduzRBqzUe6brezCZbXoAL_E3XS7iXgIb3KBW98HSjsGnIEUMGqk0gE-DY1vVm7ugwLbE9p3/s1600/IMG_1281.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" >So for the past 5 weeks we had 7 dogs.</span></span>
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<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ro69kVLuHfNSw4-_eO1EdJuLkrm8zsbl_t9PKD03s1K1rB323F1wsqIyAdxR4R4dIbfuL6u70YMRZBI4GcovRH1epEPGH6vD3xPfNPvn3VzNTKlRLDpfptbpnXtkoNR_nRsQ2cYXu3-I/s1600/IMG_1308.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_Ro69kVLuHfNSw4-_eO1EdJuLkrm8zsbl_t9PKD03s1K1rB323F1wsqIyAdxR4R4dIbfuL6u70YMRZBI4GcovRH1epEPGH6vD3xPfNPvn3VzNTKlRLDpfptbpnXtkoNR_nRsQ2cYXu3-I/s320/IMG_1308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408203538850692338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12pt;" >All the puppies are gone now.<span style=""> </span>A few days ago we were able to find really good homes for every one of them.<span style=""> </span>One of the new owners works at an animal hospital in my neighborhood.<span style=""> </span>All of the homes already have other pets or other dogs as members of their family.<span style=""> </span>We were very lucky.<span style=""> </span>I know it was because the puppies were so gorgeous.<span style=""> </span>Anyway I am <s>estatic</s> happy they are gone.<span style=""> </span>It was a lot of work taking care of them and 4 <s>brats</s> kids.</span></span>
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<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-17503421583217093192009-10-10T17:46:00.004-04:002009-10-10T18:53:50.433-04:00Saturday - My Favorite Blog POST for the week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlTqLnuFLwjKMVO9iaDS0PjEHUjCeMrQGsfBVKyCXDIk-H5G6MPHyoAv6zQmDjkSI6cuwRuq4EL0-8R8lbhCtU5FWTlk3v4oUGMxNmVOKSyMYRtiRvIDZQOR4ytdFBiVudMxZngM9YeZ6/s1600-h/post+award.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYlTqLnuFLwjKMVO9iaDS0PjEHUjCeMrQGsfBVKyCXDIk-H5G6MPHyoAv6zQmDjkSI6cuwRuq4EL0-8R8lbhCtU5FWTlk3v4oUGMxNmVOKSyMYRtiRvIDZQOR4ytdFBiVudMxZngM9YeZ6/s320/post+award.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391107759456721842" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Starting today I will post my favorite blog post for the week. I read a lot of other blogs. Actually more blogs than I actually post in my own blog. I am changing that and will be posting more often. I've been bottled up for several months especially since my Dad was ill. Now that he's passed on I've been grieving and reflecting on my life and all that I am responsible for. I am also defining what it is that I want. I'm happy about that since I spend a great deal of my time doing for others. I am learning that it is important to nurture myself as well.<br /><br />This week's blog post award goes out to Everything Earnhart for the following post: (I was particularly moved by what she said about her Mother.<br /><br />Happy Birthday Mutha!<br /><a href="http://blakeandkarla.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mutha.html">http://blakeandkarla.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-mutha.html</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-13670628847479214162009-10-09T13:24:00.000-04:002009-10-10T17:46:20.377-04:00Just 8 months-more than any other president<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD71kxmIZEIU1C6eELPEDgWiGjeioH-c16pFzEqdS-QllgEVXomH8niob94RTQAq3lJgg_J8JF2G7NKC4R-bw6tm_7YQ6kCU-wEdlzidEmIwxcQ8JqFqMnfmAZhl7CzNbbxBA8nG-zehp6/s1600-h/barack-obama-is-not-superman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD71kxmIZEIU1C6eELPEDgWiGjeioH-c16pFzEqdS-QllgEVXomH8niob94RTQAq3lJgg_J8JF2G7NKC4R-bw6tm_7YQ6kCU-wEdlzidEmIwxcQ8JqFqMnfmAZhl7CzNbbxBA8nG-zehp6/s320/barack-obama-is-not-superman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391028478019313090" border="0" /></a><br />Just a few of the accomplishments of President Obama and his administration since he has been in office:<br /><br />Initiated a Nuclear disarmament discussion at the G-20 in Pittsburgh Sept 30th 2009<br /><br />Called out Iran on hidden enriched Uranium plant - Sept 2009 (Iran backs down and will allow inspections)<br /><br />Thwarted a terrorist attack (NY) - Sept 2009<br /><br />Children’s Health