<?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-896466737629826666</id><updated>2011-10-21T15:43:08.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keepin It Real</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-3808675852000027223</id><published>2009-07-25T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:22:10.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Principles of Health</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SmuBF-om1mI/AAAAAAAABP4/ZRauRAHqcfc/s1600-h/seven+principles+exp..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362521721027352162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SmuBF-om1mI/AAAAAAAABP4/ZRauRAHqcfc/s320/seven+principles+exp..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.forevergreen.org/7Principles.html"&gt;Eight Principles of Health by Ron Williams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&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/896466737629826666-3808675852000027223?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3808675852000027223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=3808675852000027223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3808675852000027223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3808675852000027223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/07/eight-principles-of-health.html' title='Eight Principles of Health'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SmuBF-om1mI/AAAAAAAABP4/ZRauRAHqcfc/s72-c/seven+principles+exp..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6522288089939108608</id><published>2009-06-18T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:53:40.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SjqaATwuUgI/AAAAAAAABOg/IfPpebEQ2uY/s1600-h/spring+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348756837551198722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SjqaATwuUgI/AAAAAAAABOg/IfPpebEQ2uY/s320/spring+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The days are clear,&lt;br /&gt;Day after day,&lt;br /&gt;When April's here,&lt;br /&gt;That leads to May,&lt;br /&gt;And June,&lt;br /&gt;Must follow soon:&lt;br /&gt;Stay, June stay!-&lt;br /&gt;If only we could stop the moon&lt;br /&gt;And June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;........................................................&lt;/span&gt;-Christina Georgina Rossetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-6522288089939108608?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6522288089939108608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6522288089939108608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6522288089939108608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6522288089939108608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SjqaATwuUgI/AAAAAAAABOg/IfPpebEQ2uY/s72-c/spring+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8188749867386356346</id><published>2009-06-05T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:15:38.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Room for the New</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/Sim0kayfBsI/AAAAAAAABOY/wzK6L4lb7yw/s1600-h/simple+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344000970611164866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/Sim0kayfBsI/AAAAAAAABOY/wzK6L4lb7yw/s320/simple+home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Ask yourself: "How do I want to feel?" and remember that &lt;em&gt;we are what we surround ourselves with&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;I've been simplifying my home....big time. Every room. Every closet. Even the garage (thanks John). He began cleaning the garage and I simply said, "Don't be afraid to throw things away - we have way too much STUFF!" And it feels so good to walk into a room and actually be able to see exactly what's there! It brings energy to oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Here are some simple things to consider when going through all the stuff lingering in every corner of your house:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it weighs you down, clogs you up or just plain makes you feel bad about yourself throw it out, give it away, let it go and move on.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it just sits there taking up positive energy (contributing nothing to positive energy) let it go. If you're not moving forward you're moving backward.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you agonize over it too long - throw it out. Don't make the decision a hard one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Questions to ask yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you really love it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you need it now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you imagine yourself or anyone in your family ever loving or needing it in the future?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can't answer yes to one of those questions sell it, donate it, or trash it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Make room for the NEW and NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8188749867386356346?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8188749867386356346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8188749867386356346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8188749867386356346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8188749867386356346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/06/make-room-for-new.html' title='Make Room for the New'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/Sim0kayfBsI/AAAAAAAABOY/wzK6L4lb7yw/s72-c/simple+home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-416491499556302507</id><published>2009-05-29T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:08:01.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Steps to Vibrant Health</title><content type='html'>If there's on thing I love - it's learning how to improve ones overall health and sharing it with others...but first, here's what I've been dealing with which has led me to a deeper level of researching and understanding I never thought I'd tap into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've been taking some serious steps to improving my overall health. My energy levels, zest for life, and even my relationship with Heavenly Father have all been negatively affected by prolonged stress and physical suffering which have consumed my life, using up the energy only one body can posses, as it all went towards negative things, and came to a head about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been merely waking up from another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unrestful&lt;/span&gt; night's sleep knowing I was to face yet another day in which I had to do my best to &lt;em&gt;survive&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thriving&lt;/strong&gt; not &lt;em&gt;surviving&lt;/em&gt; is what I want in life and therefore have begun to make some changes to my life as I've realized what my full potential is...(who knew that I truly have the power to change my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lifes&lt;/span&gt; circumstances which have caused me so much misery for far too long?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SiBOidni0jI/AAAAAAAABOA/cXlJTlrZPSQ/s1600-h/sphenoid+bone.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341355512034415154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SiBOidni0jI/AAAAAAAABOA/cXlJTlrZPSQ/s200/sphenoid+bone.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have begun seeing a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt; Dentist and am now going through the treatment to fix my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TMJ&lt;/span&gt; - and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sphenoid&lt;/span&gt; bone. Yup, not only have I been dealing with pinched nerves, tired jaws and muscles within my face due to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;TMj&lt;/span&gt; I also have an important bone within my head misaligned which has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;subluxated&lt;/span&gt; most of the other bones within my head (which is what has been causing me my physical grief)...needless to say, there have been days where I felt the need to take a baseball bat to my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, fortunately, a baseball bat won't be necessary, my &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.tmjdental.com"&gt;Doctor&lt;/a&gt; will fix me in a more... gentle way. Many years of stress has had a debilitating affect on my Adrenal system which I'm attempting to restore with Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christopher's&lt;/span&gt; Adrenal formula. Also, my hormones have been off my whole life (which, in fact, could be due to that misaligned &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sphenoid&lt;/span&gt; bone) but, just in case it isn't, I'm also taking Dr Christopher's Hormonal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Changease&lt;/span&gt; to help fix that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned so much through all of my reading and researching. So now I give a bit of info to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 Steps to Vibrant Health&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SiBOyI2JW_I/AAAAAAAABOI/J-dMqBf3JJI/s1600-h/mind+body+spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341355781336423410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SiBOyI2JW_I/AAAAAAAABOI/J-dMqBf3JJI/s320/mind+body+spirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;1. Pure water - at least 8 glasses per day - keeps fluids flowing, flushing out the bad - 75% of our bodies are fluid! (distilled, with pinch of sea salt - has lots of minerals our bodies need)&lt;br /&gt;2. Fresh Juice daily&lt;br /&gt;3. Eat Whole foods - Fruits, vegetables, grains, nuts, seeds, and meat every now and then (our bodies need some of the vitamins which come from meat but we only need to eat meat ONCE a month in order to obtain those vitamins) Eat a salad at every meal. Fruit salads, green salads, whatever it be but, green salads, especially are necessary for a healthy body.