<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672</id><updated>2011-09-06T08:28:31.811-06:00</updated><category term='Dinner'/><title type='text'>How Sweet It Is</title><subtitle type='html'>Life, that is...enjoy my ramblings about motherhood and the              joy of working with teenagers.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-4196866336646763332</id><published>2011-08-08T13:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T13:23:03.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me Challenge</title><content type='html'>Okay, my friend is doing this personal history project and I think it is a super fun idea. So, I am going to do it too...hopefully you'll enjoy it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Challenge #1---If you were forced to go back in time to the olden days, but were allowed to take ten modern conveniences with you, what would you take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**The first thing I'd have to take would be running water...think showers and flushing toilets.&lt;br /&gt;**Number two would be the refrigerator; I don't want to worry about rotting food.&lt;br /&gt;**If I'm going to have a fridge then I guess number three would be electricity. After all I can't run the fridge without it.&lt;br /&gt;**Fourth would be all the modern advances of medicine. I would have lost both of my babies without it...nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;**I guess number five would be cars...I like to be able to go really far in a short period of time. Three months to cross the country by wagon and feet would drive me nuts!&lt;br /&gt;**My sixth option would be prescription glasses...I don't know how long they've been around, but I can't see without them...so I've got to put them on my list.&lt;br /&gt;**Lucky number seven has to be readily available books. I love to read! I NEED my books! So, I would need to have printing presses in my 'olden days'.&lt;br /&gt;**While it may seem like a boring choice, number eight would have to be my stove. I really don't want to figure out how to cook bread over an open flame.&lt;br /&gt;**I guess if I'm going to have running water, then number nine better be a plumber so that I can keep my water running.&lt;br /&gt;**Likewise, number ten better be an electrician to keep my stove and fridge running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-4196866336646763332?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4196866336646763332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=4196866336646763332' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4196866336646763332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4196866336646763332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-is-me-challenge.html' title='This is me Challenge'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5797332871340668310</id><published>2011-03-02T21:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T21:27:16.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal</title><content type='html'>As many of you know, I lost almost 60 pounds last year (yes, even though I was pregnant).  I am having a hard time keeping myself accountable for what I eat each day.  So, in the hopes that writing it down and announcing it to the world will help, I am letting you all know that I have a goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is my intention to write down everything that I eat this week.&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, check up on me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5797332871340668310?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5797332871340668310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5797332871340668310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5797332871340668310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5797332871340668310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2011/03/goal.html' title='Goal'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6369320292534238367</id><published>2011-01-28T08:28:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T08:36:38.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TULiQV1pFyI/AAAAAAAAARs/RZBDPISF9mU/s1600/SANY1380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567260859751274274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TULiQV1pFyI/AAAAAAAAARs/RZBDPISF9mU/s320/SANY1380.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is hard to believe, but Heston is over two weeks old. He has already gained a pound and grown over an inch in his short life. He is getting spoiled, but not rotten. He is a really good baby and loves to 'talk'. It is like he just wants to hear his voice. He makes lots of cooing sounds, especially when someone is talking to him. He can already roll from his tummy to his back. We love him lots! &lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567259806167178050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TULhTA7nm0I/AAAAAAAAARc/ZJGMr8EwBwY/s320/SANY1375.JPG" /&gt; We are blessing this little guy on the 6th of February at 9:00 a.m. We will have a light lunch after church (12:00) at our house. He gets more handsome every day and we are slowly wondering what we ever did without him.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567260445970801554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TULh4QYsI5I/AAAAAAAAARk/eStMHvcKsQ8/s320/SANY1379.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6369320292534238367?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6369320292534238367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6369320292534238367' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6369320292534238367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6369320292534238367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-weeks.html' title='2 weeks'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TULiQV1pFyI/AAAAAAAAARs/RZBDPISF9mU/s72-c/SANY1380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3473294490865548155</id><published>2011-01-19T11:39:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T11:57:32.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcing the birth of....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heston Manuel Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Born January 11, 2011  9:13 a.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 lbs.  20 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563968986839356450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcwUHnZlCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rIo6y8B4qGs/s320/heston1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am generally against inducing labor, I went in to be induced on the 10th of January at 12:00 a.m.  This pregnancy was extremely taxing on my body and things were slowly falling apart.  We decided that what was really best for both mine and Heston's health was to deliver.  I started contractions on my own early Sunday morning, but they weren't really doing much, so when I got to the hospital they got the ball rolling.  I labored intensely for 30 hours at the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was fully dialated, I started pushing and it was apparent that this baby was not going to come the natural way.  My doctor quickly scheduled me for a c-section and everything went smoothly.  Once Heston was out and measured, it became apparent that had we continued trying for a vaginal delivery, the doctor would have had to break the baby's shoulder in order to get him out...and possibly even had to break my pelvis.  I am so grateful that I have a wonderful doctor who listened to her gut and did what was best for mine and Heston's health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcxB-gGdDI/AAAAAAAAARU/oloGq475LZg/s1600/gramphest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563969774666806322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcxB-gGdDI/AAAAAAAAARU/oloGq475LZg/s320/gramphest.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We decided to give our little man the middle name of Manuel.  This is my stepdad's name, his father's name, and even his gradfather's name.  I've always felt lucky that I have two great dads.  I especially feel grateful that this man chose to be my dad.  I hope that Heston will be able to look up to his grandpa and be proud to bear his name.  Grandpa has lovingly given Heston the nickname "Manucho".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcw7NfGU7I/AAAAAAAAARM/dp7u3hgiT_o/s1600/SANY1362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563969658430051250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcw7NfGU7I/AAAAAAAAARM/dp7u3hgiT_o/s320/SANY1362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Steve with the new baby.  Everyone got to meet this little guy before me.  I was back in recovery while all of these pictures were taken.  You can tell that exhaustion has begun to set in at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcwqQP2FJI/AAAAAAAAARE/ygpqBUaiC1c/s1600/chrishest.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563969367113602194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcwqQP2FJI/AAAAAAAAARE/ygpqBUaiC1c/s320/chrishest.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christopher is pretty excited to be an uncle again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcwhmlpOnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NiqbaGQXAwE/s1600/StefHeston.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563969218491791986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcwhmlpOnI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NiqbaGQXAwE/s320/StefHeston.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stefanie is absolutely in love with Heston.  She is a wonderful big sister and a huge helper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3473294490865548155?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3473294490865548155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3473294490865548155' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3473294490865548155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3473294490865548155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2011/01/announcing-birth-of.html' title='Announcing the birth of....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/TTcwUHnZlCI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rIo6y8B4qGs/s72-c/heston1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6059610915489280733</id><published>2010-12-08T16:37:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:43:45.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have the best job ever!</title><content type='html'>This morning, before school started, I received a visit from a former student.  The visit itself was wonderful, but adding to the enjoyment was the fact that she brought along a card signed by MANY of my former and current students.  She has spent the last week gathering thoughts and well wishes from all of 'my kids'.  These teenagers are great people, and I wish they weren't so frequently misunderstood.  I am getting so excited to have this baby and apparently all my students are excited to meet him too.  I can't help but smile when I read notes like:&lt;br /&gt;"Mrs. Miller, I hope you'll name your baby Alec, after me." &lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;"Congrats on the baby, you are a great mom!" &lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy your sleep while you can, soon you probably won't get any."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today I am grateful for a job working with people I adore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6059610915489280733?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6059610915489280733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6059610915489280733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6059610915489280733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6059610915489280733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-have-best-job-ever.html' title='I have the best job ever!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1580285627065836873</id><published>2010-12-01T17:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:48:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>We had a super fun trip to Salt Lake for Thanksgiving.  We saw family, went shopping, looked at Christmas lights, and I ate ice cream (even though it is currently forbidden).  Good times!  We even got an english driving cap for the baby.  My dad wears one all the time and since we are naming our little munchkin after grandpa, we figured we had to have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1580285627065836873?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1580285627065836873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1580285627065836873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1580285627065836873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1580285627065836873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2010/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1004235920576322786</id><published>2010-11-17T16:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T16:58:56.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot can change in a year's time</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I haven't posted in about six months.  I hope to get back into the swing of the blogging world.  A year ago at this time, I wasn't feeling very thankful as I'd just had a miscarriage.  Here we are a year later and I am 32 weeks pregnant.  We are super excited to meet this special person!  We are having a boy and his name will be Heston Manuel.  I go in for an ultrasound next week, if all go well I will post some pics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1004235920576322786?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1004235920576322786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1004235920576322786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1004235920576322786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1004235920576322786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2010/11/lot-can-change-in-years-time.html' title='A lot can change in a year&apos;s time'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-9063527590963356085</id><published>2010-05-05T14:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:47:46.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Takers!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.undeadrace.com/home.htm"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; sounds like a ton of fun!  Anyone want to participate with my family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-9063527590963356085?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9063527590963356085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=9063527590963356085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/9063527590963356085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/9063527590963356085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2010/05/any-takers.html' title='Any Takers!?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7004454227041552903</id><published>2010-01-05T21:05:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:51:50.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of our vacation...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we had this grand plan to have Stefanie update you all daily on our California trip. Then Stef decided to eat some bad shrimp and spend some time in the hotel puking up her guts...so we got a little side tracked. Poor kid was so sick she asked if she could please stay at the hotel instead of going to Disneyland. Thankfully it only lasted 24 hours, so she did get to go to Disneyland afterall :) Anyway, here is a quick recap of our trip, with pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: We toured Steve's mission, went to Newport Beach &amp;amp; Huntington Beach, and walked around the Newport Beach Temple grounds...there were even flowers in bloom! We also got to attend church in one of the wards that Steve served in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 188px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423477560931130626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QQG1qaHQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DbZMmoKHFrM/s320/SANY0689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The picture above is at Newport Beach and below Huntington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423478978305773490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QRZVy2z7I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Lq-7qXkZFis/s320/SANY0703.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423477085999788578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QPrMZ88iI/AAAAAAAAAOw/2EtVVuIhoG8/s320/SANY0681.JPG" /&gt; Day 2: We ventured in to Disneyland. One of the highlights of the day was when we were invited to ride in the captain's cabin on the Mark Twain Ferry boat. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423479336086808754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QRuKogKLI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/-qEMF7piVHQ/s320/SANY0706.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423479858211879490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QSMjs0ekI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cBgzQhwab_o/s320/SANY0715.JPG" /&gt; Day 3: We braved California traffic and drove into downtown L.A. and Hollywood. We went to Grauman's Chinese Theater (where the stars have left their hand/footprints in the sidewalk) and the La Brea Tar Pits. The tar pits were far cooler than the "walk of fame." We also walked around the L.A. Temple, which is absolutely huge! Stefanie then ate the infamous shrimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423480702695171474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QS9tpU5ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_uKR7nhSLWo/s320/SANY0832.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423480316638840402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QSnPeUxlI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rKmQeB4w3-8/s320/SANY0799.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423481189723218466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QTaD93IiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/6hvdcqZJw4w/s320/SANY0854.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Stefanie opted to stay at the hotel while she barfed. The non-pukers took turns in Disneyland, although it was not much fun without Stef. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423481735199523682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QT50BjA2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/j2JIziWTIcg/s320/SANY0865.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423482145450445762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QURsU_S8I/AAAAAAAAAQA/YRu2WyN0V4M/s320/SANY0883.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 5: New Year's Eve and Stefanie isn't sick anymore! This is the 2nd busiest day of the year for Disneyland and the place was packed. They actually had to turn customers away, because the park was at capacity. We got to meet Mickey, Minnie, and Goofy. We also got to see an absolutely awesome fireworks show. Stef was so exhausted at the end of the day that she actually fell asleep laying down on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423482554710516658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QUpg8MY7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/ka38zRyxFcM/s320/SANY0924.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423482926088295986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QU_IbjljI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NExpuGDJIMI/s320/SANY0966.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483449885696002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QVdnuloAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bajjT-e4r7M/s320/SANY0963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: We pulled out of Anaheim at 10:30 a.m. to come home. I almost cried as we left. The area was absolutely beautiful and I would move there in an instant if I made five times what I currently make and could convince my family to move with me. We drove all day and arrived back in Pocatello at 11:30 p.m. We had so much fun and are already planning on going again!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423483925655249058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QV5UG44KI/AAAAAAAAAQg/XywPXuIZBrA/s320/SANY0860.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7004454227041552903?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7004454227041552903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7004454227041552903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7004454227041552903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7004454227041552903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2010/01/rest-of-our-vacation.html' title='The rest of our vacation...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/S0QQG1qaHQI/AAAAAAAAAO4/DbZMmoKHFrM/s72-c/SANY0689.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5979697414529138326</id><published>2009-12-27T20:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:15:20.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California Day 2</title><content type='html'>This is Stefanie.  Me, dad, and Christopher went swimming again, in the dark.  I jumped in the eight foot deep section and didn't drown.  This morning we drove by Disneyland.  Then we went to the Newport Beach temple and then we went and had a picnic at Newport Beach.  Then we went to church and after church we went to Huntington Beach, the Surf Capitol of the USA!  We got to find seashells.  The ocean was awesome!  We forgot the thing that transfers pictures to the computer, so we'll post pictures when we get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5979697414529138326?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5979697414529138326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5979697414529138326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5979697414529138326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5979697414529138326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/california-day-2.html' title='California Day 2'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3132554621546241777</id><published>2009-12-26T20:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:06:00.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>California!</title><content type='html'>Well, Stefanie wanted to post a little note to you all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove from Provo to Anaheim, CA today.  It took forever!  We drove through Utah, Arizona, Nevada, and California.  We ate lunch in Las Vegas.  We got to pick up trash as a service on our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is warm here, but everyone is wearing coats.  We are going to go swimming in an outdoor pool tonight, because it is warm to us.  Our hotel has a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom.  Tomorrow I get to go to the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3132554621546241777?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3132554621546241777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3132554621546241777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3132554621546241777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3132554621546241777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/california.html' title='California!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1094714844288290143</id><published>2009-12-09T22:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T22:03:17.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is my one hundredth post.  It really seems like I should post something profound, but alas it isn't to be.  Simply put, we still haven't put up the Christmas Tree.  We may forgo it this year.  It would only be up for two weeks, since for Christmas we are leaving on a secret trip to a even secreter location.  More to come....as for the tree should we forget it this year?  What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1094714844288290143?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1094714844288290143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1094714844288290143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1094714844288290143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1094714844288290143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/12/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5330089703029103652</id><published>2009-11-25T15:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:46:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I'm not feeling very thankful this year.  I'm really struggling to keep an upbeat attitude, so I'm going to post about what I am most thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my husband and my daughter.  Steve is always so kind and caring.  He never says unkind words to me and he always treats me like a queen.  This past week I've been doing a lot of blubbering and he simply lets me cry on his shoulder...then he provides me with chocolate and makes sure all the house work is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie makes me smile everyday.  