Insurance Reauthorization Act Signed: Wednesday, February 4, 2009<br /><br />Lilly Ledbetter Fair Pay Act Signed: Thursday, January 29, 2009<br /><br />Family Smoking Prevention and Tobacco Control Act Signed: Monday, June 22, 2009<br /><br />Credit Card Accountability, Responsibility, and Disclosure (CARD) Act of 2009<br />Signed: Friday, May 22, 2009<br /><br />Weapons Systems Acquisition Reform Act Signed: Friday, May 22, 2009<br /><br />Helping Families Save Their Homes Act Signed: Wednesday, May 20, 2009<br /><br />Fraud Enforcement and Recovery Act Signed: Wednesday, May 20, 2009<br /><br />Edward M. Kennedy Serve America Act Signed: Wednesday, April 21, 2009<br /><br />Cash for Clunkers Extension Signed: Thursday, August 6, 2009<br /><br />Omnibus Public Lands Management Act Signed: Monday, March 30, 2009<br /><br />Small Business Act Temporary Extension Signed: Friday, March 20, 2009<br /><br />American Recovery and Reinvestment Act Signed: Tuesday, February 17, 2009<br /><br />DTV Delay Act Signed: Wednesday, February 11, 2009<br /><br />He also gave the approval for military sharp shooters to take out a Somali pirate while highjacking another ship, which saved lives. This was a very difficult shot and no one was hurt except for the pirates.<br /><br />He also was the first president to speak extensively on race relations and speaks out to families and the importance of parenthood. Turning off the TV and the video games and reading to your children. A voice of leadership has been absent in this area for decades.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-12941653093203460682009-09-18T12:50:00.002-04:002009-09-18T13:02:48.601-04:00Church Diversity Breaks Stereotypes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7JPgvdDCGAFU_WNHhA2R8HU_9M9do-n30uoQpMKdlovsjiuIkxl3X0SCzDrNNW2hxPY1EFh4er3xjvAmf1m0sr1KezJM8EQRr-2f9cUGQpjfdQRtqO4Mg1gtXL69yKYBzZfaGb1rB0FV/s1600-h/sacrament_medium.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu7JPgvdDCGAFU_WNHhA2R8HU_9M9do-n30uoQpMKdlovsjiuIkxl3X0SCzDrNNW2hxPY1EFh4er3xjvAmf1m0sr1KezJM8EQRr-2f9cUGQpjfdQRtqO4Mg1gtXL69yKYBzZfaGb1rB0FV/s320/sacrament_medium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382853906462069090" border="0" /></a><br /><p> <nobr><span class="byline">SALT LAKE CITY</span></nobr> <nobr><span class="dateline">14 February 2007</span></nobr> In Harlem, an African-American bishop leads his congregation in prayer. In Miami, neighbors enter a bright yellow chapel and greet each other in Haitian. In Salt Lake City, a teacher instructs her Bible class in Chinese. Meanwhile, in Florida, an entire congregation sings in American Sign Language in poetic gestures, and in California a young child gives his first talk in Sunday school in Spanish. </p><p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> This picture is a striking contrast to the stereotypical image most Americans have of Mormons as white, middle-class people living in the Intermountain West. Yet it accurately portrays the changing face of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints — a faith that is becoming increasingly diverse, mirroring a wide range of cultures and experiences. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> This diversity has not gone unnoticed by media trumpeting headlines such as “Mormons Gain in Inner Cities — Church Is Attracting More Blacks and Hispanics” in the <i>Philadelphia Inquirer,</i> “LDS Church Follows Members to Inner Cities” in the <i>Denver Post,</i> “Colorblind Faith” in the <i>Chicago Reporter</i> and “For Mormons in Harlem, Bigger Space Beckons” in the <i>New York Times.</i> </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> Mormon scholar Jan Shipps, a professor emeritus of history and religious studies at Indiana University, said reporters often call her surprised by the growth of the Church in inner cities. “ ‘Where are the Mormons?’ they ask. I tell them, ‘They’re everywhere.’ ” </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> In fact, over 150 Latter-day Saint congregations in the United States speak a total of 20 different languages, including Polish, Navajo, Russian, Spanish and German. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> Much of the Church’s growth is attributed to the global volunteer missionary program, the largest of its kind in the world. More than 52,000 missionaries teach in 350 missions in over 140 nations. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> President Bill Price oversees missionaries in the Washington, D.C., area. His missionaries come from more than 20 different countries and speak a variety of languages to accommodate the needs of the community. “The people in the inner city are humble and have open hearts and minds. They don’t change their lives because of any social program but because of the gospel of Jesus Christ.” </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> Cathy Stokes, a recently retired health care administrator for the State of Illinois Department of Public Health, changed her life and embraced Mormonism after visiting a temple open house in 1978. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> “I signed a slip requesting more information,” Stokes explained, “and several weeks later two nice little white guys knocked at my door in Chicago. I listened; my questions were answered. The questions about life were like a brick of Swiss cheese and the gospel filled in most of the holes.Joining the Church was the most important thing I have ever done in my life.” </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> “We work hard to send out a message that brings hope,” said Earl C. Tingey, senior president of the Presidency of the Seventy. “We share messages that help families. We bring hope of how a father can be a father, a mother a mother, and all of it is based on the teachings of Jesus Christ.” </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> At the same time, Tingey is quick to point out the distinctiveness of the Mormon faith in the Christian world. Tingey says the Church is neither Catholic nor Protestant, but a restoration of the ancient Church of Jesus Christ. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> Shipps believes a main reason the Church is continuing to grow and become more diverse is its unique theology of the family. “The idea that families remain together throughout eternity resonates with all sorts of people. This belief, plus the remarkable support system the LDS Church provides for families appeals to people from many cultures, African American, Hispanic, Asian and Caucasian” she said. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> The Church is also growing more diverse internationally. More than half of all Church members now reside outside of the United States, a milestone that was reached on 25 February 1996. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> This worldwide membership of almost 13 million Latter-day Saints is a far cry from the six members in April 1830 when Joseph Smith organized the Church in upstate New York. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> Such growth among diverse cultures and nations has become the Church’s primary challenge. To help meet it, the Church translates scriptures, conference proceedings, satellite broadcasts, curriculum manuals, magazines, software, Web-site information and other materials into more than 100 different languages. The resultant translation system is one of the largest such networks in the world. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> In a 2000 speech to the National Press Club in Washington, D.C., Church President Gordon B. Hinckley said that Church growth has brought some serious challenges. “The first is the training of local leadership,” noted President Hinckley. “The second … is providing places of worship as we grow so rapidly.” </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> In an effort to address the need for more places of worship, hundreds of new buildings are being constructed around the world each year. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> But training leadership in congregations where no one has been a Church member for long brings special challenges. Unlike the lay members assigned to lead local congregations in the United States and Canada, the lay leaders in many other countries are relatively new members. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> In some countries where the Church has only recently been established, some leaders have received their leadership assignments only a few months after joining the Church. These new leaders have few leadership role models. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> Recognizing this challenge, the Church has established area offices around the world, overseen by senior officials in the Church called general authorities. They meet regularly with new local leaders and train them in their native language. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> Also with dramatic growth comes the challenge of unifying Latter-day Saints of many cultures. Elder Dallin H. Oaks of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles said that the growing diversity among the members is simply a condition, not a Church goal. The real goal is unity, not diversity. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> "We preach unity among the community of Saints and tolerance toward the personal differences that are inevitable in the beliefs and conduct of a diverse population." </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> As a result, efforts are made to teach Latter-day Saints around the world the doctrines of the Church and to train local leaders, but without imposing American culture. </p> <p xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> “Sometimes our culture and the Western culture are very different” said Seung Hwun Ko, a Church member from Seoul, Korea, “But when we talk about the gospel of Jesus Christ, we meet.” </p><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-89556106992805426622009-09-10T10:16:00.002-04:002009-09-11T11:04:57.128-04:00Joe Wilson's Dirty Health-Care Secret<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JAT1rzM9OYnxJ1rxot-MfgDM5yLvH1rMEx_ZumqCbcHlQlO2LU8eGVCjeIPTXPbhik29v7o6sy8n2TBbbJOdbTGDudTtLifT21eYK20v1gOIjDCKS3REzYvkbW7z0EKC5D7CksGBTlUt/s1600-h/wilson-son-alan-secret.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JAT1rzM9OYnxJ1rxot-MfgDM5yLvH1rMEx_ZumqCbcHlQlO2LU8eGVCjeIPTXPbhik29v7o6sy8n2TBbbJOdbTGDudTtLifT21eYK20v1gOIjDCKS3REzYvkbW7z0EKC5D7CksGBTlUt/s320/wilson-son-alan-secret.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380215582653507186" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span class="BlogPostWords"> <i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Adam Weinstein, the author of this editorial is an Iraq veteran, is a freelance journalist. He is uninsured.</i></span><br /><br /><span class="BlogPostWords"><p><b>By Adam Weinstein</b><br /></p> <p>Poor Joe Wilson. The conservative Republican representative from South Carolina stepped in it Wednesday night when he broke with centuries of decorum by screaming, "You lie!" at President Obama during his health-care speech to a joint session of Congress.</p></span><span class="BlogPostWords"><p>Cut the man some slack. He's passionate! I know this because he told me, in the sole message that blazes across his campaign <a href="http://joewilsonforcongress.com/">Web site</a>: JOE WILSON IS PASSIONATE ABOUT STOPPING GOVERNMENT RUN HEALTH CARE!</p> <p>Except that he's not─at least not when it comes to his, and his family's, government-run health care. As a retired Army National Guard colonel, Wilson gets a lot of benefits (one of which, apparently, was not a full appreciation of the customs, traditions, and courtesies that mandate respect for one's commander in chief). And with four sons in the armed services, the entire Wilson brood has enjoyed multiple generations of free military medical coverage, known as <a href="http://www.tricare.mil/PressRoom/press_facts.aspx">TRICARE</a>.</p> <p>Yes, it's true. As politicos and town-hall criers debate the finer points of the public option, employer mandates, coverage for undocumented immigrants, and who's more Hitler-like, they seem to miss a larger point: the United States has single-payer health care. It covers 9.5 million active-duty servicemen and women, military retirees, and their dependents─including almost a 10th of all Californians and Floridians, and nearly a quarter of a million residents of Wilson's home state.