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bowel Cleansing - A good bowel cleansing is so refreshing and energizing. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blessedherbs&lt;/span&gt;.com)&lt;br /&gt;5. Cleansing and Detoxification (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;herbdoc&lt;/span&gt;.com)&lt;br /&gt;6. Breath Deeper - More oxygen means more life and energy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Stretching, walking, moving&lt;br /&gt;8. Water Therapy - Alternate hot and cold in shower 1 minute each 7 times - gets good things flowing and feels so good!&lt;br /&gt;9. Laugh more&lt;br /&gt;10. Natural cleaning - Clean with natural products. (Amway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shaklee&lt;/span&gt;, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;bronner&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;11. Stop Television - Talk, read, play games, go for walks instead.&lt;br /&gt;12. Trashing - Dump old unused stuff and bad emotional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;memorabilia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13. Love life!&lt;br /&gt;14. Express yourself - Hold it in and rot!&lt;br /&gt;15. Help Others&lt;br /&gt;16. More physical intimacy - Yup, you heard it.&lt;br /&gt;17. Listen to yourself - What is your self talk? Is it positive? What's your body telling you?&lt;br /&gt;18. Love yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How to simplify your home, whole foods recipes, and more - &lt;em&gt;coming soon&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't end this blog without giving a &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; thanks to my dad who has made it possible for me to see Dr. Wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-416491499556302507?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/416491499556302507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=416491499556302507' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/416491499556302507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/416491499556302507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/05/18-steps-to-vibrant-health.html' title='18 Steps to Vibrant Health'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SiBOidni0jI/AAAAAAAABOA/cXlJTlrZPSQ/s72-c/sphenoid+bone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-952395699003166606</id><published>2009-05-05T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T21:39:05.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhLlnq5yY7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RhLlnq5yY7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-952395699003166606?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/952395699003166606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=952395699003166606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/952395699003166606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/952395699003166606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/05/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5215564442838795963</id><published>2009-04-15T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:16:48.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dabbling away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SeZUgb8hdEI/AAAAAAAABNw/CuVKMQaqcEY/s1600-h/treehousejpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325036525646345282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SeZUgb8hdEI/AAAAAAAABNw/CuVKMQaqcEY/s320/treehousejpeg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As like most people, life has been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from living every day with the symptoms of TMJ I've been keeping my spare time busy with working on the illustrations for a language learning book set which I have been dabbling with for the last year and a half but have put more serious focus on in the last 6 months as I finish writing the stories, plugging away at illustrating for those stories, and work on the details which will help make the set a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, concerning my TMJ - I found (more like was led to by a caring Father) to a "TMJ Dentist" who will, hopefully, rid me of something so....inconvenient and debilitating -once we're able to come up with the money neccessary to go through the whole treatment plan. But there's hope and I now realize that there is no other way - I have to face this head on and get rid of it once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SeZbWsLK0UI/AAAAAAAABN4/WcBva7m290g/s1600-h/tysday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325044054785446210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SeZbWsLK0UI/AAAAAAAABN4/WcBva7m290g/s320/tysday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as for some exciting news - Tyra was baptized and on her birthday of all things! It was a wonderful day. Most of our family was there to celebrate "Tyra's day." I love to see these little ones grow and progress. We set out a "Tyra table" with all of her favorite things sitting upon it for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This table included: a scarf she knitted, books such as Julie of the Wolves, a unicorn book set, Ida B., The Last of the Whangdoodles, a few things she embroidered, a photo of her favorite people (Jesus, Beethoven, Annie Sullivan, Helen Keller, and Florence Nightingale), a photo of Katara "water bending", her oil painting, her piano music, horses, a large jewel and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you with kids, isn't it wonderful watching these little ones become who they are as they are drawn to things which naturally interest them and feel passionate about things which genuinely touch them? It's .... &lt;em&gt;wondrous&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschooling my children has definitely been trying (I'm not wanting pity - we chose this path, after all!) but, it's been trying in a good way. I am continually evaluating my strengths, my weaknesses, my selfishness, my pride, my ambitions, my controlling attitude, my desires etc. etc. and am always working towards creating a home that is a place my kids want to be - "...a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5215564442838795963?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5215564442838795963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5215564442838795963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5215564442838795963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5215564442838795963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/04/dabbling-away.html' title='Dabbling away'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SeZUgb8hdEI/AAAAAAAABNw/CuVKMQaqcEY/s72-c/treehousejpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6570790456983423590</id><published>2009-02-26T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:18:54.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We are all pencils in the hand of God." -M.T.