Her hugs always cheer me up.  I feel truly blessed to have been entrusted to be her mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5330089703029103652?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5330089703029103652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5330089703029103652' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5330089703029103652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5330089703029103652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5416138638140380201</id><published>2009-11-18T16:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:04:24.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>Wow!  What a difference a day makes.  I am feeling much more at peace today.  I go in for my D &amp;amp; C tomorrow.  I am nervous, but I'm sure all will go well.  While I am very sad to lose this little life that has been growing in me, I know that all will be fine.  I have a beautiful family and feel so blessed to know that Heavenly Father trusted me with even one of His precious children to call my own in this life.  Being a mother is one of the biggest gifts and blessings I've ever had and I'll enjoy every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps that today was a great day of teaching.  Some days I come home and wonder WHY DID I EVER WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH TEENAGERS!?  Today was not one of those days.  Today I remembered what a miracle it is that I get to have over 200 new "kids" every year.  Everything good that I want to have happen in my classroom, seemed to happen today.  I left work feeling very satisfied and blessed to be a teacher of 14-15 year olds.  I know it might sound crazy to you, but for me it is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do appreciate all of your prayers in my behalf.  I am confident that those prayers are what have helped me have a feeling of peace in my heart.  I feel truly blessed to have so many people that care about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5416138638140380201?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5416138638140380201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5416138638140380201' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5416138638140380201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5416138638140380201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1364861341982513078</id><published>2009-11-17T16:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T17:04:40.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good week...but it can only get better.</title><content type='html'>I wasn't going to post about this, but writing is therapeutic at times, I can use the prayers, so I figured why not (wow that was a run-on sentence...sorry).  So I'm pregnant, BUT the fetus died in utero.  Unfortunately, my body is refusing to naturally abort the pregnancy.  That means I get to go in for a D &amp;amp; C this Thursday afternoon.  I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm sure I'll survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve still hasn't been able to find a job.  When people talk about a rough economy, they aren't kidding.  Thankfully his health is much better.  This is a good thing since he has no medical insurance, due to losing his job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stress level is maxed out.  I've cried more than once at work and I'm not much of cry-er.  Anyway, I sure hope our turn for trials are over for a bit.  I am just about a basket case.  So far, I am managing to stay out of the looney bin (although my family may disagree).  I am struggling with my faith.  I know that Heavenly Father is aware of me and loves me, but I am really tired of the answer to my prayers being NO and NOT RIGHT NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that Steve will find a job.  Please pray that I will have the faith and strength to endure.  I am grateful that my family is a happy family.  We have a lot of love in our home and smile and laugh each day.  I don't want you to think we are miserable little complainers, but we could use your prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1364861341982513078?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1364861341982513078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1364861341982513078' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1364861341982513078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1364861341982513078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-good-weekbut-it-can-only-get-better.html' title='Not a good week...but it can only get better.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1853334428023862090</id><published>2009-10-09T18:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:52:23.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been?</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's been a long time since I posted.  Life's been hectic; what more can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started.  Only 4 1/2 more weeks and we are done with the first trimester.  Speaking of trimesters...this is the first year our district has used them.  It's been a big change!  I have great students, but HUGE classes.  Let me tell you, when you've got 36 teenagers in one class with only 35 seats, it gets crazy!  I am teaching English as well as a new class called Freshmen Success (which is realy a bit of an oxymoron).  I am still convinced that I picked the best career for me.  I love my job, I'm always happy to go to work and happy when I leave at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks into school, Steve had his gall bladder removed.  It went well and he feels like a new man.  Unfortunately, he had to drop out of this session of school because he missed so much class time due to being sick.  He'll start back up in school on the 20th of this month.  He also had to quit his job.  His employer was giving him severe reprecussions from missing so much time due to illness AND refused to put him back on his original schedule so that he could go to school.  Basically, he had to choose between school and work.  We chose school.  Thankfully, he had a job with insurance while he was sick.  Now he is insuranceless, but can probably get something through the school.  Teachers don't make a lot, but my check should get us by until he finds something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are feeling extremely blessed in our home.  Even when things seem to go wrong, they happen at exactly the time when we can handle it.  I love reading all your blogs and posts on Facebook.  It is so fun to keep in touch.  I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1853334428023862090?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1853334428023862090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1853334428023862090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1853334428023862090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1853334428023862090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3231144891615393565</id><published>2009-09-11T17:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T17:52:16.252-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Link</title><content type='html'>Okay, I forgot to add the link.  Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miraclefortegan.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.miraclefortegan.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3231144891615393565?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3231144891615393565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3231144891615393565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3231144891615393565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3231144891615393565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/09/link.html' title='Link'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5078108976237227010</id><published>2009-09-10T19:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:41:51.482-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plea for help</title><content type='html'>Some friends of ours have a little girl who is battling an extremely rare form of cancer.  Please check out their blog and click on the flyer link.  Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5078108976237227010?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5078108976237227010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5078108976237227010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5078108976237227010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5078108976237227010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/09/plea-for-help.html' title='Plea for help'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3685411363763874038</id><published>2009-08-26T19:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:06:39.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The doctor found something wrong...</title><content type='html'>So, we have a diagnosis for Steve.  It's called gastroparesis.  It's treatable.  We're relieved.  For more info click the link.  &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/digestive-disorders/digestive-disorders-gastroparesis"&gt;http://www.webmd.com/digestive-disorders/digestive-disorders-gastroparesis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3685411363763874038?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3685411363763874038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3685411363763874038' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3685411363763874038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3685411363763874038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/doctor-found-something-wrong.html' title='The doctor found something wrong...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-8670472034362022805</id><published>2009-08-07T15:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:06:09.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>July 9th---Steve's last day of school before summer break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 13th---Into the doctor for severe abdominable pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 14th---Ultra sound to check for gall stones...comes back normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 17th---Radioisotope test to check gall bladder function...comes back normal with liver profusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 31st---Meet with gastroentologist who say liver profusion is not a problem and orders an endoscopy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 3rd---Undergo endoscopy...doc takes biopsy of what he thinks may be an infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 7th---Receive endoscopy results...no infection.  Now what!?  School starts for Steve in 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17th---Follow up with gastroentologist to explore further options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 24th---School starts...what a way to spend your summer break...right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Steve is only allowed to use Tylenol (which makes him throw up) and Vicadin (which makes him dopey) for the pain.  Even the Vicadin doesn't alleviate the pain.  We're talking, curled up in the fetal position, shaking, and sweating pain here.  Needless to say we are discouraged and growing impatient.  We just want to know what's wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-8670472034362022805?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8670472034362022805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=8670472034362022805' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8670472034362022805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8670472034362022805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-9th-steves-last-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5236986590440441459</id><published>2009-07-22T11:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T11:27:04.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Pace</title><content type='html'>Okay, we made it out camping (minus tent poles), we've been fishing, managed to get a suntan,  and saw Harry Potter.  The rest of the items on our to do list are scratched for this summer.  I'm not complaining, but I am asking for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago Steve started having horrible pain in his stomach.  The doctor guessed it was his gall bladder, but tests reveal that his gall bladder is fine.  Apparently there is something (a profusion, which means excess or too much) on his liver which is not allowing bile to transfer between the liver and gall bladder.  As of now, we don't know what the growth is.  He meets with a specialist next Friday (31st) to look at things more closely (biopsy, scope, etc.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime he is in terrible pain.  We are asking our friends and family to pray for him over this next week.  Specifically praying for a relief in pain.  Thanks!  I hope you are having a good summer.  It's more than half over around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5236986590440441459?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5236986590440441459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5236986590440441459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5236986590440441459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5236986590440441459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/07/change-of-pace.html' title='Change of Pace'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5092743126833553023</id><published>2009-06-26T10:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:10:06.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm awful at remembering to take pictures.  So far this summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a 9 year-old birthday party sleep over...not to mention the other 6 sleep overs we've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie learned how to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've started up "summer school" with the 3 oldest nieces...we can't have them losing all their brain cells over the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned how to play 2 songs on my guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve bought a new-to-him truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Salt Lake for a farewell...then we're going back to Salt Lake again today for a family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw &lt;em&gt;Up&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planted a garden and started a strawberry patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all this Steve is still attending school full time and working full time.  Just two more weeks and he'll be done with the summer session of school.  He'll have several weeks off before he heads back for fall session.  In those few weeks we plan to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go camping at least twice.&lt;br /&gt;Practice our mad-fishing skills.&lt;br /&gt;Go to the midnight showing of &lt;em&gt;Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Take Stefanie to see the ocean for the first time in her life.&lt;br /&gt;Travel to Seattle for four fun-filled days of site seeing (do you like my use of alliteration?).&lt;br /&gt;Attend a family reunion at Ensign Ranch in Cle Elum, Washington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now promise to take pictures of these activities and post them at a later date :)  I hope you are all having a fun summer too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5092743126833553023?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5092743126833553023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5092743126833553023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5092743126833553023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5092743126833553023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6854841387524525883</id><published>2009-06-08T13:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T13:03:47.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Music</title><content type='html'>So, today is my birthday!  We celebrated on Saturday.  I had so much fun.  My dad cooked dinner and arranged for everyone to come to his house.  I had so much fun playing with my friends and family.  To top it off, I didn't have to cook anything or clean up.  I couldn't have asked for a better time...but it gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about 5 years I've been wanting to learn how to play the guitar...small problem, I don't own a guitar.  Imagine my shock and jubilation when I opened my gift from Steve &amp;amp; Stef and found a guitar!!!!  I'm loving it.  I've even learned how to play one song already :)  Thanks family for making my day the best!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Wednesday is my parent's 20th anniversary...if you know them take a minute to wish them congratulations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6854841387524525883?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6854841387524525883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6854841387524525883' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6854841387524525883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6854841387524525883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-music.html' title='Sweet Music'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7983909182977527580</id><published>2009-06-04T14:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:41:44.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine is fine!</title><content type='html'>Well, today is Stefanie's 9th birthday. WOW! I feel so blessed to be her mother. Here are some of my favorite things about Stefanie:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343575075534910354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SigxOD_js5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/FDnCWSpX8_Y/s400/Endofschool2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She has a very mature vocabulary and says things that end up being hilarious, because they are so out of place for kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Being her mother has taught me what true, unselfish love is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She loves to sing, dance, and be silly AND she usually drags me into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Obedience is high on her list of priorities; she rarely disobeys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She takes criticism well and is continually trying to improve herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Her voice carries over an entire crowd...she doesn't like being so loud...but I love that I can hear her over everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*She likes to tell jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to believe that next year she'll be entering the double digits! I think that every age has been my favorite. I definitely love having her in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7983909182977527580?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7983909182977527580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7983909182977527580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7983909182977527580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7983909182977527580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/nine-is-fine.html' title='Nine is fine!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SigxOD_js5I/AAAAAAAAAN8/FDnCWSpX8_Y/s72-c/Endofschool2009+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6895841692452987524</id><published>2009-06-04T14:22:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:30:46.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Companions</title><content type='html'>So, these are some of the wonderful people that I spent all day with at work this past school year. They keep me young and make me smile; I'll miss them...but not too much :) Can you find my brother? He's here, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SigtlzIoIzI/AAAAAAAAANc/n6l06JMTme4/s1600-h/Endofschool2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343571085279896370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SigtlzIoIzI/AAAAAAAAANc/n6l06JMTme4/s200/Endofschool2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343571695214622530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SiguJTUZd0I/AAAAAAAAANs/Lg-oNo_E2VY/s200/Endofschool2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/Sigt6cfaqHI/AAAAAAAAANk/CPUc-xfLsqU/s1600-h/Endofschool2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343571439978719346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/Sigt6cfaqHI/AAAAAAAAANk/CPUc-xfLsqU/s200/Endofschool2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343571921423636162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SiguWeA1FsI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B1M2uVZcGG4/s200/Endofschool2009+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6895841692452987524?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6895841692452987524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6895841692452987524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6895841692452987524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6895841692452987524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/daily-companions.html' title='Daily Companions'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SigtlzIoIzI/AAAAAAAAANc/n6l06JMTme4/s72-c/Endofschool2009+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3780970744382804678</id><published>2009-06-02T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:07:34.034-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Report</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have a friend &lt;a href="http://www.lindsayadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt; who periodically posts about the books she has read.  I love it when she does this for several reasons, mostly because it gives me some ideas about good books to read.  I've decided to steal her idea and run with it.  So, in no particular order, here are the books I've read so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Tree Grows in Brooklyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Betty Smith---&lt;br /&gt;This book never looked appealing to me, but I decided to give it a shot.  I loved it.  Simply put, it is a story about a young girl growing up with a troubled family in Brooklyn.  It takes place in the early 19oos.  The author beautifully covers the trials of youth and brings her characters to life with eloquent descriptions.  I highly recommend this book to all females around...I am just guessing that the gentlemen might find it a bit dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gone With the Wind&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Margaret Mitchell &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you won't believe it, but I've never watched this movie.  I fell in love with the character of Rhett Butler in this story and came to loathe Scarlett O'hara.  This is another piece of historical fiction, taking place during the Civil War.  I enjoyed it immensely and give 5 out of 5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Victor Hugo&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my top 5 favorite books of all time.  I try and read it once every other year.  It is a loooooooooong book, but worth every page.  If you want to learn about love, you should read this book.  If you want to read about sin and redemption, you should read this book.  If you want to read about sacrifice, service, and trials...you should read this book.  This classic story of the convict Jean Valjean, the young and innocent Cosette, and the dedicated inspector Javert is a classic tale that teaches many lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by William Shakespeare&lt;br /&gt;You've all read it.  I got to teach it.  I also read it 5 times...this year...yes as in 2009.  I actually enjoyed it much more than I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Luxe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Anna Godbersen&lt;br /&gt;This is a young adult book.  It too takes place in New York in the early 1900s.  It is the story of a wealthy young lady, who falls in love with the help, but is forced to marry another.  It was a quick read and reminiscent of a soap opera.  It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Cups of Tea&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Greg Mortenson&lt;br /&gt;Lest you think I only read fiction, here is my most recent read.  This is the story of how a mountain climber turned philanthropist.  Greg set forth on a mission to bring schools to the remote mountains of Pakistan.  His mission has spread to include other remote areas of the Middle East.  The focus is primarily on educating women.  A very inspiring read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you are caught up on my reading I shall delete my most recent reads and begin anew.  First on the list is &lt;em&gt;Don Quixote de La Mancha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3780970744382804678?