</p> <p>Military beneficiaries like Wilson─who, as a retiree, is eligible for lifetime coverage─never have to worry about an eye exam, a CT scan, a prolonged labor, or an open-heart surgery. They have access not only to the military's 133,500 uniformed health professionals, but cooperating private doctors as well─whose fees are paid by the Department of Defense. It's high-quality care, too: surveys from 2007 and 2008 list TRICARE among "the best health insurer(s) in the nation" by customer satisfaction. Yet Wilson insists government-run health care is a problem.</p> <p>To be fair, Wilson has been consistent in his policymaking if not his personal life: according to his last congressional opponent, <a href="http://www.indigojournal.com/showDiary.do;jsessionid=4FCB9D3B3C67118449D30E64A1B4ED62?diaryId=160">Wilson voted 11 times against health care for veterans</a> in eight years, even as he voted "aye" for the Iraq War (during the debate on the war vote, he even <a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headlines02/0925-09.htm">called one Democrat "viscerally anti-American"</a>─several times). He voted to cut veterans' benefits─not his own─to make room for President George W. Bush's tax cuts. He repeatedly voted for budgets that slashed funding to the Veterans Administration and TRICARE. And perhaps most bizarrely, he refused─repeatedly─to approve Democratic-led initiatives that would have extended TRICARE coverage to all reservists and National Guard members, even though a disproportionate number of them have served multiple tours in Iraq and Afghanistan─and many lost access to their civilian work benefits when they did so.</p> <p>There's one other notable exception to Wilson's tough-on-government record: In July, when the health-insurance debate just started heating up, he offered an amendment that would exempt TRICARE from any system of employer mandates in a health-care bill. It's not clear whether this is necessary, since most such bills in Congress keep government benefits exempt from the rules as a matter of course. But Wilson took the opportunity to make his stand.</p> <p>"As a 31-year Army Guard and Reserve veteran, I know the importance of TRICARE," <a href="http://joewilsonforcongress.com/home/2009/07/amendment-to-healthcare/">he said in a press release</a>. "The number of individuals who choose to enroll in TRICARE continues to rise because TRICARE is a low cost, comprehensive health plan that is portable and available in some form world-wide." He went on to call TRICARE "world class health care," concluding on a personal note. "I am grateful to have four sons now serving in the military, and I know that their families appreciate the availability of TRICARE," he said.</p> <p>What does that mean? Nothing─except that Joe Wilson was against government-run health care before he was for it. And now he's against it again. Just not when it comes to his own flesh and blood.</p><p>*************************************************************************************</p><p>This article was significant to me because of the debate over healthcare amongst my friends (I say that causally). I have a unique view to the southern republican mind since a large number of my acquaintances are southern or southern implants, caucasian and republican. Yesterday I attended a baby shower for a teen Mom who is clueless about the joys and pains of motherhood. During this baby shower, the subject of names for the babies of the other women attending the shower who happen to be expecting came up. As one of the Moms mentioned various names another attendee would tell if the name was that of a Democrat or a Republican in history. If the name was that of a Democrat most in the group would say No or make a moan or a groan. From what I could gather, out of the 10 or so people attending 4 were Democrats.<br /></p><p>I have not been able to clearly think of anything else this morning. The feeling that this Democratic and Republican divide is causing amongst my friends is growing. How can we reconcile these issues privately and then publically be civil and genuinely loving? It has to be the Gospel! The Gospel is what binds us. I wonder what the effects are on Missionary work? How many are not sharing the Gospel with others because of these invisible divides?