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I haven't posted on this blog for a while. To be honest, I'm not sure I want to keep this blog going. Sometimes the blogging world seems to suck me in and take me away from things that are more important - things that I know I should be doing and that make me feel good. But, I do feel good about sharing messages that have changed me for the better. And I share them in hopes that they might, just by a hair, improve someone elses life as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've wondered, is life more about serving each other or teaching each other "lessons"? I've come to the conclusion that it's all about serving each other which, in turn, allows us to learn life's lessons through such service. How? Because you teach about selfless love. And love is fundamentally what our eternal journey is all about. It's what we're here to learn and understand, it's what brings us joy, it's what makes up Gods power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick for nearly 3 weeks. Yes,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; three weeks&lt;/span&gt;! I caught a nasty virus that lasts for two weeks. About one and a half weeks through it I felt better for almost one day when suddenly fatigue, body aches, chills, etc. etc. came upon me again and lasted up until well, yesterday. I went to the doctor who gave me a prescription for a sinus infection and I'm on my way to good health again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to understand, in these last few weeks, how humans naturally yearn for someone to care about them while they suffer. When someone cares about you it feeds the soul, brings physical strength, and buoys the desire to live. I've realized how important it is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt; serve one another - touching, healing, and giving to one another to help ease each others burdens, sorrows, and sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa knew what she was doing beyond what we understand. As she nursed those suffering on the streets of Calcutta she nursed them knowing the chances of survival were slim. But, most importantly, she nursed them knowing they were given some love by a caring hand before they left their experience here on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SabbP5uoKXI/AAAAAAAABLo/ZQqBHxGZhng/s1600-h/mothertheresaserving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307170277143619954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 206px; height: 141px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SabbP5uoKXI/AAAAAAAABLo/ZQqBHxGZhng/s320/mothertheresaserving.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Even though not all of us are sick or dying we all suffer in some way. Which gives us a perfect opportunity to go out and serve anyone, anytime, anywhere. We need to feed souls, bring physical strength, and buoy the desire to live to those around us as we care for one another. We need to pray to have our usual way of living and seeing things be opened up so we may be led to those whom we can serve and so we may be made aware of how we can serve them. Then we need to pray for courage to go forth and serve in ways that, more than likely, aren't deemed as being "normal".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Teresa knew her calling - to be a nun living in the slums - was something which had never been requested or done before but she knew this calling was from God and after some patient waiting she was granted permission to leave her monastery of 20 years. Her face went pale when she was told she could go but promptly asked, "May I go right now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began her work in the slums by lifting a dying woman in her small arms and carrying her from hospital to hospital - none of which accepted the diseased woman who, in this act of love, died in the small caring arms of Mother Teresa. This first experience of serving the suffering people in her city didn't stop her from doing what she felt called to do - a calling which has helped those who suffer (and those who are willing to serve) throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is in need of caring hands, an open mind, and a willing spirit to set a new standard of service toward one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Mother Teresa-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/Sabjfr2QXUI/AAAAAAAABL4/_Bt72FtbUdQ/s1600-h/serving+others.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307179344388447554" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 200px; height: 150px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/Sabjfr2QXUI/AAAAAAAABL4/_Bt72FtbUdQ/s200/serving+others.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Give yourself fully to God. He will use you to accomplish great things on the condition that you believe much more in His love than in your own weakness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.0.0.3/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-6570790456983423590?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6570790456983423590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6570790456983423590' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6570790456983423590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6570790456983423590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/02/we-are-all-pencils-in-hand-of-god-mt.html' title='&quot;We are all pencils in the hand of God.&quot; -M.T.'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SabbP5uoKXI/AAAAAAAABLo/ZQqBHxGZhng/s72-c/mothertheresaserving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-3953140102779946638</id><published>2009-01-21T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T10:30:28.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posts</title><content type='html'>My most recent posts can be found &lt;a href="http://www.chrysalidsjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-3953140102779946638?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3953140102779946638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=3953140102779946638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3953140102779946638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3953140102779946638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/01/posts.html' title='Posts'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5754003350853813063</id><published>2009-01-01T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:43:11.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Gift</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite gifts to give this year was my most recent oil painting. It was of my sister in laws three children. I used each child's favorite color to be their background color. All three were painted on a 12X24 canvas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SVz9k0MNPwI/AAAAAAAABFY/M0t_mUKwND0/s1600-h/three+orths.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286378871553081090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SVz9k0MNPwI/AAAAAAAABFY/M0t_mUKwND0/s400/three+orths.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SVz9qj5XgTI/AAAAAAAABFg/k7H1sDRcZ9M/s1600-h/madison.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286378970258309426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SVz9qj5XgTI/AAAAAAAABFg/k7H1sDRcZ9M/s400/madison.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madison's was my favorite. I love the expression on her face and I love the lighting on her face as well, not to mention, she has beautiful facial features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this same type of portrait painting of my own children before I attempted this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;piece&lt;/span&gt; but, seeing as how it was my first portrait painting ever, and especially after having these work out much better, I think I'll dump my progress on that one and start over. I used too much brown in theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that children naturally have a lot of beautiful pink colors highlighting their faces....it's the adults which lack that pink luster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5754003350853813063?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5754003350853813063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5754003350853813063' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5754003350853813063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5754003350853813063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2009/01/favorite-gift-to-give.html' title='Favorite Gift'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SVz9k0MNPwI/AAAAAAAABFY/M0t_mUKwND0/s72-c/three+orths.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-3644778604256759594</id><published>2008-12-05T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:34:24.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St Nikolaus Tag</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow it St Nikolaus Tag. It's a German tradition where, before children go to bed, they set out their boots in front of their bedroom door (originally it was in front of their house) and leave a paper within the opening of one of the boots with a list of what they'd like for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning when they awake, and if they've been good, they find nuts, an orange, maybe an apple, christmas chocolates, and a candy cane in place of their special list. If they've been bad, well, then they recieve a lump of coal. Fortunately, we haven't had any of that in our home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this was explained because, below you will see that Ethan is quite prepared for this event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STlk2KyViTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/D8lAW81pBfE/s1600-h/ethans+list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276359320212441394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STlk2KyViTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/D8lAW81pBfE/s400/ethans+list.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, he derived such a list making idea from an article from the Friend magazine where a boy, earlier in the story, told about how his list was "as long as his arm". (Later on he is taught that giving is better than getting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized this when we heard Ethan say, "My list is &lt;strong&gt;longer&lt;/strong&gt; than my arms!