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3780970744382804678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3780970744382804678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3780970744382804678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3780970744382804678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/book-report.html' title='Book Report'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7780934405189414297</id><published>2009-06-02T22:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:34:12.628-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The best thing about school is summer vacation :)</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I made it through my first year of teaching.  I've heard so many horror stories about the first year.  I'm almost afraid to admit that my first year went by smoothly and without a hitch.  I love this new career!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer vacation is here and we are enjoying lots of rain.  I love rain.  Unfortunately, it has prohibited us from doing very many outdoor activities.  We have, nonetheless, been enjoying ourselves.  Yesterday, we got signed up for the summer reading program and picked out books to read (I am going to conquer &lt;em&gt;Don Quixote&lt;/em&gt;, so far I love it).  Then we all went and got our teeth cleaned...I know you're thinking UGH, but the reality is that I love to get my teeth cleaned.  Last night was also Stefanie's end-of-the year dance recital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was spent in the kitchen.  Stefanie baked a loaf of banana bread all by herself.  It turned out perfect!!!  We went over to Aunt Kristi's house to share it and came home with an empty bread pan :)  Despite the rain, we went to the park for lunch.  Tonight Stefanie also cooked dinner, with very little help.  After dinner we went to grandma's house and watched &lt;em&gt;Goonies&lt;/em&gt;.  All-in-all our summer is starting off fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7780934405189414297?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7780934405189414297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7780934405189414297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7780934405189414297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7780934405189414297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/06/best-thing-about-school-is-summer.html' title='The best thing about school is summer vacation :)'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2635229205459133660</id><published>2009-05-22T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:41:13.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who says dandelions are weeds?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/ShbVOOOOvII/AAAAAAAAANU/OF37rOtGjEI/s1600-h/100_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338688848606968962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/ShbVOOOOvII/AAAAAAAAANU/OF37rOtGjEI/s320/100_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,102,0)" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbLyOk79gk0/SgDYLUlrjeI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Fbtvd2VhVOQ/s1600-h/100_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Reasons why I like dandelions:&lt;br /&gt;*They are a beautiful bright yellow like the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;*It means good weather is finally here&lt;br /&gt;*They are ok to pick form any yard&lt;br /&gt;*They are strong and grow anywhere (good example of how we should be)&lt;br /&gt;*I get several bouquets a day from children who love me and for that I believe that they are a gift from our Heavenly Father for Mothers everywhere brought to us by little angels.&lt;br /&gt;*Somehow there is always a good supply, they never go away&lt;br /&gt;*When they are old and die they still have the power to grant wishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----I totally stole this post from my friend Becky Hadley, thanks Becky for the great post...I hope you don't mind :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2635229205459133660?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2635229205459133660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2635229205459133660' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2635229205459133660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2635229205459133660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-says-dandelions-are-weeds.html' title='Who says dandelions are weeds?!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/ShbVOOOOvII/AAAAAAAAANU/OF37rOtGjEI/s72-c/100_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-4824735895848778115</id><published>2009-05-17T20:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:13:43.194-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/ShDPN-B5NiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2lqkHwAnhvA/s1600-h/Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336993397330228770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/ShDPN-B5NiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2lqkHwAnhvA/s320/Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, Steve and I celebrated our 11th anniversary. Life with Steve has been so much fun. The day of our wedding was beautiful. I remember kneeling across the altar from him and knowing that there was nothing more right I could be doing with my life. Time has proven that marrying him is the best thing I've ever done. I love him so much!!! He is kind, patient, and fun...and those are just some of his best qualities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yesterday Stefanie had a dance competition in Farmington, Utah. We drove down and watched her dance...she did awesome!! Then we stopped for a delicious meal at Olive Garden. Next we wandered over to the Ogden Temple, where we were married, and talked with Stef about our wedding day, and took pictures. After arriving home, Steve and I went and saw &lt;em&gt;Seventeen Again&lt;/em&gt;. It was a cute movie and a perfect day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336995804587246242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/ShDRaFwsQqI/AAAAAAAAAM8/PGStqBhra8o/s320/Picture+257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Today was my sister-in-law's birthday. We had a dinner to celebrate. Well, my brother-in-law is an expert quilter and made her a beautiful quilt for her birthday. Surprise of surprises, he also made one for me and gave it to me today, even though my birthday isn't for several more weeks. It is absolutely gorgeous...thanks Andy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336996732162503490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/ShDSQFP3c0I/AAAAAAAAANM/FAfr0HCZEFo/s320/Picture+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-4824735895848778115?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4824735895848778115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=4824735895848778115' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4824735895848778115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4824735895848778115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/ShDPN-B5NiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/2lqkHwAnhvA/s72-c/Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-4856722510497036245</id><published>2009-05-14T21:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:22:11.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Days and Counting...</title><content type='html'>until summer vacation!  I think this teacher is more excited for break than her students are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-4856722510497036245?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4856722510497036245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=4856722510497036245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4856722510497036245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4856722510497036245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/05/eight-days-and-counting.html' title='Eight Days and Counting...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-4846877221158203629</id><published>2009-04-29T09:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T09:57:19.955-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinner'/><title type='text'>Favorite Recipe</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we've been home sick for the past two days...no it's not the swine flu...at least I don't think it is.  Anyway, I'm sitting here trying to figure out what to make for dinner.  So far nothing sounds great...so I'm asking you to help me.  Here's the deal; I'll share one of my favorite recipes with you and then you can leave a comment sharing one of your favorite recipes with me.  Hopefully I'll be able to come up with a great idea for dinner tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather's Homemade Beef Stroganoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb ground beef&lt;br /&gt;1 package cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 can cream of mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;1tbsp worstcheshire sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup water&lt;br /&gt;1 chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:  Brown hamburger with chopped up onion until cooked.  Add soup, water, milk, and cream cheese.  Mix ingredients together on hot stove top until the cream cheese has melted.  Then add the worstcheshire sauce and salt and pepper.  (You may have to adjust the amount of liquid depending on how thick your stroganoff is).  Serve over pasta, baked potatoe, or rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now it's your turn.  Give me what you've got!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-4846877221158203629?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4846877221158203629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=4846877221158203629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4846877221158203629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4846877221158203629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/favorite-recipe.html' title='Favorite Recipe'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-487766854432133262</id><published>2009-04-27T20:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T20:39:43.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry</title><content type='html'>We live in an uncertain time.  It seems that many are focused on the negative and the what ifs.  Unfortunately, I see myself slipping into this trend even though I tend to think that worry and pessimism change nothing.  These qualities only make folks miserable, they don't change the outcome.  On that note I want to quote one of my favorite artists, Mr. Bob Marley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"Don't worry about a thing 'cause every little thing is gonna be all right!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'd like to follow this thought up with a quote from another favorite song, that I am sure many of you will recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Here is a little song I wrote. You might want to sing it note for note. Don't worry be happy! In every life we have some trouble, when you worry you make it double. Don't worry, be happy!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life is full of uncertainties and troubles...it is part of the adventure that we signed up for.  Without the bad, we simply wouldn't know what good is.  Stress and worry have been proven to cause health problems, so we need to all stop worrying and just enjoy the good that does happen each day.  Our worry and stress won't change anything!  Whether we worry or not, in the end everything will work out.  Heavenly Father loves us and does have a plan of happiness in place for us.  His plan will not fail.  I'll leave you with a quote from Gordon B. Hinckley.  I'd encourage us all to take his message to heart and apply this principle in our lives.  After all the world can use as much happiness and optimism as it can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;"It isn't as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out. Don't worry. I say that to myself every morning. It all works out in the end. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future. The Lord will not forsake us. He will not forsake us. If we will put our trust in Him, if we will pray to Him, if we will live worthy of His blessings, He will hear our prayers." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-487766854432133262?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/487766854432133262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=487766854432133262' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/487766854432133262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/487766854432133262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-worry.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2144531152123883987</id><published>2009-04-23T15:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:45:19.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'l Be Back</title><content type='html'>I will survive the last 5 weeks of school!  I'll be back this summer.  See you then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2144531152123883987?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2144531152123883987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2144531152123883987' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2144531152123883987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2144531152123883987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/04/il-be-back.html' title='I&apos;l Be Back'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1894388955804493267</id><published>2009-03-17T15:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:49:11.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Game of Kindness...</title><content type='html'>It has also been called 'Pay it forward'.  So. . . here's the idea. Be one of the first 3 people to leave a comment on this post and you will be the lucky recipient of a handmade gift from me some time this year. (I know one year is a long time to wait, but that is going to make it even better, right?) Now here is the catch, you have to post the same thing on your blog and do the same for 3 lucky people. GOOD LUCK! This is going to be a fun thing to try!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1894388955804493267?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1894388955804493267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1894388955804493267' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1894388955804493267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1894388955804493267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/little-game-of-kindness.html' title='Little Game of Kindness...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-8289176738439617218</id><published>2009-03-09T19:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T19:57:55.131-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew....</title><content type='html'>Well we've made it through another month.  Life continues to be crazy, but summer is just around the corner!!!!  We are all healthy and happy here.  After almost a year of no work, Steve has started a new job.  It is in customer service (not his favorite, but it is his speciality) and the company started him out at the top of the pay scale.  So, we are praying that he'll be able to continue excelling in his studies while also working.  I think I may have forgot to mention that he got a 4.0 his first semester!!!!  I am so proud of him and he is so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-8289176738439617218?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8289176738439617218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=8289176738439617218' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8289176738439617218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8289176738439617218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew.html' title='Whew....'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5841052478233549295</id><published>2009-02-02T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:57:12.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Request for prayer</title><content type='html'>I have a student whose father passed away over the weekend.  This young man is really struggling.  I was hoping that all of you who read my blog could just take a minute today to pray for him.  He needs strength and comfort during this hard time.  His name is Shawn.  Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5841052478233549295?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5841052478233549295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5841052478233549295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5841052478233549295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5841052478233549295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/02/request-for-prayer.html' title='Request for prayer'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3486107418327699063</id><published>2009-01-26T09:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T09:46:29.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Read</title><content type='html'>Since leaving the library and heading into the classroom, I've lost my "in" on good books to read.  Everything I've read lately has been for the 9th grade Enlish curriculum.  I need some suggestions for a good read.  Something light and fun would be great.  I just finished &lt;em&gt;Romeo and Juliet&lt;/em&gt; as well as &lt;em&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/em&gt;.  So...I am ready for something a little less intense.  So...fire away, please!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3486107418327699063?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3486107418327699063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3486107418327699063' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3486107418327699063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3486107418327699063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-read.html' title='Good Read'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6061742452925633757</id><published>2009-01-14T18:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T18:50:10.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I really feel like I need to post to my blog.  It has been far too long neglected.  I also need a moment to vent...so read with caution :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and tomorrow are final exams for my kiddos.  This means that I have survived my first semester of teaching!  I really do enjoy it, but I'm already counting down the days until Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into teaching with so many wonderful ideas about how I was going to influence teenagers and help them be better people.  What I've realized is that 14 and 15 year olds are ungrateful, lazy, hilarious, talkative, perverted, and sometimes the kindest people on the planet.  While my grand illusions have faded, I am realizing that I can still teach these kids something...even if it isn't life altering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tired of my students complaining all of the time!!!  I decided it was time for them to realize that life could be worse...I mean after all they are only being forced to receive a free education that will provide them with better job opportunities and a better life overall.  Anyway, I had my dad (who grew up in a 3rd world country, dropped out of school, and is just now going to college) come talk to my students about the gift of education.  You know what?  Some of the kids actually listened :)  Then, we talked about people who have been positive influences and I made them write a real,true snail mail letter thanking that person.  Guess what?  A handful of them actually took the assignment seriously...so I consider it a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen and fifteen year old boys have way too many hormones running through their systems.  Consequently, they seem to have only one thing on their mind...three guesses what it is and the first two guesses don't count.  Anyway, locker room talk is prevalent in school.  Unfortunately, I have had to personally talk to several young men about the inappropriateness of this behavior and teach them what appropriate humor is.  You'd never guess it, but these boys actually &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; tell funny, clean jokes.  They make it a point to get me laughing every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I watch students being kind to each other every day.  Example #1:  Last week a young man showed up to my class in tears.  The girl sitting next to him put her arm around him, told him she was willing to help him, and that she cared about him.  Example #2:  Mike is late to my 6th hour every day, but I don't mind.  You see, Mike helps his best buddy (who is handicapped) get to class.  He opens the kid's locker for him and carries his books to class.  Example #3:  Every year our school hosts Penny Wars.  This year my students raised $250 in pennies to donate to the food bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, despite the bad...I guess I'll take the lot of them.  I really couldn't be happier in any other profession.  I guess I am saying, I'm grateful for every last one of my students faults and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6061742452925633757?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6061742452925633757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6061742452925633757' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6061742452925633757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6061742452925633757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/vent.html' title='Vent'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3558964412120663925</id><published>2009-01-03T09:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T09:34:59.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're still here</title><content type='html'>Despite finding our camera, we have been unable to get it to communicate with our computer, so no photos will accompany this post :(  We've had a great holiday season!  We visited family, cleaned the house, played in the snow, ate lots of good food, traveled, and more.  We are excited for 2009 and hope that life is treating you all kindly.  We plan on returning to life as usual come Monday, the 5th of January.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3558964412120663925?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3558964412120663925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3558964412120663925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3558964412120663925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3558964412120663925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re still here'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6044526989965286449</id><published>2008-12-01T22:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:08:44.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We found it!</title><content type='html'>We found our digital camera....hoorah!!!  Now, if we can just figure out why our computer won't recognize it, we could upload all our pictures.  We had a great Thanksgiving.  We went out to Knox Canyon over the weekend and chopped down our very own Christmas tree.  It was loads of fun, hopefully pictures of our adventure will follow in the next day or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6044526989965286449?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6044526989965286449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6044526989965286449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6044526989965286449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6044526989965286449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-found-it.html' title='We found it!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3383865724662263750</id><published>2008-11-25T16:49:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:59:41.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been teaching a poetry unit to my students. It has inspired me to write a bit of my own poetry, although I do not consider myself to be a poet. Enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Who Is She?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her smile is like a ray of sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brightening my day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her eyes are as blue as the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And contain the hopes and dreams of tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her laugh is a like a beacon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guiding my soul to happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a great story book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sharing tales with all who will listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a tornado full of energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That can't hold still leaving a path behind her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Energetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And freckly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who is she?