<br /></p></span>How does this article correlate? Here is a man that is against a public option in the healthcare marketplace yet he already uses a government run health plan.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-54436548126718226162009-08-24T21:12:00.005-04:002009-08-24T22:02:05.980-04:00Laid to rest...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIYuOXJYuAnAwl5gmlCa4SusGxS5-z3gTw6PGvoG14v0qZhSCbK2CwS9ubD7w7Vy_xTXP9NhwxKN2Z_ctJmMSWWSB6jE6AAEmslW16ETdKflLQcUsDGTP17qOBt1MR1pN3_HfVZH7qlQv/s1600-h/grave_flagdraped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDIYuOXJYuAnAwl5gmlCa4SusGxS5-z3gTw6PGvoG14v0qZhSCbK2CwS9ubD7w7Vy_xTXP9NhwxKN2Z_ctJmMSWWSB6jE6AAEmslW16ETdKflLQcUsDGTP17qOBt1MR1pN3_HfVZH7qlQv/s320/grave_flagdraped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373711528535072994" border="0" /></a>Daddy was laid to rest this afternoon at the Georgia National Cemetery in Canton, GA. He received taps and my Mother was given the American flag. The ceremony was beautiful. His wake, funeral and burial were well attended and he was loved by many.<br /><br />My Dad was born in Orrville, AL in 1931. He attended a Lutheran church and school as a child. He left home at an early age and traveled as a migrant farmer through various states to Canada. He later joined the Army and at the end of his service met and married my Mother Juanita Dukes in 1954. They had 6 daughters. Debra, Karen, Stephanie, Rosina, Pamela (me) and Marcia. My Dad was an advocate for education and always impressed upon us the importance of getting our education and being seif sufficient. He leaves behind 15 grandchildren, 6 great grandchildren, 13 brothers and sisters and a host of nieces, nephews and cousins.<br /><br />I have been thinking of him all day today. I keep saying his name. Daddy, pronounced Daiddy<br /><br />Goodbye Daddy. I'll see you in heaven.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-64396955432479351272009-08-19T23:22:00.005-04:002009-08-19T23:36:33.575-04:00Daddy 6/17/1931- 8/18/2009 Rest in Peace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArAEqGSZnCbjFYrB6b1nrDHH3Nq0GyDUATTuQBM0_bVzf4lT5gtHYQ2IeZLW3rXR0JwwVScWjo7qvNerKZD_DaxYewAxrQ85eSW-g0UBOu1NCzAIZbP7ZTOl0b5uUbn_IVgX2yn7CC9u-/s1600-h/My+Dad-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArAEqGSZnCbjFYrB6b1nrDHH3Nq0GyDUATTuQBM0_bVzf4lT5gtHYQ2IeZLW3rXR0JwwVScWjo7qvNerKZD_DaxYewAxrQ85eSW-g0UBOu1NCzAIZbP7ZTOl0b5uUbn_IVgX2yn7CC9u-/s320/My+Dad-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356648655072030850" border="0" /></a>This is my Dad, General Dukes. He had stage 4 stomach cancer which spread to his liver. I haven't blogged at all about it but it has been on my mind daily. He's at home now. He passed away yesterday, Tuesday August 18, 2009 at 6:50am.<br /><br />We picked out his casket today and chose the flowers for the funeral which will be held this Saturday August 22nd at 12:00pm EST. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPfSN0qlUnggLpD1HafwUYSZkaMTm8NjLch-wMHqRisgDTTuXuf84MiXbjPA84k88yvTaSdVIGzWVoE6fzgYBff-to1cLXoMGVZVC_xVNCKczxzWxz5iJs2zl38cHUZjBXhIZuO8dDOPI/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPfSN0qlUnggLpD1HafwUYSZkaMTm8NjLch-wMHqRisgDTTuXuf84MiXbjPA84k88yvTaSdVIGzWVoE6fzgYBff-to1cLXoMGVZVC_xVNCKczxzWxz5iJs2zl38cHUZjBXhIZuO8dDOPI/s320/flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371882668830772066" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We cried and laughed talking about him in the funeral home conference room this afternoon. It felt good to release some of what I have had bottled up inside me.<br /><br />My Dad was kind. He always had a kind word for me and was always concerned for my well being. I know that he was proud of me and my accomplishments with my business. He was also an entrepreneur which is where I get my entrepreneurial spirit.<br /><br />He's in a better place now and his pain is gone. Rest in peace Daddy, I love you and you will always be in my heart.