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm. I think we've got some workin' to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-3644778604256759594?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3644778604256759594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=3644778604256759594' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3644778604256759594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3644778604256759594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/12/st-nikolaus-tag.html' title='St Nikolaus Tag'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STlk2KyViTI/AAAAAAAABFQ/D8lAW81pBfE/s72-c/ethans+list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-940502997896726867</id><published>2008-12-02T08:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:45:36.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Venting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It would have been nice to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; that phone call, my sister and I both urged our parents to make, letting us know our daughter's made it safely to their destination....&lt;em&gt;even if it is 2am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke at 2am thinking, "they should be calling shortly." At about 2:30 I began to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;worriedly&lt;/span&gt; drift off to sleep. I awoke on the hour at 3:30, 4:30, 5:30 and didn't get much sleep after that. "Why hadn't they called?" I saw visions of a plane plummeting into the dark ocean, I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; homesick and wanting to call me, but, for whatever reason couldn't, and I saw my parents comfortably talking away (and laughing) with family while I lie in my bed wondering if my daughter still lives...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my dad's shop at 8:30 and asked my sister, who answered the phone, if she'd heard from my parents. She had in fact and everything was "just fine." Well, suffice it to say, it wasn't "just fine" in my book! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; and her cousin Alyssa completely conked out after the plane ride and are in a deep sleep. . . that doesn't mean my parents couldn't call though and at least let us worried mother's know that all is well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to give them a lecture...until I found out that the reason my sister had talked to them so early this morning is to let them know that "&lt;em&gt;someone"&lt;/em&gt; had crashed my mom's car this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe that wouldn't have happened if they would have been faithful to their duties and called me last night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll spare them the lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STVzy3GCEEI/AAAAAAAABEA/57YG55rxDks/s1600-h/tyrasmealbeforehertrip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275249856154308674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STVzy3GCEEI/AAAAAAAABEA/57YG55rxDks/s320/tyrasmealbeforehertrip.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Call me ... pathetic, but I left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tyra's&lt;/span&gt; breakfast plates, just the way she left it before she left, all day yesterday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-940502997896726867?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/940502997896726867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=940502997896726867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/940502997896726867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/940502997896726867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/12/venting.html' title='Venting...'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STVzy3GCEEI/AAAAAAAABEA/57YG55rxDks/s72-c/tyrasmealbeforehertrip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-465051242360559105</id><published>2008-12-01T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:48:25.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glenn Beck Article, Tyra Leaves</title><content type='html'>As I traveled to one of Glenn Beck's speeches, 6 months or so ago, saying, "Glenn who?", I was hesitant about going and, fighting through traffic, I heavily considered turning around and going back home. But the experience I had by being there, the feeling that was there, the words that were spoken, the songs that were sung, and the spirit that was there made it an experience I'll always remember. It was an awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Glenn has his own talk show on the radio I tend to only read his talks every now and then. I decided I'm going to start sharing the one's that I feel necessary to share with others through this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://www.glennbeck.com/content/articles/article/198/18737/"&gt;here's&lt;/a&gt; one I feel all should read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't going to be a place to argue whether we believe him or not. One can believe whatever they want to and choose to be offended or not. . . so, take it for what it's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-465051242360559105?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/465051242360559105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=465051242360559105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/465051242360559105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/465051242360559105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/12/glenn-beck-article.html' title='Glenn Beck Article, Tyra Leaves'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-440385523794244460</id><published>2008-12-01T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:41:29.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyra has left to Germany.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STWBUPHll9I/AAAAAAAABE4/-5-W2lG3E3o/s1600-h/tyraleaving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275264723190126546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STWBUPHll9I/AAAAAAAABE4/-5-W2lG3E3o/s320/tyraleaving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra left to Germany at four this morning. As I write she's flying over the US. (yikes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll really miss her but hope she'll remember forever, and look back upon with fond feelings, the experiences she'll have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-440385523794244460?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/440385523794244460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=440385523794244460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/440385523794244460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/440385523794244460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/12/tyra-has-left-to-germany.html' title='Tyra has left to Germany.'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/STWBUPHll9I/AAAAAAAABE4/-5-W2lG3E3o/s72-c/tyraleaving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-3627989367345243664</id><published>2008-11-28T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:08:19.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Favorites</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Post rules on blog&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer the 6 "8" items.&lt;br /&gt;3.Let each person know they've been tagged by leaving them a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite TV shows...I'll do books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;instead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jane Eyre&lt;br /&gt;2. Guide me to Eternity&lt;br /&gt;3. The Hiding Place&lt;br /&gt;4. 1776&lt;br /&gt;5. 5000 Year Leap&lt;br /&gt;6. Ida B.&lt;br /&gt;7. The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;br /&gt;8. Standing for something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8 Things I did yesterday...I'll list today's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to Utrecht art store-bought some supplies&lt;br /&gt;2. Went with family to Tracy Aviary&lt;br /&gt;3. Went to Thanksgiving Point Gardens (it was free today!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Ate ice cream and fries at T.P.&lt;br /&gt;5. Decorated our home for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;6. Changed Tyra and Ethan's beds into bunk beds&lt;br /&gt;7. Took a break as I posted this entry on my blog&lt;br /&gt;8. will be...going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8 things I look forward to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tyra coming home from Germany (no, she hasn't even left yet)&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas party with our friends&lt;br /&gt;3. Christmas party with girls I grew up with&lt;br /&gt;4. Being able to open our chocolate filled advent calendars&lt;br /&gt;5. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;6. John's Kung-fu test being over with&lt;br /&gt;7. Christmas school break&lt;br /&gt;8. TMJ being completely gone...one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8 favorite restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mimi's Cafe&lt;br /&gt;2. Johnny Carino's&lt;br /&gt;3. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;4. "Deutchen Laden"&lt;br /&gt;5. Vosen's&lt;br /&gt;6. Flour Girls and Dough Boys&lt;br /&gt;7. Papa Murphey's pizza....mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;8. The Roof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8 things on my wish list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Publish one (or all) of my children's books&lt;br /&gt;2. Finish my Language Learning Books&lt;br /&gt;3. Become a better painter&lt;br /&gt;4. Better guitar skills&lt;br /&gt;5. Serve more people - continually&lt;br /&gt;6. More patience&lt;br /&gt;7. A calm spirit&lt;br /&gt;8. 100 percent understanding about life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8 people I tag....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone who wants to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-3627989367345243664?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3627989367345243664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=3627989367345243664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3627989367345243664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3627989367345243664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-favorites.html' title='8 Favorites'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6978400535322615910</id><published>2008-11-12T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T08:45:07.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRtXF9ReuvI/AAAAAAAAA88/LoqEtKiXuvk/s1600-h/tyra08.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267899948998769394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRtXF9ReuvI/AAAAAAAAA88/LoqEtKiXuvk/s320/tyra08.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tyra is going to Germany in a couple weeks!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My dad has been trying to talk me into letting her go with him for years...but, I felt she was way too young and wouldn't enjoy herself much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he and my mom are going in a couple weeks and he was, once again, trying his persuasive speech on me and probably felt much like a child about to open his biggest present ever when I told him she was probably ready now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is my dad taking Tyra but he's taking her cousin Alyssa! They are going to have sooo much fun! They'll get to ride in the plane, surprise their Old Oma they love so much, and be able to take in (as much as a 7 year old can take in) the different culture of Germany &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seiffen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Oh, how I envy her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRtW0hEdtfI/AAAAAAAAA80/qXXlgv3nwBQ/s1600-h/seiffen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267899649370207730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRtW0hEdtfI/AAAAAAAAA80/qXXlgv3nwBQ/s320/seiffen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seiffen is a little village filled with Christmas lights, smells, and, most wonderfully, German Christmas ornaments and decorations. It's heart warming!!! I bet she'll love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I haven't been talking to John much....(he's in Brazil :) )&lt;br /&gt;So, sorry if this is how you find out that it's a for sure thing before we get to talk, John! Talk to you tonight! (hee,hee) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-6978400535322615910?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6978400535322615910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6978400535322615910' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6978400535322615910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6978400535322615910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!!!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRtXF9ReuvI/AAAAAAAAA88/LoqEtKiXuvk/s72-c/tyra08.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-7023733858852781539</id><published>2008-11-11T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T07:21:19.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expelled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRmwQeasAQI/AAAAAAAAA8A/H_YNAVJ4rRU/s1600-h/benstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267435036275900674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRmwQeasAQI/AAAAAAAAA8A/H_YNAVJ4rRU/s400/benstein.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bravo Ben Stein! Bravo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.expelledthemovie.com/videos.php"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; a link to his movie trailer if you haven't seen it yet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRmwQg_cYJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/0pfjyL7kXXc/s1600-h/academic+freedom.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267435036966936722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRmwQg_cYJI/AAAAAAAAA8I/0pfjyL7kXXc/s400/academic+freedom.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you want all voices (especially that of "Intelligent Design") to be comfortably allowed and accepted in the science room, you can visit a part of Ben Stein's &lt;a href="http://www.expelledthemovie.com/academicfreedom.php"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; and "sign" the "I support academic freedom" petition. Signing this petition will help keep the fact that God had a hand in all creation as an option to be considered and discussed within the classroom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-7023733858852781539?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/7023733858852781539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=7023733858852781539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/7023733858852781539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/7023733858852781539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/11/expelled.html' title='Expelled'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRmwQeasAQI/AAAAAAAAA8A/H_YNAVJ4rRU/s72-c/benstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8385808393932382235</id><published>2008-11-05T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T12:58:13.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRII30Tv9eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/FhUueWcyk-4/s1600-h/george+washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265280669376837090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRII30Tv9eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/FhUueWcyk-4/s400/george+washington.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8385808393932382235?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8385808393932382235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8385808393932382235' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8385808393932382235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8385808393932382235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/11/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SRII30Tv9eI/AAAAAAAAA7g/FhUueWcyk-4/s72-c/george+washington.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-676455718355068312</id><published>2008-10-29T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:32:19.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Part II</title><content type='html'>(This entry is in reference to the comments posted to my last blog entry "Santmas or Christmas" ...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's neat that you (the Orgill's) have shared and still share such treasured memories. It sounds fun and uniting...I like the thoughts that have been shared. I'll have to think about this one for a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About gifts - Ya know, it's not the media that has influenced my thinking about gifts. It's finances...some friends of mine who have commented may understand:) So often there's so much stress involved in the holiday season when you don't know how to pay (not only for food, gas, and bills) and not only for special gifts you long to see brighten your own children's faces, but for a decent gift for all the other gifts you need to and want to give...it tends to leave a bad taste in your mouth when it gets to be ... like one recent Christmas for us. It's impossible to understand unless one has been through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at the same time, there's so much we've learned by having gone through such a trying time (as we struggled with more than just finances) during such a special season. There's so much we learned as we observed what others were doing around us and as we strived to discover what it was we could learn through it all on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's taught me that not only during Christmas time, but throughout life; meaning, purpose, service, and joy is found in people. It's taught me to be aware of and sensitive to others' situations. To give to others who are needing a little cheering, who are struggling, who, during a time such