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's my daughter, Stefanie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272748586404689490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SSyQ5zKYNlI/AAAAAAAAALY/UMLwxPSItq4/s200/StefanieSchoolPic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3383865724662263750?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3383865724662263750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3383865724662263750' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3383865724662263750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3383865724662263750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-teaching-poetry-unit-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SSyQ5zKYNlI/AAAAAAAAALY/UMLwxPSItq4/s72-c/StefanieSchoolPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-8232154962669659675</id><published>2008-11-14T20:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:54:41.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Done</title><content type='html'>Saw this somewhere else &amp;amp; I thought it was fun...you should try it too!  Here's 35 things I've done in my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Started my own blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Played in a band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Visited Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Been to Disneyland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Climbed a mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sang a solo in front of more than 300 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Taught myself an art from scratch (quilting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Grew my own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Had a pillow fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hitch hiked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Watched a sunrise and a sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Learned a foreign language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; rock climbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sang karaoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saw Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went snorkeling in the Pacific Ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kissed in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Played in the mud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Went to a drive-in theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Got flowers for no reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Donated blood, platelets, and plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stood in Times Square&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Visited the White House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Killed (Steve did the killing) and prepared an animal for eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Read the Bible (minus Song of Solomon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Memorized a poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;34. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Accompanied a high school choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;35.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Held a real live lion cub!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-8232154962669659675?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8232154962669659675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=8232154962669659675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8232154962669659675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8232154962669659675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-ive-done.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2664033805717878190</id><published>2008-11-12T21:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:08:49.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of a High School Teacher</title><content type='html'>Okay, my cousin did this on her blog and I thought it was fun...so here it goes!   &lt;em&gt;What do you do all day? Randomly throughout the day, update your blog on your latest life happenings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:34 a.m.  I wake up, the alarm hasn't gone off yet, but I know that I'll have more energy all day long if I just get up now.  So, I climb out of bed and go read my scriptures then it's onto the elliptical while I watch my most recently recorded episode of &lt;em&gt;17 Kids and Counting&lt;/em&gt;.  By now the alarm has gone off and Steve is stirring, so I take a quick turn in the bathroom and make breakfast.  Stef's up by 7:00 and we're out the door at 7:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:40 I drop Stefanie off at the neighbor's house for carpool to school and I get on the freeway to head out to work.  I love my drive into work, the view is spectacular, especially at this time of year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 I arrive at Century High School, stop by my mailbox, and head into my room for another fun filled day.  While setting up my classroom I listen to my &lt;em&gt;Forest Gump Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;.  As kids come and go before the start of school, they all comment on my music.  Overwhelmingly, the decision is that the music is torturous.  I continue to sing along loudly, while smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:35 The bell rings and the day is under way.  Today we are discussing writing from the Civil Rights Movement.  We read Martin Luther King's &lt;em&gt;I Have a Dream&lt;/em&gt; speech, &lt;em&gt;There is a Longing&lt;/em&gt; by Chief Dan George, and an excerpt from &lt;em&gt;My Story&lt;/em&gt; by Rosa Parks.  This is one of my favorite eras of American history and I thouroughly enjoy the thought provoking reading and discussion that occurs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:34  Second hour, my prep hour begins!  I spend the time trying to get caught up on all my grading.  Grades are due this week and I still have papers piled up all over my desk!!!  It feels good to get through a good chunk of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:46 Back in class.  Third hour goes by without a hitch...although my brother is tardy AGAIN.  I have to remind him that if he gets many more, he'll be truant.  Fourth hour is super talkative and gets to spend six minutes of their lunch with me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:51  Lunch finally arrives and I have cafeteria duty.  I make the rounds stopping to give several of my students a hard time about this or that.  I laugh a lot and actually enjoy my time monitoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30  School's back in session and the rest of the day goes by without a hitch.  By 4:00 I'm out the door and on my way home.  Stefanie and Steve are already at home ready to greet me.  We all sit down in the office and visit about our day.  THIS IS MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE DAY.  We decide to have breakfast for dinner and work together to clean up the house and cook up some flapjacks.  Feeling as if we've all earned it, we sit down to eat a scrumptious meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 Steve is headed out the door to work and Stefanie and I sit down to do homework.  She is working on researching Harriet Beecher Stowe.  We found out some interesting facts and get them all written down.  Stefanie practices piano, reads her scriptures, showers, and is off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 With Stef in bed I sit down to grade more of that neverending pile of paper.  I actually have one student whose writing is so hilariously funny that I laugh until I cry.  His work is so great that I call my mom to share the writing with her, she laughs as well...I love this part of my job.  After all, who knew that tacos could give you super powers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30  Finally, time for bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2664033805717878190?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2664033805717878190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2664033805717878190' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2664033805717878190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2664033805717878190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-in-life-of-high-school-teacher.html' title='A Day in the Life of a High School Teacher'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7705036618738388314</id><published>2008-11-08T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T20:11:23.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Truckin</title><content type='html'>Yes, we're still alive...just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BUSY!!!&lt;/u&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;We've been down to Provo (UT) and back, up to Yakima (WA) and back, out to Las Vegas (NV) and finally HOME.  On top of all this, I am trying to teach and I am on the committee to restructure the entire 9th grade English curriculum.  WOW!  No wonder I'm sleeping so well at night :)  Next weekend we look forward to seeing many of you out in Tooele.  Maybe I'll catch my breath over Christmas break...it's only a month away I think I can make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7705036618738388314?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7705036618738388314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7705036618738388314' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7705036618738388314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7705036618738388314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/11/still-truckin.html' title='Still Truckin'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1283772109526848400</id><published>2008-10-22T07:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T12:48:22.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Vic</title><content type='html'>My dad's oldest brother, Victor, passed away last night. My uncles all hold a special place in my heart. You see, my dad died when I was five and I don't remember him. So, his brothers have all made sure that they kept his memory alive. They all share stories about my dad and their growing up years with him. Each of my uncles has also been a surrogate father at times for me. I'll miss Uncle Vic and I'll always remember the time he took to make sure I knew my dad. I know that there was a happy reunion for him as he was reunited with his father, brother, sister, and son who all passed on before him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1283772109526848400?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1283772109526848400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1283772109526848400' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1283772109526848400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1283772109526848400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/uncle-vic.html' title='Uncle Vic'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-8174563105168510739</id><published>2008-10-21T19:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:54:05.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Unusual Prescription</title><content type='html'>Any of you who know me well, will know that I'm not a big fan of physical affection (i.e. hugs).  I hug my daughter and husband regularly, my mom and dad occasionally, my brother rarely, and others VERY sporadically.  I just have a very big personal bubble, I've been that way all of my life.  Sometimes it's almost as if people touching me hurts...I know it's a bit strange...but it is what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week this random fact came up during one of my classes.  My students were appalled that I don't like to hug my MOM of all people.  They have taken it upon themselves to cure me of this terrible malady.  Even though it was only told to one class, all my students now know the horror.  Consequently, I have teenagers coming in and hugging me at all hours of the day!  I'm not really sure how to react...I think I better just tell them I'm cured and hope that my boss doesn't walk in while one of them is hugging me.  I'd hate to get fired for sexual harrassment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it is wonderful to know that the kids care and want to help me...by the way, I gave my mom a hug this weekend :)  I even enjoyed it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-8174563105168510739?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8174563105168510739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=8174563105168510739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8174563105168510739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8174563105168510739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/unusual-prescription.html' title='An Unusual Prescription'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7145023413691161573</id><published>2008-10-16T12:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:22:13.492-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposition 8</title><content type='html'>Normally, I keep my political viewpoints to myself. Today I'm going to step up on my soapbox. As many of you may know, there is an intiative on the ballot in California called Proposition 8. This proposition would define marriage in California as being between a man and a woman. &lt;strong&gt;I STRONGLY SUPPORT THIS MEASURE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; If you live in California please vote &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; on proposition 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this measure fails to pass, schools in California will be required to teach that marriage is a union between any two people, doctors will be forced to provide fertility treatments to same sex partners (despite the doctor's personal beliefs), clergy will be required to recognize &amp;amp; perform same sex unions (or face legal battles and/or loss of tax exempt status), and the ramifications could go on and on. The bottom line is, if this measure fails other states will follow suite and life as we know it, will change for the worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a minute to become informed on this measure &lt;a href="http://www.whatisprop8.com/"&gt;http://www.whatisprop8.com/&lt;/a&gt; . Even if you don't live in California, become informed and spread the word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7145023413691161573?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7145023413691161573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7145023413691161573' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7145023413691161573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7145023413691161573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/proposition-8.html' title='Proposition 8'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1959538140644451311</id><published>2008-10-12T21:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:06:12.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting &amp; Snow</title><content type='html'>Stef and Steve went hunting this weekend.  This was Stefanie's first time out.  She loved it, despite the 3-4 inches of snow that fell while they were out.  Unfortunately, the snow scared away the deer.  They saw a few elk, but of course, elk season isn't open.  Pictures are forthcoming. (We managed to lose our digital camera, so we've had to resort to our old traditional camera)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1959538140644451311?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1959538140644451311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1959538140644451311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1959538140644451311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1959538140644451311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/hunting-snow.html' title='Hunting &amp; Snow'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3757820501122561179</id><published>2008-10-06T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:16:25.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>If only...</title><content type='html'>As we started reading &lt;em&gt;The Miracle Worker&lt;/em&gt; in my classes today, I find myself wishing that this were a possibility:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254243893642561506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SOrS-6vUh-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/9K8fbV3dBTQ/s200/zits.bmp" width="441" border="0" /&gt;Frame 1: Pierce, are those pulleys?  Yup.  Frame 2: My literature class is doing a unit on Elizabethean Poetry.  Frame 3:  Pierce is using pulleys to keep himself alert.  For better quality follow this link.  &lt;a href="http://www.arcamax.com/zits"&gt;http://www.arcamax.com/zits&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although I find the story of Helen Keller and Annie Sullivan fascinating and motivating, many of my students find it a bit dull.  If only I could put all those facial piercings to good use :)  Have a great day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3757820501122561179?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3757820501122561179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3757820501122561179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3757820501122561179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3757820501122561179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/if-only.html' title='If only...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SOrS-6vUh-I/AAAAAAAAALQ/9K8fbV3dBTQ/s72-c/zits.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6315396007181183564</id><published>2008-10-03T18:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:10:46.275-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Great New Layouts</title><content type='html'>My cousin, Amy, has started a new blog.  She is creating blog layouts and sharing the html codes for free!  How awesome is that?!!  She's got some cute stuff, so check it out... &lt;a href="http://www.delightfuldots.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.delightfuldots.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6315396007181183564?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6315396007181183564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6315396007181183564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6315396007181183564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6315396007181183564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-new-layouts.html' title='Great New Layouts'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7096291021319334617</id><published>2008-09-30T19:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T19:45:51.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Fruta!</title><content type='html'>My mom has grape vines in her back yard. She occasionally waters them, never sprays them for bugs, usually lets the birds eat them, and most definitely does NOT do anything to aid in their health. I kind of feel sorry for the plants :( Despite her best efforts, her vines are overflowing with beautiful fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week we picked enough grapes to make OODLEs of raisins. On Saturday we picked four (yes, as in the number after 3) large garbage bags full of grapes. Which Stefanie sold to our neighbors for free, her words, not mine. We also made homeade grape juice, but not wine (even though Christopher is curious about how that might work). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251995117556638338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SOLVu7AMooI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PnrFCEqNXi8/s200/_grapes-big.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt;This weekend we are planning on picking the rest of the fruit, which is about 4 more garbage bags full. This time around we'll make jelly. I am so happy that my mom shares her bounties with us, it makes me feel so industrious. So, even though she may not be overly excited about her little vineyard, it is enough to make me smile really BIG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7096291021319334617?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7096291021319334617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7096291021319334617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7096291021319334617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7096291021319334617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/viva-fruta.html' title='Viva Fruta!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SOLVu7AMooI/AAAAAAAAAKk/PnrFCEqNXi8/s72-c/_grapes-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6053592799868917707</id><published>2008-09-28T21:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:11:03.138-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Your Potential</title><content type='html'>I wish I had one of those vinyl cling makers.  If I did, I would have the phrase &lt;em&gt;Remember Your Potential&lt;/em&gt; made and I would hang it where I would see it every day.  I hope you will all remember your potential...you can become great, even heirs to the Most High.  I am so grateful for this knowledge and pray every day that I can help my students remember their potential as well (even if I can't preach to them).  I hope your Sabbath was wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6053592799868917707?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6053592799868917707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6053592799868917707' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6053592799868917707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6053592799868917707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/remember-your-potential.html' title='Remember Your Potential'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7159995207958474239</id><published>2008-09-23T20:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:55:12.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Five years &amp; Five changes</title><content type='html'>The last five years have seen quite a few ups and downs in my life! I'd like to share five of them with you, in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***On May 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2006 I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; graduated from college!  It took me a total of ten years to obtain my bachelor's degree in history.  Mind you, I did take four years off of school to give birth to Stefanie and enjoy some quality time with her.  This was a huge accomplishment mentally for me, it built up my self-esteem and gave me confidence in my ability to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;***On April 1st, 2005 we purchased the home we now live in.  It has been a great thing to be a home owner again.  We have many memories in our home and look forward to making many more here.  We've lived here longer than any other place we've called home during our marriage.&lt;br /&gt;***On August 1st, 2003 we moved back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pocatello&lt;/span&gt; after living for several years in the Salt Lake Valley.  It was marvelous to come home!!!  I haven't missed Utah for a single second of the past five years.&lt;br /&gt;***On February 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;, 2007 my father-in-law passed away.  He is greatly missed and I occasionally find myself getting ready to call him, only to remember that there is no phone number listed for his current home.&lt;br /&gt;***On May 16&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, 2008 Steve and I celebrated &lt;strong&gt;ten&lt;/strong&gt; years of marriage.  Considering that in America, approximately 50% of marriages end in divorce, I consider this a major accomplishment!  We are still very much in love with each other, matter of fact I can honestly say that I am profoundly in love with Steve...more so than the day I married him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tell me...what has changed in your life over the past five years?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7159995207958474239?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7159995207958474239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7159995207958474239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7159995207958474239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7159995207958474239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/five-years-five-changes.html' title='Five years &amp; Five changes'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5118038597342037603</id><published>2008-09-20T06:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T06:46:39.