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-90169722648820605802009-08-01T00:02:00.001-04:002009-08-05T10:59:21.144-04:00Ode to the Pound Cake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgea_NUxCs395c8V93mm9tRpoR2-QyOn916jNd5hpRkelqtw9fV6VKTHW_pLUSAIKOTu3ftbVzj2ogFuxbdx-CDOUJ91h_ev38FKxVapoeqlr-H-1OxmCAkw_V01ob-rHQht_LHDEeeg31L/s1600-h/pound+cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgea_NUxCs395c8V93mm9tRpoR2-QyOn916jNd5hpRkelqtw9fV6VKTHW_pLUSAIKOTu3ftbVzj2ogFuxbdx-CDOUJ91h_ev38FKxVapoeqlr-H-1OxmCAkw_V01ob-rHQht_LHDEeeg31L/s320/pound+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360765820755784834" border="0" /></a><br />My sister Karen bakes the most scrumptious pound cake I have ever tasted. It's the kind of cake that long after you have eaten it you think of it. Reminisce about it. Dream of it. I have thought about it 3 times today. I ate the last of it this afternoon. I only had 2 slices. I don't understand why she only brought 2 slices to my house when I have 6 members of my family. She baked a whole cake and left it at her house. I have thought about reporting her to her personal trainer and boot camp instructor but that would be mean of me.<br /><br />I have decided to blog about the pound cake. Pay tribute to it....~<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><u>Ode to the Pound Cake</u><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It lies there, my heart aches</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Yellow like the sun filtered through my blinds</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Coy, shy not like just any cake</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />It's special~one of a kind</span><br />***<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">It has many admirers, it tempts</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Tender crust so tan, so sweet</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When I think of it I get ferklempt</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />It's one pound cake that can't be beat</span><br />*** <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />One bite or two, three or four</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />One slice or two is not enough</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />After I've eaten it I want some more</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I can learn to make it if I get off my duff</span><br /> *** <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />So the pound cake is gone</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">I have none to ponder</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />The sun will rise again, it is dawn</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />I will ask her to bake one for me, will she? I wonder~</span><br />***<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br />I meant to take a photo of the cake in hopes to remind me of its decadent flavor. I did not. All I have now are memories.<br /></div></div><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4488762116946950211.post-31346271407557778042009-07-22T14:06:00.001-04:002009-07-22T21:13:51.433-04:00Decorating - Benneconomy 101- part 5<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tSNqvBcyM9ye8ukDI6Rwnt338lT6yGPyOBunyyyDwrKIzz1LEoamlTacHh0KTV64Qw9DYgbiHlQ9O26jyv2dnXRR-p3avHXUiB0JDX0UAH_pwdGqkDW8z50r1p9LCpEnnljhg9dh71k7/s1600-h/Dutchess+and+Decor+pics+012.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1tSNqvBcyM9ye8ukDI6Rwnt338lT6yGPyOBunyyyDwrKIzz1LEoamlTacHh0KTV64Qw9DYgbiHlQ9O26jyv2dnXRR-p3avHXUiB0JDX0UAH_pwdGqkDW8z50r1p9LCpEnnljhg9dh71k7/s320/Dutchess+and+Decor+pics+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346148792446672674" border="0" /></a><br />This is my diningroom. I have taken before and after photos. I knew that by painting this room the furniture and artwork would POP~ and it did. Check out the difference.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaKAXbuRDwigmAS0p-GZM11f4hWzE-tqoSeBr7fH6rRRrYUhKwbM_A6h7DND_N9AQzamhlmhRMktuFpbrYGrscgpp8frdjBzn-OSS_GUEV5EjwMXaBINwo8zKwwEPXRRyTloRTZuccTS-/s1600-h/Dutchess+and+Decor+pics+009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaKAXbuRDwigmAS0p-GZM11f4hWzE-tqoSeBr7fH6rRRrYUhKwbM_A6h7DND_N9AQzamhlmhRMktuFpbrYGrscgpp8frdjBzn-OSS_GUEV5EjwMXaBINwo8zKwwEPXRRyTloRTZuccTS-/s320/Dutchess+and+Decor+pics+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346148500140325986" border="0" /></a><br />Here's the room at a different angle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qCt70BjzIi5rCqJGkpZ-4nAjHZv5Ep-rXt_S5RVDoQYaDYsQo1LiEvkeVFJ098YfKwoBuZqsQKIyxB_xRShnka4Ti325yUYEOvSaHhoZ_gte5x9Xzq8As_ZIAPxoPDnwrG6JPpNq0846/s1600-h/Dutchess+and+Decor+pics+010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qCt70BjzIi5rCqJGkpZ-4nAjHZv5Ep-rXt_S5RVDoQYaDYsQo1LiEvkeVFJ098YfKwoBuZqsQKIyxB_xRShnka4Ti325yUYEOvSaHhoZ_gte5x9Xzq8As_ZIAPxoPDnwrG6JPpNq0846/s320/Dutchess+and+Decor+pics+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346148086094176082" border="0" /></a><br />Nice but look....