as Christmas, want to be able to give like everyone else around them. It taught me to stop and be aware of one another's personal or obvious battles and do what I can to lift ones spirit with a message of hope and helpful advice. It taught me to look to the Lord and lean on Him at all times, especially during the hardest and darkest of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful to the Lord for it was He, and only He, who knew the extent of our suffering. It was He, and only He, who helped us through, &lt;em&gt;pushed&lt;/em&gt; us through, &lt;em&gt;lifted&lt;/em&gt; us through, the last season. Our family wouldn't be together if He didn't. Oh, how I love the Lord! He has the right to having most of my attention during His season. I am just so grateful to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, concerning gifts - I think planning ahead is a good thing. Which is, I'm happy to say, what I've been doing this year...most gifts are already purchased and although my gifts may not be as fancy or as expensive as the gifts that are given to one another or even that I'll recieve, they'll be gifts that come from the heart because they're gifts we enjoy and hope others enjoy as well. That is what true gift giving is all about during such a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traditions the Orgill's have spoken about sound wonderful. Such a thing must be the authentic reason for the season, to find what brings true happiness and contentment to our soul, our families, and let it bloom and burst during the best season of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your comments. I look forward, more than I did before, to the up coming season and to spending it with all of you. I've been able to find and clarify the happy medium for myself and have rooted further peace and joy because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to John - I love you so much. Y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou are my gift this Christmas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-676455718355068312?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/676455718355068312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=676455718355068312' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/676455718355068312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/676455718355068312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-part-ii.html' title='Christmas Part II'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-3732671002494002345</id><published>2008-10-21T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:14:20.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santmas or Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SP5YxtBBb8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/KIFusMucdQc/s1600-h/christmaslittlegirl.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259739025736036290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SP5YxtBBb8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/KIFusMucdQc/s320/christmaslittlegirl.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is a photo of me gazing at the mystifying Christmas tree, probably dreaming of what Santa thinks I deserve or wondering what I'll end up getting on the upcoming exciting day called Christmas. I might've been gazing at one of the German wooden Christmas ornaments and imagining them come to life as I so often did during those cozy Christmas seasons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We never received many Christmas presents as a young child. It was always the anticipation of it all that created the wonderful memories and feel of the whole December event. It seems that Christmas gifts are overdone nowadays. I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. Things, things, and more things, is what Christmas ends up being about. True giving is wonderful! It brings a joy to one's heart. But, things seem so distorted now. It's frustrating to have to buy, yet another, gift for, yet another, gift swap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We gave our children 3 gifts each for our own family Christmas last year. But, after going to both grandma's houses the total of those gifts increased by about &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; toys / presents &lt;strong&gt;each&lt;/strong&gt;. No, I'm not exaggerating. They didn't even know who's presents were whose. . . that's how much they appreciated what they got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Oh, how I long for a time where one present per each child (totaling 3 presents after the visits with the grandparents) are the extent of Christmas gifts. I think there's something truly wonderful in being able to value what we get instead of tossing one present aside after another anxious to open the next present from the pile of presents lying in front of oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Where's the true giving and receiving in it all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In an effort to keep that beautiful Christmas spirit, this year, we have decided to get the kids one gift to share (this year it'll be a puppet theater with puppets) and a book for each one of them. And we'll be asking grandparents to keep the gifts at least down to 2 gifts per child... hopefully this will help. Of course, there are other things as well. Such as focusing on Christ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Does anyone else ever feel that it is so odd how this make-believe Santa Claus figure (even thought he is such a jolly and fun person to think about) is such a strange thing to focus on when, of all things, of all people, it is Christ who should be receiving the attention? Isn't He worthy of ALL of our attention during such a wonderful season? Santa brings such a pleasant feeling to Christmas but I often wonder what we're missing out on if we &lt;em&gt;solely&lt;/em&gt; focused on Mary and Joseph's journey to Bethlehem, the beautiful birth of Jesus Christ, the wise men's story as they followed the star to worship this new sweet born babe instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Santa becomes such a wonderful figure children think about during the Christmas season. He becomes real&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;to them. What if the yearly experience these precious little children have was about Christ instead? It seems absolutely beautiful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...I just don't get it sometimes. Maybe we should pretend that it's Jesus in the sleigh whipping those reindeer, landing on our roof, and coming down our chimney... hey, at least we'll be focusing more on the REAL thing! I love imaginary things but it doesn't seem in order to be believing in something imaginary which takes focus away from the most important birthday ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SP5eOC-sgbI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kTh3_aiK-0M/s1600-h/easter.png"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259745010226332082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SP5eOC-sgbI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/kTh3_aiK-0M/s320/easter.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Easter bunnies are great, cute, quick, and cuddly. But once again a strange and foreign creature comes and steals away attention from something so wonderful and real... Jesus Christ, coincidentally enough, yet &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. I can imagine a great council taking place in heaven with Heavenly Father and Jesus at the head of the meeting just shaking their heads at us little people on this earth as they say, "First a man who flies in a sleigh, now a mutant Easter bunny! What'll these people think of next?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, what it comes down to is 3 changes (for us):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1) Focus more on Christ. Maybe by reading many written stories of Christ's birth or by acting out plays of the same story. We can read all versions of his birth in the scriptures during Christmas season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2) Less presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;3)Carry out our own wonderful holiday traditions. (Like I said it was the anticipation of it all which kept our spirits high and happy. Our home often smelt of lovely and delicious german pastries my mom would carefully bake. And she had such a wonderful touch with decorating our home which kept the excitement of the coming Christmas day high as well.) . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What are your thoughts for this up-coming season? What are you and your family doing to keep the focus on &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christ&lt;/strong&gt;mas&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-3732671002494002345?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3732671002494002345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=3732671002494002345' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3732671002494002345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3732671002494002345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas.html' title='Santmas or Christmas?'