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to my bro</title><content type='html'>Last night my mom and I went to Century's football game to watch my brother march with the band during half time. I had a blast! Mostly, I realized what an awesome brother I have. Here are just a few of the reasons why I love him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is ALWAYS kind to Stefanie...even when she's annoying him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He thinks it is cool that I am his teacher...and he's not embarassed if his friends know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is funny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He trusts me enough to tell me who his secret crush is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By being born, he made our family, a FAMILY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He honors his priesthood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248083722276502130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SNTwVwHM-nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-HJUEdKGSiQ/s200/Chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I could think of a bazillion more reasons why I love him, but I'll stop here. I have the best brother ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5118038597342037603?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5118038597342037603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5118038597342037603' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5118038597342037603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5118038597342037603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/shout-out-to-my-bro.html' title='Shout out to my bro'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SNTwVwHM-nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-HJUEdKGSiQ/s72-c/Chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7542091218313043723</id><published>2008-09-16T21:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:16:05.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, I didn't know...</title><content type='html'>Our school has a policy of no electronic devices in class. If the teacher sees it, then they get to keep it for the day. Well, I had no idea that there is a fancy new type of calculator out there. Amazingly, it looks like this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246822975320024258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SNB1sntO5MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JDI2nmHMSZs/s200/cellphone.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;But, my student insisted that this was not a phone!  It couldn't make a phone call or send a text message...it was just a fancy calculator.  Well, I looked at him and said, "How stupid do you think I am?!".  He agreed that I'm not an idiot and that it was a phone by-golly.  It's amazing the stories they try to pass off! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7542091218313043723?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7542091218313043723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7542091218313043723' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7542091218313043723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7542091218313043723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/wow-i-didnt-know.html' title='Wow, I didn&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SNB1sntO5MI/AAAAAAAAAKA/JDI2nmHMSZs/s72-c/cellphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-8932284766643659310</id><published>2008-09-05T20:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:23:15.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>***Teenagers are capable of reading a story, texting a friend, and talking to a neighbor all at the SAME time.&lt;br /&gt;***That same teenager will admamantly deny that they are texting &amp;amp; talking even though you can see their phone and hear them talk.&lt;br /&gt;***Then they are dumbfounded that you are going take their phone away, because they will DIE if they don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;***No matter how clearly you give directions to a class of 14 year olds, who look like they're listening, at least 10 of them will ask, "Now, what did you want us to do?"&lt;br /&gt;***Freshman are dumbfounded when you tell them they are getting an "F" because they didn't turn in their work...well what did you think!&lt;br /&gt;***No matter what you teach during the last period of the day on Friday, it will have to be re-taught on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;***Teenagers have more enthusiasm than a toddler, as long as they are talking about something they are interested in.&lt;br /&gt;***The youth of today have goals...and I am confident that most of them will achieve them.&lt;br /&gt;***High school kids are silly and love to make people laugh, even if it is during the most suspenseful scene of Daphne du Maurier's &lt;em&gt;The Birds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love my job, I'm just REALLY happy that today is Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-8932284766643659310?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8932284766643659310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=8932284766643659310' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8932284766643659310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8932284766643659310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7652368217748188012</id><published>2008-09-04T19:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:09:47.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy as Bees</title><content type='html'>So, school is in full swing for me.  I feel at home in the classroom and I am SUPER grateful that this year's freshman class is a wonderful one.  Last year there were several freshman who I personally banned from ever coming to the library (without a teacher) again.  The 9th graders last year were a nightmare...to put it nicely.  So, I was a bit terrified to be teaching all freshman for my first year of teaching.  I can honestly say that they are AWESOME.  They have a lot of energy and enthusiasm and they bring that vigor into the classroom.  I come home exhausted, but that's okay.  I sleep good at night, especially since we got a new matress a week ago :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve is loving studying auto mechanics.  Who knew that this would be his forte?  I sure wouldn't have guessed, but he is in heaven.  Dinner time is spent listening to all the ins and outs of engines.  I don't understand most of it, but I LOVE listening to him talk with so much passion.  His class is small and he spends all day with the same people, which is pretty nice.  They are all quite a bit younger than him, so he finds himself relating to his professor more than his fellow students, which is fine.  He gets to go to a huge automobile/mechanic conference in Las Vegas during November.  I am a bit jealous.  He's excited to go and learn and see all the new products that will be introduced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stefanie says that her teacher this year is the teacher of her dreams.  She loves Mrs. Welch!  I am really glad she is happy in her class.  Her best buddy, Barbara, is not in her class this year and they were pretty bummed about that, so I am relieved that they are both happy with their prospective teachers.  I swore I'd never be a mom that let her kid do a bunch of activities, but Stefanie seems to be pretty busy.  She wanted to take dance (clogging) and I wanted her to take piano so...I told her if she wanted to dance, she had to take piano.  Consequently she is studying piano at Idaho State Universtiy and clogging at The Dance Factory.  Being busy has done wonders for her.  We've had some behavior problems over the summer and now that she is busy, the problems have disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*We also broke down and got the internet back, despite the fact that Steve is still unemployed.  With two students and a teacher in the house, the internet is pretty much a necessity.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7652368217748188012?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7652368217748188012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7652368217748188012' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7652368217748188012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7652368217748188012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/09/busy-as-bees.html' title='Busy as Bees'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6168023814653391068</id><published>2008-08-25T10:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:38:20.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival</title><content type='html'>School is underway and I have survived my first 2 days of teaching.  I am teaching 150 ninth grade students.  It is proving to be an adventure!  I'll keep you updated on my journey.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6168023814653391068?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6168023814653391068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6168023814653391068' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6168023814653391068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6168023814653391068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/08/survival.html' title='Survival'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2584804538510650054</id><published>2008-07-29T12:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:31:32.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roasting Marshmallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We've had a lot of fun roasting marshmallows this summer. I think this picture speaks for itself. Enjoy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228505382855547986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SI9h8aNSnFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qnzaUxMK54w/s200/DSCN1796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2584804538510650054?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2584804538510650054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2584804538510650054' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2584804538510650054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2584804538510650054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/roasting-marshmallows.html' title='Roasting Marshmallows'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SI9h8aNSnFI/AAAAAAAAAHg/qnzaUxMK54w/s72-c/DSCN1796.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5360541346018231573</id><published>2008-07-26T14:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:19:53.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Fun...</title><content type='html'>Here are the directions: 1. Add a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I have had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember. This can be about me, or any related memory of my family.... 2. Next, repost these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It is actually pretty funny to see the responses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5360541346018231573?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5360541346018231573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5360541346018231573' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5360541346018231573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5360541346018231573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/something-fun.html' title='Something Fun...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6874927851631533914</id><published>2008-07-22T16:54:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:08:56.158-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, first and foremost, I passed my test and am now a certified teacher!!!! I will be teaching 9th grade English at Century High School.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225976177385928594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZlpRm995I/AAAAAAAAAF4/wd5nI9K447c/s200/century_high_school.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO DIAMONDBACKS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, thanks for all your support and your prayers on my behalf. I couldn't have done it without you. Then, I celebrated my 30th birthday on the 8th of June! Stefanie was also baptized on the 8th...she is growing up so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225986252620248994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZuzuyBN6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/S6SiRFT-yp0/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225977962708729842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZnRMdF__I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sWRrlHBuQjQ/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stef and her BFF Barbara.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stefanie has taken up fishing this summer. She has caught some whoppers, one was a 21 inch, 4 lb. rainbow trout. Steve, grandpa, and Uncle Christopher have had many fun adventures with her fishing over the summer. I'm so happy that Stefanie enjoys the outdoors as much as her dad, she is looking forward to going hunting with him this fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225980207131428258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZpT1lKhaI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J3Otbb7939Q/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This was her first catch of the year, but not the biggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For her birthday, Stefanie got a HUGE pool for the backyard, so we've spent lots of time in the sun. We've also had lots of time with daddy, because he isn't working right now. It's been a lot of fun to have him around to celebrate summer with us. He got accepted to Idaho State University and will start classes in August, with plans on becoming an Automotive Techinician. We have been to the Pocatello Zoo, the Hogle Zoo, and the Tuatphaus Park Zoo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225981659126582978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZqoWryTsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/di3RMhyDL9M/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+457.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225981695472195202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZqqeFQVoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/10uIxnHCH28/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We also went to Yellowstone Bear World and vacationed at Henry's Lake. We stayed in a cabin right on the lakeshore, which we shared with a nest of birds. We ventured up to West Yellowstone and saw a play and the Playmill theatre too. We also took in the natural wonder of Mesa Falls. So far it's been a summer to remember. I hope that you are all enjoying your summer as well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225985118148283042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZtxsi0yqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Z7dGQom-v04/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225985122866001602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZtx-HndsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/SVsJCGYD5Ks/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225985129624652210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZtyXTASbI/AAAAAAAAAHA/GC53EHJjqjQ/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225985134535821186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZtypl6x4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/Y3r2Xo5dy3I/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+477.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225985145173357410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZtzROGs2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/rbupTw3Zqg8/s200/PUMAS+SOCCER+2008+506.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6874927851631533914?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6874927851631533914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6874927851631533914' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6874927851631533914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6874927851631533914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/SIZlpRm995I/AAAAAAAAAF4/wd5nI9K447c/s72-c/century_high_school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-8977788042161556670</id><published>2008-06-10T15:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T15:33:29.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was offered a teaching contract for next school year!  The only condition is that I must pass my final exam next Tuesday(June 17th), so that I can have my teaching credentials in hand by August.  Please pray that I can remember the things I've learned &amp;amp; pass my test the fist time around.  I can't afford to fail.  I will be teaching freshman English at Century High School, which is where my brother will be a freshman next fall.  Most likely he will be in my class, what an adventure!  Stef's baptism was wonderful, I'll post some photos at a later date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-8977788042161556670?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8977788042161556670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=8977788042161556670' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8977788042161556670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8977788042161556670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-was-offered-teaching-contract-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-4770973874868173720</id><published>2008-05-21T13:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:44:56.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 is Great!</title><content type='html'>Just little note to let you all know that Stefanie will be baptized on June 8th.  If you want more details just email me.  I can't believe she's already been around for 8 whole years!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-4770973874868173720?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4770973874868173720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=4770973874868173720' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4770973874868173720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4770973874868173720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/05/8-is-great.html' title='8 is Great!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1907885356014433368</id><published>2008-04-30T08:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T08:22:06.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adios</title><content type='html'>We get a sweet deal on internet service through Steve's employer.  Since he will no longer be working for them, we will be getting rid of our internet service in order to save some pesos.  I will still check in and post occasionally, but for the most part this is farewell.  It's been fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1907885356014433368?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1907885356014433368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1907885356014433368' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1907885356014433368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1907885356014433368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/adios.html' title='Adios'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-4998267488276545166</id><published>2008-04-23T13:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:15:21.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winds, They are a Changin'</title><content type='html'>We received notification that Steve's employer will be closing down their Pocatello offices. This of course means that unless we wish to make a move, Steve will no longer have employment. Looks like he'll receive a good compensation package, but it would appear that a career change and possibly more schooling are on the horizon. Keep your fingers crossed that my hard work will pay off in the form of a teaching contract for next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-4998267488276545166?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4998267488276545166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=4998267488276545166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4998267488276545166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4998267488276545166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/winds-they-are-changin.html' title='Winds, They are a Changin&apos;'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5919136645593496936</id><published>2008-04-23T06:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:23:58.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flattery</title><content type='html'>So, yesterday I was asked out on a date to the local reservation's casino, by a student.  Now, this student is a notoriuos brown noser and was totally kidding, but still...it was an ego boost.  Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5919136645593496936?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5919136645593496936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5919136645593496936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5919136645593496936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5919136645593496936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/flattery.html' title='Flattery'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7857489258557391490</id><published>2008-04-21T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T16:29:32.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhetorical Question</title><content type='html'>Why is it that the students with the highest grades are always the ones who dispute their given grade?  Case in point:  After spending countless hours grading editorial essays, I handed the papers back on Friday.  Today, Katherine comes to me after class furious that she got an 88%.  Did I mention Katherine has a super high, solid A in the class?  The 88% didn't even affect her overall grade, but I still feel bad for being a stickler.  Does this ever get any easier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7857489258557391490?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7857489258557391490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7857489258557391490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7857489258557391490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7857489258557391490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/rhetorical-question.html' title='Rhetorical Question'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1074723705715038413</id><published>2008-04-20T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T16:14:40.685-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote</title><content type='html'>Next month Steve and I will celebrate 10 years of marriage.  The tradition of celebrating our anniversary involves....doing absolutely nothing!  We decided that after a decade, it's time for a new tradition.  So, we are going to take a weekend getaway.  Please help us decide where to go...cast your vote on the following possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The world famous, &lt;a href="http://www.lavahotsprings.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Lava Hot Springs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  It's nice and quiet, with a small town quaint feeling and it's only a 45 minute drive away.&lt;br /&gt;*Our beautiful state capital, &lt;a href="http://www.boise.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Boise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  This town is the biggest in Idaho and boasts theatre and museum options.&lt;br /&gt;*The hopping metropolis of, &lt;a href="http://www.youridahofalls.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Idaho Falls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  While this small town is less than an hour's drive away, we've never spent much time there &amp;amp; would love to explore all those places that everyone keeps telling us about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks in advance for your help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1074723705715038413?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1074723705715038413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1074723705715038413' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1074723705715038413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1074723705715038413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/vote.html' title='Vote'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-9113877743920775307</id><published>2008-04-16T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T16:02:57.348-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Report</title><content type='html'>Okay, a few weeks ago my blogging friend &lt;a href="http://www.lindsayadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Linsday&lt;/a&gt; gave a report of all her recent reads. I loved it! So, in order to clear out my recent reads list and start fresh (without feeling like it's all wasted) here is my book report for the first quarter of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thirteen Reasons Why&lt;/em&gt; by Jay Asher---I read this book due to it's popularity with the teens at my school. It was a fast read and kept my attention, but was somewhat typical of a teen book. It deals with suicide and its aftermath. Not my favorite book of the year I gave it 3 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;/em&gt; by James Frey---You may remember the controversy surrounding this "non-fiction" book. Apparently the author changed the facts to make his story a little more fantastic. I just had to check it out for myself. It was okay. 3 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;/em&gt; by L.M. Montgomery---This is one of my favorites. How can you not love Anne? She is so endearing and reminds me a LOT of my Stefanie. If you haven't read it, DO...if you have read it...READ IT AGAIN. 