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNv0gS54lOtJlMoLMz2BYU-xpBSgKFe5z3FMSIb3RAkxDBP6MIAxtp-WoQALaFiOnIDTrRxoQ_WSC_jep4BveJGglDFUa2rhQ0Czd4DVJ-e7ccU1Rq_nUjqQ5VCyVG6RSbU7APkWFydpHV/s1600-h/IMG_1079.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNv0gS54lOtJlMoLMz2BYU-xpBSgKFe5z3FMSIb3RAkxDBP6MIAxtp-WoQALaFiOnIDTrRxoQ_WSC_jep4BveJGglDFUa2rhQ0Czd4DVJ-e7ccU1Rq_nUjqQ5VCyVG6RSbU7APkWFydpHV/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346147752227300658" border="0" /></a><br />It looks like a completely different room.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAeuoBqIgywV3tH2-EWZ_udoNLT27aktRgApF1NaSABLYlo8n_hH0QabSbvJiGW1DoE2B36IZj3volDr1FkPFB1Nh5TOGeacshxBUX2QT65goIOE_5XSzoMd_Lv9DH8mlpHIUfzxeIzsyW/s1600-h/IMG_1077.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAeuoBqIgywV3tH2-EWZ_udoNLT27aktRgApF1NaSABLYlo8n_hH0QabSbvJiGW1DoE2B36IZj3volDr1FkPFB1Nh5TOGeacshxBUX2QT65goIOE_5XSzoMd_Lv9DH8mlpHIUfzxeIzsyW/s320/IMG_1077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346147502071462418" border="0" /></a><br />It's texturized and up close it looks like really thick sandpaper with sparkles here and there. Gorgeous I think:)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuAFUgk12ZcGtg5dDdaErxWajvyIKGsIAhMoqh-ey4pNg1SAbJJTiSTJBXwXW_RaJ_O3gMCjUHKZC1ZOMVXzrt_rakA0xPw3jNGajcyqGpXpRM3ZIngAnXPMoRAwWuF0g67cl-95zhnur/s1600-h/IMG_1074.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguuAFUgk12ZcGtg5dDdaErxWajvyIKGsIAhMoqh-ey4pNg1SAbJJTiSTJBXwXW_RaJ_O3gMCjUHKZC1ZOMVXzrt_rakA0xPw3jNGajcyqGpXpRM3ZIngAnXPMoRAwWuF0g67cl-95zhnur/s320/IMG_1074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346147298298741298" border="0" /></a><br />It really warmed up the room.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigE53fTLEjadw3Xmm46hs4-HQnw2Bw9IStbDZn3TfxhQetBr2cEumyK98Hl9atYDBeV3UOqnVU1zcs-fBoM9oTVaRQH8bx3FBZiOA00ty58_Zta6rYxCpbG1e7TpTKwOWtFHsrqKnCzR2t/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigE53fTLEjadw3Xmm46hs4-HQnw2Bw9IStbDZn3TfxhQetBr2cEumyK98Hl9atYDBeV3UOqnVU1zcs-fBoM9oTVaRQH8bx3FBZiOA00ty58_Zta6rYxCpbG1e7TpTKwOWtFHsrqKnCzR2t/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346147058933212434" border="0" /></a><br />And POPPED the wainscoting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TX0xBSjy9TcODZndl7SFMWuGvCugkD9iIQHrEklnNot9EwaaQwL65A76friiO67G7lecUpwqIE1D7ijhZipkdndKFcwn-5rpntvEoqHgDPFeutw5-SZ9EuOY6qJoR7YAqMqCZmUZgmcp/s1600-h/IMG_1062.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TX0xBSjy9TcODZndl7SFMWuGvCugkD9iIQHrEklnNot9EwaaQwL65A76friiO67G7lecUpwqIE1D7ijhZipkdndKFcwn-5rpntvEoqHgDPFeutw5-SZ9EuOY6qJoR7YAqMqCZmUZgmcp/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346133876288222898" border="0" /></a><br />Here it is in the daylight - the blinds are closed but you get the idea~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlDvxNHdUR3JFYAv6kYAVu2VCIkhkKturAnfCTpS_G8ExFDMQi8_2UjF8CyTB4FpjHRo7q69eKV-uqE8cXPoHVVUabNolVJrBcFx9liSeFS2b-cx7BoLo7VeFTNBh7ZZ_m8Spis9CWORZ/s1600-h/IMG_1063.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlDvxNHdUR3JFYAv6kYAVu2VCIkhkKturAnfCTpS_G8ExFDMQi8_2UjF8CyTB4FpjHRo7q69eKV-uqE8cXPoHVVUabNolVJrBcFx9liSeFS2b-cx7BoLo7VeFTNBh7ZZ_m8Spis9CWORZ/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346133698059679170" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay, now just a few more accessories in this room and then onto the livingroom.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85740/pampered65/86e9fe082ab907664b6228626f34bb39.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" border="0" /></a>Pamelahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17059884522644689532noreply@blogger.com2