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SP5YxtBBb8I/AAAAAAAAA7I/KIFusMucdQc/s72-c/christmaslittlegirl.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6207145983124691016</id><published>2008-10-17T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T08:12:27.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti Plague Formula</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'm making Dr. Christopher's anti-plague formula in two weeks and am only making it this one time. (It's a big process and I'm making a big batch not only for my family but my brothers and sisters families). I'm recieving help from a Master herbalist named Charlene who has been making this formula for over 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so grateful for knowing about this formula and so I have to share it with those I know and am offering to make extra for those who want to purchase some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like some please place your "order" through e-mail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:claudiaorgill@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;claudiaorgill@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;. (I'm keeping a gallon of it for me and my family in our food storage.) The formula takes about 1 week to prepare and make - so it'll be ready in about 3-4 weeks. &lt;em&gt;I'll only take orders seriously if they have been paid for within 2 weeks...lets say by &lt;strong&gt;November 1st&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It'll be $40 for one quart (4 cups).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's $15 for only 2oz in stores! So at this price it's only $1.25 per ounce and its &lt;em&gt;fresh&lt;/em&gt;! It can store for years in the freezer and is good for about a year in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little about it:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This is the best remedy for colds, flu or any communicable disease (especially bacteriological). It strengthens and stimulates your immune system and should be used as a tonic and preventative at the dosage of one tablespoon of syrup per day. If infected, increase to one tablespoon per hour."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The anti-plague formula is built around garlic, which is well known as a natural anti-biotic. It destroys the unnecessary and harmful bacteria throughout the body. Garlic contains a very high amount of sulphur, one of the best minerals used as an oxygen carrier. Oxygen is the breath of life and sulphur will carry the oxygen in the body directly to the infected area. Germs cannot live in a good supply of oxygen, therefore, the infection is cleared quickly. This is an organic wonder, so garlic may be termed a wonder herb. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In addition, &lt;strong&gt;apple cider&lt;/strong&gt; vinegar acts as disinfectant. The ingredients found in &lt;strong&gt;black walnut&lt;/strong&gt; act as herbal destroyers of fungus. &lt;strong&gt;Marshmallow&lt;/strong&gt; is the enemy of gangrene and peritonitis. It is a softening emollient that will aid in removal of the inorganic deposits broken up by the solvent gravel root. &lt;strong&gt;Wormwood&lt;/strong&gt; relieves pain and kills pinworms and other unwanted parasites, etc. &lt;strong&gt;Mullein&lt;/strong&gt; works on the bronchial track. &lt;strong&gt;Oak bark&lt;/strong&gt; tones and firms the cells in the muscles, cartilage, and flesh. It is also an aid in rebuilding the circulatory system and feeding it. &lt;strong&gt;Scullap&lt;/strong&gt; is one of the finest nerve repairing and rebuilding aids. It works especially well on the proliferant that causes the good cells to multiply rapidly and push out the waste and dead-cell structure, being supplied with the wonderful allantoin. &lt;strong&gt;Lobelia&lt;/strong&gt; is the great catalyst to combine the herbal entities to a smoothly operating whole." Dr Christopher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;All herbs mentioned above, plus the apple cider vinegar, garlic and honey make up the ingredients of this wonderful concoction. All herbs will be ordered from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.mountainroseherbs.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mountain Rose Herbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; and all other ingredients will be organic or U.S.P. grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * *&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy getting your food storage together! Hard times may be ahead, but, I feel they will be happy times as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-6207145983124691016?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6207145983124691016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6207145983124691016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6207145983124691016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6207145983124691016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/10/anti-plague-formula.html' title='Anti Plague Formula'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-4109621197127563075</id><published>2008-10-09T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:38:32.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Prepared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SO4-DRUsNWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/IsDUMbAPpw0/s1600-h/food+storage.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255206041098663266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SO4-DRUsNWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/IsDUMbAPpw0/s320/food+storage.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's obvious that we are spiraling down into an economic crisis. Who knows, maybe things will get better. I don't like the "doom and gloom" talk or feel and don't intend to create that in this blog. But I did want to list some things I have (or will soon have) in our food storage that makes me feel a little more comfortable with the way things are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 Is an "&lt;a href="http://www.dietaryzone.com/dr-christophers-heal-super-garlic-immune-anti-plague-52-16-oz.html"&gt;anti-plague&lt;/a&gt;" formula. The link doesn't give too much information. &lt;a href="http://healingtools.tripod.com/antplg.html"&gt;Here's&lt;/a&gt; another one. I've just heard (mainly from &lt;a href="http://www.greensmoothiegirl.com/"&gt;Robyn Openshaw&lt;/a&gt; and the people she has influenced) that this is amazing stuff. There's a lady in American Fork that makes some and sells it but she's usually always backed up for a month or more, it can also be purchased in herbal stores. And it stores for years (atleast the one the lady makes does - I don't know how long the store bought ones last.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've purchased the recipe and directions for making it and have contacted the woman above who will help me make it and so am thinking about making a batch myself. If anyone is interested in buying any from me please let me know. I'm guessing it'll be about $20-$30 for a good sized bottle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Wheat. (of course!) Not only for making bread but for growing as &lt;a href="http://www.living-foods.com/articles/sproutbenefits.html"&gt;sprouts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 Frozen fruits, greens, grape juice, and (soon) chopped up &lt;a href="http://www.garlic-central.com/garlic-health.html"&gt;garlic&lt;/a&gt;. Now we just need to get a generator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 &lt;a href="http://www.greensmoothiegirl.com/whole-food-green-drink.html"&gt;Green drink powder&lt;/a&gt; - I really want to know that I have things on hand that can keep my family healthy when (or if) things fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 Water. Lots of it. I still need to get more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Cloth diapers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Formula (I never know how &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; milk I'll be making when I have a baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 My bulk storage: rice, beans, salt, oatmeal, popcorn, and my wheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Seeds. So we can grow our own produce during the appropriate months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 &lt;a href="http://www.warmers.com/ItemDetails.aspx?itemid=HWLESx40&amp;amp;gclid=COGklOfPmpYCFSRaiAodtHSs6A"&gt;Hand Warmers&lt;/a&gt;. I love the idea of having these during the cold winter months. Especially if there is no heat. Wal-Mart sells them. I feel that one can't have enough of these. I'd like to hear other ideas as to how to stay warm during the cold months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 Cream of Wheat and Cracked Wheat. They make a good filling breakfast. And a little goes such a long way. And all it requires to make it edible is water (and a bit of sugar or honey go on top.