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghost Girl&lt;/em&gt; by Torey Hayden---My boss handed this book to me when I was having a hard time finding something new to read. It follows the story of young girl who is a selective mute. Interesting story...I'd never heard of this problem before, but the author didn't really give closure to her case. It is non-fiction and I wanted to know the rest of the story. 3 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hiroshima&lt;/em&gt; by John Hersey---Great book documenting the lives of 6 survivors of the dropping of Little Man on Hiroshima. Something everyone should read, it is written by a journalist and tends to be a little dry in spots. 4 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/em&gt; by Jane Austen---Okay, so I'd seen the movie several times and loved it, so I decided to pick up the book and read it. I was somewhat disappointed, I found it okay. I probably won't read it again. 3 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebecca&lt;/em&gt; by Daphne du Maurier---I read this one on a suggestion from a friend and my mother. I was enthralled. If you like a story filled with mystery, this is one for you. I didn't like the way it ended so I only gave it 4 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silent Echoes&lt;/em&gt; by Carla Jablonski---This is a story of two girls who can communicate across the centuries. It was funny and easy to read. I recommend this one to any reluctant readers out there. 4 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Candy Shop &lt;/em&gt;Wars by Brandon Mull---You may remember how much I loved this author's debut novel&lt;em&gt; Fablehaven&lt;/em&gt;. This one wasn't as good, but how can you resist a story about candy that gives you the ability to fly, change shape, or even give electrical shocks. Top it off with a villain disguised as a nice granny and you've got a fun read. 4 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/em&gt; by Khaled Hosseini---WOW! This book is amazing. When I start teaching, if I'm lucky enough to teach seniors, this will be in my curriculum. Read it...you won't be sorry.&lt;br /&gt;5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Stand&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen King---One of my all time favorites. I read it with my mom, so we could discuss it as we read. The ultimate story of good vs. evil and the human condition. If you read it, be forewarned, there is quite a bit of foul language. After all, this is Stephen King we're talking about. 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/em&gt; by Harper Lee---I'm a bit embarassed to admit it, but this was the first time I'd ever read this book. It's been on my list of books to read, for a decade or so, I just never got around to it. Well, I loved it and now I understand why it is such a classic. 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/em&gt; by Mitch Albom--This is a truly touching story about a teacher and a student. About life, death, living, and dying. 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there you have it. Have you read anything good lately? I'd love some suggestions for the second quarter of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-9113877743920775307?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9113877743920775307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=9113877743920775307' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/9113877743920775307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/9113877743920775307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/book-report.html' title='Book Report'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7526199397195174844</id><published>2008-04-16T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:04:18.642-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on, Keepin' On</title><content type='html'>We're still here...just running through life at the speed of light.  Remember how I posted a while back that I was going to go back to school...and student teach...and work full time?  Well, that pretty much sums up my life for right now.  I absolutely love the English class I'm teaching.  The kids are great and the teacher I'm working with is world class.  I'm learning tons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note we celebrated National T.V. Free Week in our home last week.  Stefanie decided this included any recreational computer usage, so I've been catching up on all the blogs this week.  I really never realized how much time I watch television...or at least how much time the t.v. is on in our house.  It was a fun week and we got outside a lot (despite the bad weather).  I'd challenge each of you to evaluate how much time you spend in front of a screen each day.  Can you cut out some of that time and devote it to more worthwhile endeavors?  Give it a try, you'll be surprised how rewarding it can be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7526199397195174844?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7526199397195174844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7526199397195174844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7526199397195174844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7526199397195174844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/keep-on-keepin-on.html' title='Keep on, Keepin&apos; On'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3163444055695186316</id><published>2008-04-04T09:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:10:40.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Music</title><content type='html'>Our family had the opportunity this week to go to a performance of the &lt;a href="http://www.navyband.navy.mil/seachanters.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;U.S. Navy Sea Chanters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. WOW! It was absolutely phenomenal. It was further proof to me that music is incredibly powerful. They sang everything from spirituals, to show tunes, to patriotic melodies, and even threw in a medley of popular 60s music. I laughed and cried. To make it even more enjoyable it was held in Idaho State University's Stephens Performing Arts Center....an acoustic heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185406687666803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R_ZD6LJQlGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e6SRZPl0Y9k/s200/stephens.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;Stefanie enjoyed the music so much, she told me she never wanted it to end.  This was after 2 hours of sitting still listening to the performance.  She also got brave enough to go visit with the members of the chorus after the performance.  If any of you ever have the opportunity to go see this group perform, I HIGHLY recommend that you take advantage and go.  You won't be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3163444055695186316?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3163444055695186316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3163444055695186316' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3163444055695186316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3163444055695186316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/joy-of-music.html' title='The Joy of Music'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R_ZD6LJQlGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/e6SRZPl0Y9k/s72-c/stephens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7560565002185158192</id><published>2008-04-01T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:57:50.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old days...</title><content type='html'>Remember the good old days of Saturday morning cartoons? I'm talking about the days, when that was the only day of the week that you got to watch cartoons. I looked forward to Saturday mornings all week when I was a kid. One of my favorites was the Smurfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184414657595610194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="110" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R_K9qbJQlFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mB-2XK2tb1M/s200/smurfs.jpg" width="153" border="0" /&gt;SO...imagine my dismay, when I mentioned Smurfs the other day and Stefanie had no idea what a smurf was! I had to explain them to her. We don't have cable, so I can't just flip to Boomerang. Steve's favorite cartoon was Thundercats, which Stefanie has been able to enjoy through DVD. You've gotta love the cartoons! I'd love to know what your favorite cartoon is :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7560565002185158192?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7560565002185158192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7560565002185158192' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7560565002185158192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7560565002185158192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-old-days.html' title='Good old days...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R_K9qbJQlFI/AAAAAAAAAFg/mB-2XK2tb1M/s72-c/smurfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3439390632774422122</id><published>2008-03-11T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:27:36.803-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ending of an Era</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About a year ago, Stefanie came home from school and told me, "Mom, Barbara (her best friend) says there is no Santa Claus." I then asked, "Well, what do you think?" Stef replied, "Well, I think he's real. I know Jesus &amp;amp; Heavenly Father are real, so Santa has to be real too." Well, my eyes opened real wide and I went home and told Steve what had happened. We decided that the next time the subject of Santa's authenticity was brought up by Stef, we'd be prepared to tell her the whole story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 3 weeks ago that day came. I was the one who got to do the talking, since Stefanie approached me about it. I talked with her about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_nicholas"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Saint Nicholas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and how people wanted to be giving like he was after he died. I told her how fun it is to give &amp;amp; reminded her how much fun we had being 'Secret Santas' this past Christmas season. I also told her since she now knows the secret, she gets to help be Santa for me and her dad. I went on to express my firm testimony of the Savior and God. I explained to her that they are indeed REAL and that there is no secret hidden here about them. I expected her to be sad, maybe even cry...but she didn't. Matter of fact, she was super excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next time Barbara was over at our house I could hear Stefanie saying, "Barbara, did your mom and dad ever tell you about St. Nicholas?...Well, let me tell you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3439390632774422122?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3439390632774422122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3439390632774422122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3439390632774422122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3439390632774422122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/ending-of-era.html' title='The Ending of an Era'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2664952114656187418</id><published>2008-03-09T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:10:03.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>So, I love Spring!  Actually, I love living somewhere where we get enjoy all 4 of the seasons, because truth be told, all 4 seasons are my favorite.  I love Spring because it is a season of new life and renewal.  I love to watch all the flowers pop up.  I also love seeing the sun more.  I truly love sunshine and I am convinced all the best holidays happen in the midst of winter, to distract us all from the absence of sunlight.  I enjoy being able to be outdoors more.  Matter-of-fact we went kite flying this weekend and for the first time ever I kept the kite flying until all of the string was out!  Enjoy the new season :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2664952114656187418?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2664952114656187418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2664952114656187418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2664952114656187418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2664952114656187418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-9125469747155846080</id><published>2008-02-25T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:11:24.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When was the last time you laughed?  I mean REALLY laughed.  You know, the kind of laughter that has you out of breath, with tears running down your cheeks, needing to run to the bathroom before your bladder explodes...the kind of laughter that burns so many calories, it counts as your work out for the day.  Well, for me it was Sunday.  You see I am very ticklish.  I can't think of a spot on my body where I'm not ticklish, I mean the dentist even tickles my mouth when he's cleaning my teeth...and I'm not exaggerating!  Anyway, life is UNFAIR and gave me a husband who is absolutely and completely NOT ticklish in the eensy, teensiest way.  Let's just say tickle fights are not very well matched around here and I was ganged up on by my Steve &amp;amp; my Stefanie in the tickle battle of the century...I lost, but boy was it fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-9125469747155846080?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/9125469747155846080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=9125469747155846080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/9125469747155846080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/9125469747155846080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/02/laughter.html' title='Laughter'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5839335370927838895</id><published>2008-02-24T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T17:18:22.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>Our school district just brought in an outside third party to re-evaluate all of the &lt;em&gt;classified&lt;/em&gt; jobs. We use a rating system, which determines how much a given position pays. Well, the results are in and my position as an assistant librarian has been ranked below a baker, a painter, a choir accompanist...among others (meaning those positions require more skill &amp;amp; knowledge). I was SHOCKED! Normally I'm pretty laid back, I tend to go with the flow. Not this time. I will be meeting tomorrow with all the other assistant librarians throughout the district to more precisely define our position and petition for a meeting with the powers that be to challenge our new rating. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, tonight is Masterpiece theatre on PBS. For those &lt;a href="http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jane Austen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; fans out there...the next 4 weeks or so are featuring films of Austen's novels. This has actually been going on since the beginning of the year and may I say that I have been loving every minute of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5839335370927838895?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5839335370927838895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5839335370927838895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5839335370927838895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5839335370927838895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7651771456166771208</id><published>2008-02-14T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:23:48.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another thought...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I keep running into all these great quotes. Here's another one, I don't know who to attribute it to, a friend of mine passed it along to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we wonder,&lt;br /&gt;"What did I do to deserve this?"&lt;br /&gt;or "Why did God have to do this to me?"&lt;br /&gt;Here is a wonderful explanation!&lt;br /&gt;A daughter is telling her Mother how&lt;br /&gt;everything is going wrong,&lt;br /&gt;she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up&lt;br /&gt;with her and her best friend is moving away.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks&lt;br /&gt;her daughter if she would like a snack,&lt;br /&gt;and the daughter says,&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely Mom, I love your cake."&lt;br /&gt;"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.&lt;br /&gt;"Yuck" says her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;"How about a couple raw eggs?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gross, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like some flour then?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe baking soda?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, those are all yucky!"&lt;br /&gt;To which the mother replies:&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, all those things seem bad all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;But when they are put together in the right way,&lt;br /&gt;they make a wonderfully delicious cake!&lt;br /&gt;God works the same way.&lt;br /&gt;Many times we wonder why He would let us&lt;br /&gt;go through such bad and difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;But God knows that when He puts these things&lt;br /&gt;all in His order, they always work for good!&lt;br /&gt;We just have to trust Him and, eventually,&lt;br /&gt;they will all make something wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;God is crazy about you.&lt;br /&gt;He sends you flowers every spring&lt;br /&gt;and a sunrise every morning.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;He can live anywhere in the universe,&lt;br /&gt;and He chose your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7651771456166771208?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7651771456166771208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7651771456166771208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7651771456166771208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7651771456166771208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/02/another-thought.html' title='Another thought...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7825822543289592127</id><published>2008-02-13T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:01:44.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mom Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch. Listen. Enjoy. Laugh. Repeat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7f05c1fd5c83a909" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f05c1fd5c83a909%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330262955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CAC9CD7D12F5103CB8A214E99AA26D6F58C2B30.5A18BB9A32FD3B595BA1FB95A88336A84819A012%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f05c1fd5c83a909%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D51MgNcAr5drNB_yzFyEk_Qkjh40&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7f05c1fd5c83a909%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330262955%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4CAC9CD7D12F5103CB8A214E99AA26D6F58C2B30.5A18BB9A32FD3B595BA1FB95A88336A84819A012%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7f05c1fd5c83a909%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D51MgNcAr5drNB_yzFyEk_Qkjh40&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7825822543289592127?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7f05c1fd5c83a909&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7825822543289592127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7825822543289592127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7825822543289592127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7825822543289592127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/02/mom-song.html' title='The Mom Song'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3541893823073928833</id><published>2008-02-11T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:24:32.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day...</title><content type='html'>"Anyone who imagines that bliss is normal, is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he has been robbed. The fact is that most putts don't drop, most beef is tough, most children grow up to be just like people, most successful marriages require a high degree of mutual toleration, and most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life is just like an old time rail journey ... delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride."&lt;br /&gt;Gordon B. Hinckley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3541893823073928833?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3541893823073928833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3541893823073928833' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3541893823073928833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3541893823073928833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/02/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-372123553420226801</id><published>2008-02-07T18:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T18:30:49.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful!!</title><content type='html'>In the middle of teaching a class today, a student aide from the office came running into the library and said, "You're wanted on line one.  It's your daughter's school, something about your daughter."  Immediately, images of broken bones and run over children came rushing into my head.  I quickly picked up the phone and was told that Stefanie had a temperature of 103.  While I was sad that she was sick, I was truly thankful that it wasn't anything worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-372123553420226801?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/372123553420226801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=372123553420226801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/372123553420226801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/372123553420226801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/02/thankful.html' title='Thankful!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-6194984976030260715</id><published>2008-01-30T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T14:51:43.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S.A.M.</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe how much Stef's grown. These last 7 months she has especially been changing. It has been interesting to watch her gain more confidence and responsibility. Her testimony is also developing and it becomes more obvious each day that she knows right from wrong. It's crazy to think that she will be baptized in a few short months. Her newest accomplishment is being able to make and bake cookies all by herself. Here's her accomplishment via photos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161483668809162882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R6FGDNFZoII/AAAAAAAAAFA/M1HGDbKXDzs/s200/familyphotos+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484446198243474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R6FGwdFZoJI/AAAAAAAAAFI/5E3ACZMkFAk/s200/familyphotos+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484454788178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R6FGw9FZoKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/otMj0s5DikA/s200/familyphotos+101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161484459083145394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R6FGxNFZoLI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RJhA4uJ7vBs/s200/familyphotos+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-6194984976030260715?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/6194984976030260715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=6194984976030260715' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6194984976030260715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/6194984976030260715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/stefanie-alyson-miller.html' title='S.A.M.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R6FGDNFZoII/AAAAAAAAAFA/M1HGDbKXDzs/s72-c/familyphotos+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5788162793814778321</id><published>2008-01-29T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T12:23:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Each of us will have our own Fridays--those days when the&lt;br /&gt;universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered&lt;br /&gt;about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems&lt;br /&gt;we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.&lt;br /&gt; But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered&lt;br /&gt;death--Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;will come.  No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;will come. In this life or in the next, Sunday will come.&lt;br /&gt;I testify to you that the Resurrection is not a fable. We have the personal&lt;br /&gt;testimonies of those who saw Him. Thousands in the Old and New Worlds&lt;br /&gt;witnessed the risen Savior. They felt the wounds in His hands, feet, and&lt;br /&gt;side. They shed tears of unrestrained joy as they embraced Him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Joseph B. Wirthlin, "Sunday Will Come," Ensign, Nov. 2006, 30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5788162793814778321?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5788162793814778321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5788162793814778321' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5788162793814778321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5788162793814778321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3686861847782666033</id><published>2008-01-23T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:42:22.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of the written word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love to read! I've read more books than I can remember or count, for that matter. My list of favorite books is long, but the list of those that I would read over and over again is much shorter. So, without further ado I present to you...My top 5 re-readable worthy books! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#1 &lt;em&gt;The Book of Mormon&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;The Bible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;More than anything, these books define the way I try to live my life. These books have shaped many of my opinions and outlined my belief system. I truly believe that God loves His children so much that he gave them an outline on how to live so that we may return to live with him in the hereafter. That outline is found in these books, one can not be complete without the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;#2 &lt;em&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/em&gt; by Victor Hugo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This story really defines what it means to give love and be loved. It tells of romantic love, brotherly love, fatherly love, and even Christ-like love. I can read this story over and over again and never tire of the benefits of a life that is filled with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3 &lt;em&gt;The Stand&lt;/em&gt; by Stephen King&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now don't groan. I know that King is infamous for gore and foul language, but this book lacks the first, if not the last. The story is very intriguing and really causes the reader to reflect on how they are living their life. It is the ultimate story of good and evil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4 &lt;em&gt;Lighten Up!&lt;/em&gt; by Chieko N. Okazaki&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tend to be hard on myself. I'm not perfect and I constantly remind myself of all my shortfalls. Every year or so, I pull this book out to reground and remind myself to ENJOY what I've got. The author puts it this way, "Our best is good enough. The Savior came for us---just as we are!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5&lt;em&gt;The Robe&lt;/em&gt; by Lloyd C. Douglas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is a new addition to my list. I only read it this past fall, but it quickly made it's way to my list of favorites. If you've ever wondered about your relationship with Christ, His mission, and what you would be willing to do for these beliefs; then this book is for you. Told from the perspective of the Roman soldier ordered to crucify Christ, this book has changed the way I think and act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now comes the fun part...share your top 5 with me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3686861847782666033?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3686861847782666033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3686861847782666033' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3686861847782666033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3686861847782666033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/power-of-written-word.html' title='The power of the written word.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-772675806236493878</id><published>2008-01-21T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:10:43.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just can't get enough!</title><content type='html'>Many of you know that I've been kicking around the idea of going back to school ever since I graduated.  Well, it's official, starting next month I'll be back at it.  I am going to get my teaching certificate over the next 6 months.  I will also do a short, 6 week, stint of student teaching.  I also plan on continuing to work my full time job throughout all of this, so wish me luck. I am hoping that by this time next year I can proudly say that I am a high school english teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-772675806236493878?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/772675806236493878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=772675806236493878' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/772675806236493878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/772675806236493878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-cant-get-enough.html' title='I just can&apos;t get enough!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-8979245711988902514</id><published>2008-01-17T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:01:13.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frontier life...</title><content type='html'>I've always wished I had a time machine and could travel back to the mid-1800s to live for a year or two or three-ish. On a farm, in the West or on the Plains. Here are my top 10 (in no particular order) reasons why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 I love to grow my own food! It is such a satisfying experience.&lt;br /&gt;#2 Families had to work together, just to provide for each others physical needs. Consequently, there wasn't time to be lazy and families stuck together.&lt;br /&gt;#3 Everyone had wood burning stoves. The smell of a fire in the fireplace is one of my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;#4 Material possessions were few, but when you did get a doll, book, etc. it was treasured.&lt;br /&gt;#5 Your nearest neighbor couldn't hear you yelling at the cow that got out of the stall, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;#6 Maybe I would have met the Ingalls family...they were always my heroes.&lt;br /&gt;#7 I've always wanted to learn how to drive team of horses.&lt;br /&gt;#8 I would have got to own a cow, pig, horse, and chicken...all pets that have been forbidden up to this point in my life.&lt;br /&gt;#9 Peace and Quiet&lt;br /&gt;#10 Going into town was a rare treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where would you go if you had a time machine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-8979245711988902514?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8979245711988902514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=8979245711988902514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8979245711988902514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8979245711988902514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/frontier-life.html' title='Frontier life...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-3495842919656100070</id><published>2008-01-16T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:29:09.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favor to ask...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As many of you are aware, my husband Steve has been diagnosed with post traumatic stress disorder.  This has forced him to go on disability, as he has been unable to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;work steadily for the past 4 months.  His disability pay runs out in 6 weeks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am hoping that all of you who read my blog, will please remember Steve in your prayers, daily.  I know with faith all things are possible, and we could use all of your faith added to ours.  Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-3495842919656100070?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/3495842919656100070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=3495842919656100070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3495842919656100070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/3495842919656100070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/favor-to-ask.html' title='Favor to ask...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-4122117837097720836</id><published>2008-01-14T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:18:51.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood &amp; Violence...in Primary?!!!</title><content type='html'>Sunday I was teaching the younger children in primary.  We were talking about life after death.  I asked the children if they knew what happened after we died. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five-year-old Caitlyn raised her hand and said, "Yeah, they take all your blood out of your body!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I replied, "That is true, but we don't need to go into all the details here in primary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could continue on with my lesson Caitlyn replied, "Yeah right, it's too gruesome.  Rated 'R' for violence!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost had to leave the room to gain my composure.  Kids say the wackiest things.  In case you were wondering, I was able to stop laughing long enough to finish what I really wanted to teach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-4122117837097720836?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4122117837097720836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=4122117837097720836' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4122117837097720836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4122117837097720836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/blood-violencein-primary.html' title='Blood &amp; Violence...in Primary?!!!'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5703326026450288049</id><published>2008-01-10T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T10:10:24.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life in Music...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I got a mp3 player for Christmas...I love it! As I listen to the music that I have stored on it, memories flood into my mind. So, here is Heather's life story told via the playlist on her iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are My Sunshine&lt;/em&gt;--This was my dad's song to me. He sang it to me all the time and although I don't remember him much, I do know that he loved me. When I hear this song I think of riding around the block on the back of my dad's wheelchair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Barry Manilow's &lt;em&gt;Copacabana--&lt;/em&gt;After my dad died, my mom and I would drive to Salt Lake City every other weekend to spend time with my grandparents. This was one of my mom's favorite songs and she just loved to make me laugh by rocking out to Barry. This was a standard song every time we drove down south. I still think of my mom dancing in the car and the good times we had driving to and from Grandma and Grandpa Sharp's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kenny Roger's &lt;em&gt;Coward of the County&lt;/em&gt;--This was my favorite song to listen to on the above mentioned trips. I was in love with the hero of the song...he was so romantic...fighting for his love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Poison's &lt;em&gt;Every Rose Has It's Thorn&lt;/em&gt;--This was the first album I ever owned. I bought it solely for this song. I used to go over to the neighbor's house and listen to it over and over. I also bought it thinking that my mom would just die...because Poison was one of those hard rock bands that were featured on MTV. Nonetheless, whenever I hear this song I can see myself sitting in Erin Cameron's bedroom listening to this song on her boombox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nirvana's &lt;em&gt;All Apologies&lt;/em&gt;--I remember having my friends Pete and Kevin over one day. They wanted to listen to some music...but they were sure my taste in music would be too tame for them. Pete said, "I would just die if you had a Nirvana tape!" So, I pulled out the tape and we listened to it, while he feinted death :) Pete and Kevin were some of the most memorable people I associated with over the years...Nirvana always reminds me of them and all the fun times we had along with the rest of the gang in junior high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pearl Jam's &lt;em&gt;Jeremy&lt;/em&gt;--The first concert I went to was one of Pearl Jam's...it was a very memorable experience! It was hard to get tickets to and was out of state. I went to it with my best friend from high school...who happened to be a boy. His mom came with us and we got to stay in a hotel and everything. For the first time I really felt grown up. Matt and I always listened to Pearl Jam...we probably would have been groupies if we had been a little older. Pearl Jam brings back fond memories of my high school pal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Colin Raye's &lt;em&gt;Little Red Rodeo&lt;/em&gt;--Janna loves Colin...she also requires everyone riding in her car to sing along to the music...whether or not they know the words. I drove a lot with Janna and learned the words to most of Colin's music amidst much laughter. Good times! Now he is a favorite of mine too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aerosmith's &lt;em&gt;I Don't Want to Miss a Thing&lt;/em&gt;--This song was popular around the time Steve and I got married. It reminds me of all the things that come along with being a newlywed. The excitement of a new beginning, the freshness of new love, the anticipation of a future made together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The list could go on and on, because after all my player holds 100s of songs, but I'll stop here. My taste in music may be varied, but it's an adventure in music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5703326026450288049?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5703326026450288049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5703326026450288049' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5703326026450288049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5703326026450288049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-life-in-music.html' title='My Life in Music...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2159207058387690381</id><published>2008-01-05T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T10:26:11.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Littlish House in the Semi-small City.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For Christmas, Stefanie got the &lt;em&gt;Little House on the Prairie&lt;/em&gt; books. As she has been reading them, she has become fascinated with how things were done a hundred years ago....consequently, we have done some experimenting around our house this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First we decided to make our own flour. So, we pulled out that wheat that we've had for years and unburied the wheat grinder (you know, the one we've never used) and ground our own wheat. It was a long process, but very fascinating. I think that dad enjoyed it the most...oh, and did I mention it was MESSY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, we read about how the Ingalls' made their own butter, so Stef wanted to try this too (thankfully she wanted to try making butter, not slaughtering a pig). Our conversation went something like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mom, we should make our own butter," Stefanie said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sounds like fun, I'll find some instructions on how to do it," I replied. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"But mom, the instructions are right in &lt;em&gt;Little House in the Big Woods&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well, I know that, but we don't have a butter churn or a cow," I said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mom, we could just go buy one," an exasperated Stefanie answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end, I found modern day instructions on the internet and we used the kitchenaid to whip up the butter. It still took a long time, even with modern day appliances. I had never done this before and found it extremely fascinating, although the butter didn't taste any better than the stuff I buy at the store, despite the cream costing $4 and only making about 1/2 cup of butter. So, we'll be buying our butter already made. Here's some pictures of the process...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start out with heavy cream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152042748512358258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R3-7lUS0z3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rb3hZxVN91w/s200/cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipped up to yummy cream for a pie :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152042980440592258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R3-7y0S0z4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/hQbnN0O9VeE/s200/cream2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to clump up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152043388462485394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R3-8KkS0z5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/udHaQRX1rgA/s200/butter.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Now we have butter with buttermilk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152043710585032610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R3-8dUS0z6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/p-6FgS45F6M/s200/butter2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2159207058387690381?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2159207058387690381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2159207058387690381' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2159207058387690381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2159207058387690381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-house-on-prairie.html' title='Littlish House in the Semi-small City.'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R3-7lUS0z3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/rb3hZxVN91w/s72-c/cream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2629978052466489373</id><published>2008-01-03T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T17:04:23.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Happiness</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been experiencing sorrow.  I'm talking the gut wrenching stuff that you wonder if you'll ever be able to survive.  The one thing that has kept my despair in check, is reading the &lt;em&gt;Book of Mormon&lt;/em&gt;.  Well, over the weekend I read a passage that changed my perspective.  Although I had read it &lt;strong&gt;MANY&lt;/strong&gt; times before, this time I reached an epiphany.  This is what I read :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;And moreover, I would desire that ye should consider on the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;blessed and happy state of those that keep the commandments of God.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For behold, they are blessed in all things, both temporal and spiritual; and if they hold out faithful to the end they are received into heaven, &lt;strong&gt;that thereby they may dwell with God in a state of neverending happiness&lt;/strong&gt;.  O remember, remember that these things are true; for the Lord God hat spoken it."--Mosiah 2:41&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I contemplated what I had read, it occurred to me that I would not know what happiness is, if I did not first experience sorrow.  What a small price it is to pay with a short amount of sorrow today, so that I may truly appreciate an eternity of joy.  Simply put, this has provided me with the comfort &amp;amp; faith needed to endure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2629978052466489373?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2629978052466489373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2629978052466489373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2629978052466489373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2629978052466489373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-happiness.html' title='True Happiness'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7690768155573204002</id><published>2007-12-27T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T13:05:46.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to me</title><content type='html'>Okay, so remember a couple of months ago I posted a wish list?  Well, I actually got a Kitchenaid for Christmas!  I have never been so excited about a gift that I received as I was for this...I hope you all had wonderful Christmas too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7690768155573204002?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7690768155573204002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7690768155573204002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7690768155573204002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7690768155573204002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas-to-me.html' title='Merry Christmas to me'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2339413321985325187</id><published>2007-12-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T21:09:45.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Towel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, so most of you live too far away for me to bring you a gift...so this is my Christmas gift to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A towel is really a very simple thing. Yet, its importance has spanned the centuries. When our Savior was born in a lowly stable his mother wrapped him in a simple towel to protect him from the elements…”and she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger.” Luke 2:7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wept as a child, my mother would come to my side. As she arrived by my side she would hug me and dry my tears with her handkerchief…a simple towel. Then, there were those wintry days when I was sick with the flu. I would have the chills, then be on fire…and you guessed it, my mom would get a towel moist with water and place it on my forehead. Quite a simple gesture, one that let me know that my mother loved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Savior was nearing the end of His mortal life, he took his disciples and he taught them and ate with them. He then…”took a towel, and girded himself. After that he poureth water into a basin, and began to wash the disciples feet, and to wipe them with the towel…” John 13:4-5. Yet another act of love carried out with a simple towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the crucifixion, Christ’s friends wrapped his body in towels to protect it and keep it from their enemies, until the Sabbath had passed…”And he took it down, and wrapped it in linen, and laid it in a sepulcher…” Luke 23:53. One more example of a friend’s love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as you celebrate your Christmas this year, we urge you to see the common towel as a symbol of love. As you use them in your home throughout the season remember Christ’s love for you…”Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;br /&gt;FromThe Miller Family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2339413321985325187?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2339413321985325187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2339413321985325187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2339413321985325187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2339413321985325187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/12/towel.html' title='A Towel'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2317352360170339461</id><published>2007-12-02T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T21:29:43.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I laugh every year at all those folks running to get their flu shots...well, karma has caught up with me!  I spent 5 of the last 8 days sick with the flu.  Every joint in my body hurt, I was coughing up stuff that looked poisonous, my sinuses were aching, I was throwing up and yes, I even had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;.  Needless to say, I am no longer laughing...anyone who has suffered from this ailment would want to hug the person that created a vaccine for the monster.  So, next year I will be joining the thousands of others in line to get my shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That said, being sick gave me lots of reading time this week!  I have found a new favorite book (mind you, I have LOTS of favorites).  I read &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fablehaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by Brandon Mull this week.  One of the most fun stories I've read all year.  If you haven't read it, you should.  If you have read it, tell me what you thought about it.  Have a happy week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2317352360170339461?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2317352360170339461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2317352360170339461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2317352360170339461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2317352360170339461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-favorite.html' title='New Favorite'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-7850365036925550164</id><published>2007-11-21T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:33:12.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abundance</title><content type='html'>According to the American Heritage Dictionary abundance is defined as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A great or plentiful amount.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fullness to overflowing&lt;br /&gt;3. Affluence; wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got me thinking how full of abundance our lives in America are.  I would gather to say that all of us have more than one pair of shoes, more than one choice of what to eat for dinner tonight, more than one book in our possession, and more than one set of dishes.   Yet somehow, I often feel a need to complain...I feel like I don't make enough money, don't get to eat out as much as I want, and I'm tired of that pair of shoes I've had since I got married. (This list could go on and on, but I'll stop here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as of yesterday my family and I have agreed to be more grateful for the abundances we enjoy!  We have vowed to focus on the positive and bring happiness into our lives every day...after all *life happens* and if we are too worried about the trials, LIFE will pass us by and we will have missed the JOY.  My challenge to each of you would be to notice the joyful moments in each day...no matter the challenge, little happy moments happen every day...do we choose to recognize them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-7850365036925550164?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/7850365036925550164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=7850365036925550164' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7850365036925550164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/7850365036925550164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/abundance.html' title='Abundance'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-8929800724012552580</id><published>2007-11-16T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T16:48:30.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Casette Tape</title><content type='html'>I don't consider myself to be a very sentimental person.  I like to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-junk on a regular basis and often throw things out that my mom cringes at.  So, why do I have a 25 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cassette&lt;/span&gt; tape that I treasure?  I mean...if my house were on fire it would be the first material possession I would try to save.  The audio quality is not great and most every other person on the face of the planet would see it as a piece of junk...let me tell you a story that will explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather was only 3 years old when her daddy told her that he would be going on a trip.  He would be gone for several days, he was going to see his mom and dad.  Now, Heather was a bit jealous, because she loved to see her grandma &amp;amp; grandpa, but this time it was daddy's turn to go visit.  After overcoming the jealousy, she began to feel some fear.  She knew that mommy would be at home with her, but daddy ALWAYS read stories with her before bed and tucked her in.  How would she go to sleep while daddy was gone?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fears were soon settled when daddy rolled into the room with a small, black, white, &amp;amp; orange cassette tape in his hand.  He explained that this tape was for Heather to use while he was gone...she could hardly wait to listen to it!  That night as she popped the tape into her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;boom box&lt;/span&gt;, she heard her daddy's voice talking her through their nightly routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't forget to brush your teeth &amp;amp; use the bathroom," daddy's voice reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next he read her a short story and reminded her that he would see her soon.  Now, neither Heather or her daddy knew that 2 short years later, her daddy would be leaving on another, much longer trip.  This trip would take him away from this earthly life, it is the great trip we all must take with the Grim Reaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, all these year's later when I am feeling scared or sad, I can pop that tape in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boom box&lt;/span&gt; and listen to the reassuring words of my father reminding me that we will see each other again.  And that my friends, is why that old tape is priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-8929800724012552580?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/8929800724012552580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=8929800724012552580' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8929800724012552580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/8929800724012552580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/casette-tape.html' title='The Casette Tape'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2105524107657462841</id><published>2007-11-14T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T16:35:49.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's what little girls are made of...at least some of them. You see, when I was a little girl I played in the dirt, ate an occasional worm, built forts, and played in my treehouse. Pink was NOT my favorite color, dresses were only for Sundays, and brushing my hair was optional. As I grew up I looked forward to having a houseful of sons, 'cause I knew what to do with them. Instead I was blessed with the world's most girliest girl...and she's better than a houseful of boys anyday. So, here's 20 ways you know your girl is ALL girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#1 Looking in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is her favorite past time...she has to look just right. Taking away mirror priveleges proves to be an effective punishment at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#2 Her favorite babysitter is the girl who helps her arrange outfits from every piece of clothing that she owns and then proceeds to let her model each outfit in a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"fashion show".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#3 At the age of 2 1/2 when you ask her "What would you like to do today?", she tells you she wants to go &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;shopping&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#4 If given a choice between wearing pants or a dress, she'll pick the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;dress 90% of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#5 When given the option of having any color bed and bedroom she wants, she chooses &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; walls and a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;purple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#6 She's only 5 and she already has a &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pink diary with a lock and key&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#7 One of her greatest ambitions is to be a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cheerleader&lt;/span&gt;....not because they're athletic, but because she wants to wear their outfits and have cute hair and make-up like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#8 By the age of &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;, she spends more time getting ready in the morning then you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#9 She wants to go to a different school because she doesn't want to wear a uniform...as she puts it, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;her uniform isn't "cute".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#10 She's already a pro at getting &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;manicures&lt;/span&gt;...she uses her paper route money to pay for them on occasion...and she's only 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#11 She can't wait to wear &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#12 On more than one occasion, before the age of 4, she's protested wearing clothing that looked too boyish...it's got to be &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;frilly and girlie&lt;/span&gt; or it's not worth wearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#13 She likes to giggle with her girlfriends and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tell secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#14 For the most part, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;boys are gross&lt;/span&gt; (except for the couple who have already stolen her heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#15 She proudly tells people that she is her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Daddy's Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, because she would LOVE to be a princess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#16 There are more than &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;5 crowns&lt;/span&gt; in her possession.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#17 Her favorite aisle at the store is the one that has all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Barbies, Bratz, Polly Pockets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and such.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#18 Her favorite games involve the words &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dress-up, doll, beauty parlor, and make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#19 Did I mention she likes to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SHOP&lt;/span&gt;, but only for clothes and or shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;#20 She owns more &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;purses &lt;/span&gt;than you've owned in you entire life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132842288813235602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/RzuE3eDQ3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-kmExh3GAd0/s200/Scanned+Image.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yep, that's my girl and I'm so glad she's not a boy, because girls are way too much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2105524107657462841?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2105524107657462841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2105524107657462841' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2105524107657462841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2105524107657462841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice.html' title='Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/RzuE3eDQ3ZI/AAAAAAAAAEE/-kmExh3GAd0/s72-c/Scanned+Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-4452772490632291335</id><published>2007-11-11T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T17:18:49.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Happier Note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love...it comes in all shapes and sizes. There's romantic love, childlike love, Christlike love, friendly love, and the list could go on and on. So, on that note here's a compilation of the things about life that I love the most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My husband &amp;amp; my daughter :) All the rest of my family...especially the in-laws (I am truly blessed to love my mother-in-law). Dogs...especially my dog! The smell of chocolate chip cookies baking, cold mornings when it hurts to breathe, curling up with a good book on that same morning, Andean music, watching the sunrise, the children's sacrament meeting program at church, the kids in primary who make me realize how special we all are, teenagers, singing at the top of my lungs while I'm cleaning or driving, playing the piano, tickling &amp;amp; being tickled, laughing so hard that you can't stop &amp;amp; your gut is hurting &amp;amp; you still can't stop, my nieces &amp;amp; nephews...who knew being an aunt was so much fun anyway, walking in the park on a crisp autmn day and crunching the leaves under my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd love to know what you love the most too...feel free to share!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-4452772490632291335?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/4452772490632291335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=4452772490632291335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4452772490632291335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/4452772490632291335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-happier-note.html' title='On a Happier Note'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-2092284613868371834</id><published>2007-11-06T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T10:20:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic Writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Usually, I try to keep my blogs upbeat and hope to create a few laughs...don't expect that this time around. I've found writing to be very therapeutic for me and as I can use all of your prayers, I've decided with some trepidation to share my thoughts in a public forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year has been a tough one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In January, Aaron (my father-in-law) was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. His decline was very quick, but possibly one of the hardest things I've ever had the opportunity to observe. He lost the ability to use his left side, his personality changed, and he became much like a little child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steve took many hours off of work to spend time with his father during these last days. We became very grateful for an understanding employer, who allowed him to have this time. At the end of February, Aaron returned home to our Heavenly Father.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129885587927509042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/RzEDw07QqDI/AAAAAAAAADU/Q3UJYgEqBhs/s200/Picture+022.jpg" width="156" border="0" /&gt; As a family we have had much grief over this experience, yet we've had our testimonies strengthened and felt the comforting power of the Holy Ghost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately for Steve much of the time that was taken off of work was unpaid time. While we wouldn't have changed this time he had with his father for any monetary amount...it put a HUGE strain on our finances. Steve picked up a second job to fill in the deficit.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129886386791426114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="86" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/RzEEfU7QqEI/AAAAAAAAADc/qWYqrZLyyGE/s200/janitor.jpg" width="62" border="0" /&gt; And although it takes him away from his family much of the time, we are VERY grateful for the job that really fell into our laps. Yet, despite the strain on the pocketbook, our testimony of tithing has been strengthened.  Through the love of a Heavenly Father, we haven't had to go without any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;necessities&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we received a brief bout of happiness this summer, when after &lt;strong&gt;7 years&lt;/strong&gt; of hoping, praying and trying&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;we found out that I was pregnant!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129887967339391090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/RzEF7U7QqHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vKelh9bZPcs/s200/ultrasound.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The next month was the happiest of the year, but  we were revisited by grief when I miscarried at 10 weeks gestation. Once again our family was buoyed up by the Comforter, but by now our souls were becoming very weary...I was sure that it was my turn for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;respite&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then, last week Steve was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder...stemming from events in his youth. Our little family is once again in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upheaval&lt;/span&gt;. Thankfully, he has wonderful medical people helping him work through his sickness and he still has that understanding employer who recognizes that he is truly sick. I feel like The very essence of my being has been ripped out and stomped upon...yet I still feel my Savior's love on a daily basis.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129887464828217442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/RzEFeE7QqGI/AAAAAAAAADs/lf5cdAptue4/s200/jesus.jpg" width="102" border="0" /&gt; The unfortunate thing about trials, is that we can't be grateful for what we learn from them, until they are over. Thanks for the therapy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-2092284613868371834?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/2092284613868371834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=2092284613868371834' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2092284613868371834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/2092284613868371834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/11/therapeutic-writing.html' title='Therapeutic Writing'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/RzEDw07QqDI/AAAAAAAAADU/Q3UJYgEqBhs/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-1127856856367338554</id><published>2007-10-26T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:40:13.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish List</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is inspired by my cousin &lt;a href="http://www.katiemama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; and her friend &lt;a href="http://www.lindsayadventures.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lindsay&lt;/a&gt;. I don't consider myself a very needy or materialistic person, but here are a few things that I wouldn't mind aquiring. It was fun to read their lists...I hope you'll share your wish list with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L&lt;a href="http://www.librarydesigns.com/images/idm06.jpg"&gt;ibrary&lt;/a&gt;...you know a room in my house with a cozy fireplace and all my favorite books. I've always dreamt of a nice quiet place to cuddle under a blanket and enjoy reading in peace, quiet, and warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.appliancist.com/jotul-wood-stove-cast-iron-wood-burning-stove.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.appliancist.com/wood_burning_stoves_heaters/jotul-wood-stove-cast-iron-wood-burning-stove.html&amp;amp;h=518&amp;amp;w=450&amp;amp;sz=51&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=2&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;tbnid=-jlaCgVG7tRKoM:&amp;amp;tbnh=131&amp;amp;tbnw=114&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dwood%2Bburning%2Bstove%26ndsp%3D20%26svnum%3D10%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26safe%3Dactive%26sa%3DN"&gt;ood burning stove&lt;/a&gt;...to go in that library. I grew up with a wood burning stove in my house and the smell of fireplaces still brings back such wonderful memories. On top of that it would be nice to have an alternate source of heat. Last winter we were without power for 24 hours in the middle of the winter and it was cold! I don't like to be cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;a href="http://www.composters.com/compost-tumblers/urban-compost-tumbler_30_2.php"&gt;omposter&lt;/a&gt;. We always have a big garden and we use a compost pit to add extra nutrients to our soil. It is my dream to have a nice compost tumbler to help along our endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby grand &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B000S5UUVG?tag=vocalistint00-20&amp;amp;camp=14573&amp;amp;creative=327641&amp;amp;linkCode=as1&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000S5UUVG&amp;amp;adid=0FAF8MYMXPV1T47306YJ&amp;amp;"&gt;piano&lt;/a&gt;. I love to play and nothing beats the sound of a grand piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those &lt;a href="http://www.kitchenaid.com/catalog/product.jsp?categoryId=310&amp;amp;productId=347"&gt;Kitchenaid&lt;/a&gt; machines. They can do a little bit of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also love to add another baby to our family...but I haven't found out where to buy one of those yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year's supply of food (I'm working on that one).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-1127856856367338554?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/1127856856367338554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=1127856856367338554' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1127856856367338554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/1127856856367338554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/10/wish-list.html' title='Wish List'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139642725596161672.post-5042742040193702997</id><published>2007-10-23T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T08:44:10.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Cadaver...</title><content type='html'>In order to fully appreciate the humour of my situation I must provide a little background information...So, I am reading a disturbingly intriguing book titled &lt;em&gt;Stiff: The curious lives of Human Cadavers&lt;/em&gt;. This book came highly recommend by several people, so I decided to give it a try. After all, I have always had some gruesome curiousity about what really happens to our body after we no longer need it. The book has proved to be interesting so far, it explores all the ways in which cadavers, that are donated to science, are used...very informative. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With this information on the top of my mind, imagine my surprise and shock when I walked into the back office at my library and saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124541816306346514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/Rx4HoYWTKhI/AAAAAAAAADM/hce6tPBJ4SU/s200/manequin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Yes, my colleague is one of the advisors for the drama tech crew and they are putting on the &lt;em&gt;Bride of Frankenstein,&lt;/em&gt; this is one of their props, stored in our back room. Let's just say that it took me more than a minute to recover from my shock. Then, I laughed hysterically!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4139642725596161672-5042742040193702997?l=stefsmama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/feeds/5042742040193702997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4139642725596161672&amp;postID=5042742040193702997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5042742040193702997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4139642725596161672/posts/default/5042742040193702997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stefsmama.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-of-cadaver.html' title='The Life of a Cadaver...'/><author><name>Heather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14696742641909538566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/R5kv2NFZoHI/AAAAAAAAAE4/cP7yo8_LHKA/S220/familyphotos+034.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_X3l1EEgIxfs/Rx4HoYWTKhI/AAAAAAAAADM/hce6tPBJ4SU/s72-c/manequin.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