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extras. A few extras I like having are: &lt;strong&gt;Crayons and paper&lt;/strong&gt;, (I hate to think of a child during a time of economic failure {or something like that} that isn't able to color) &lt;strong&gt;cake mixes&lt;/strong&gt;, (a birthday cake for a birthday seems like an extra treat during hard times) and &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate Milk mix&lt;/strong&gt; - the "just add water" kind. (I imagine warm, sweet, creamy chocolate milk in a child's mouth giving the comfort to him or her that all will be well again.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listed much more than I thought I would but, when I think about it, there's quite a bit to get together and have. Other things that are important are having a stash of small bills handy and some gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What things have any of you stored which make you feel at ease if disaster strikes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love to you all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-4109621197127563075?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/4109621197127563075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=4109621197127563075' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/4109621197127563075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/4109621197127563075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/10/being-prepared.html' title='Being Prepared'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SO4-DRUsNWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/IsDUMbAPpw0/s72-c/food+storage.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-1163502202902562208</id><published>2008-10-04T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T07:26:30.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Love Languages!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SOhLQ9h8pLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/LfJlhv9rs6g/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253531720094622898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SOhLQ9h8pLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/LfJlhv9rs6g/s200/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had an interesting (but good) lesson in church last Sunday. It was about &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.fivelovelanguages.com"&gt;the 5 love languages&lt;/a&gt;. This discovery by Gary Chapman says that we have different love languages. The languages being: Quality Time, Recieving Gifts, Physical Touch, Acts of Service, and Words of Affirmation. I was a little concerned at first as to whether or not this lesson would include the teachings of Christ in it but, I'll admit, once the teacher wrapped up the lesson it was pretty well balanced and it ended on a strong spiritual note. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her handouts were 2 tests we can take. One for the husband and one for the wife. John and I took these tests and our guesses as to what the other persons love language is was right. It was a good reminder though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The eye opener for me was when I asked Tyra and Ethan the questions to this test. (The words obviously had to be changed and simplified). The outcome was a huge eye opener for me in that after I discovered what their love language was so many things clicked in place. (Oh, so that's why you always do this or ask for that?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I especially enjoyed when, after discovering the result, I would ask them so you like it when mommy and daddy do this or that don't you? And both Ty and Ethan genuinely and sincerely looked me in the eyes and said, "yes." and then yearned for some of their love language after we had talked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's made a difference in our home. How so? Because if one of the kids are getting cranky or really acting up I just figure that more than likely they're lacking the kind of love that they can interpret as love. So we clearly and easily know OK this person is needing this type of love. We give it and it works miracles. It's really been a blessing in our lives. And made things even happier and healthier in our home.&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;It's interesting how we all hunger for love. And interesting also, is that we hunger for it in different ways from others.&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;Here's a link to &lt;a href="http://www.greaterquest.com/LoveLanguages.asp"&gt;one of the quizzes&lt;/a&gt;. Like I said, just simplify what it's asking, for the kids. (I always began with - "would you rather...") They'll know which one they like more and the outcome may be surprising!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see directions as to how to interpret the outcome &lt;a href="http://purplekangaroopuzzle.blogspot.com/2005/10/five-love-languages-and-two-quizzes.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hope this helps to bring a little more love into your lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-1163502202902562208?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1163502202902562208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=1163502202902562208' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1163502202902562208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1163502202902562208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/10/5-love-languages.html' title='The 5 Love Languages!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SOhLQ9h8pLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/LfJlhv9rs6g/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8227666551017240469</id><published>2008-09-30T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:14:18.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good grief!</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago the kids and I went to a wedding reception. We ran into someone I've known since I was little. She is a kind, hard working, woman. But, I admit, I'm quite frustrated with how she interacted with my kids (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; mainly). I'm not only frustrated with her but &lt;em&gt;her kind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She naturally asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; what grade she's in, which is fine, she was kindly starting up a conversation with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt;. Once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; informed her that she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;homeschooled&lt;/span&gt; she began to quiz her. Saying things such as, "So are you learning things like 11+21?" and then began to ask her multiple math questions and proceeded to give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; a math lesson right then and there in the middle of the reception as her husband stood waiting for her at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt;, under pressure, had a hard time even answering the question "What about 4+3?" I know she knew the answer but here she was suddenly undergoing a math test by this woman she doesn't even know-she buckled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm left feeling frustrated. Why is it that people either A) have to prove to themselves whether homeschooling is a good thing (or not) by testing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;homeschooled&lt;/span&gt; kids? or B) Why does one make an assumption as to whether or not someone is smart (or not) by asking them academical questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm convinced that if she would have talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tyra&lt;/span&gt; in a human-like way, asking her what she is interested in or (if the woman's need be) ask her what she has been learning, I'm sure she would have been impressed with this little, yet big, individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does one, when encountering a stranger/possible friend for the first time, ask them questions such as "Can you factor the polynomial &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;x&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;yz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;+2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;?" to determine whether they are an intelligent or capable individual? The answer is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to one's character. Who are they &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;? How do they feel about life? What drives them? What are they interested in? How do they relate to you? How much do they love to learn? How well are they able to connect with you in a humane manner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not one knows a math problem is frivolousness (unless one is asking to learn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not one has a good, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;-defined, clear thinking, mind and character which thrives with an unclouded awareness as to what his own values are is what is vital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good grief, the last thing these kids need is to feel that academical facts are what makes them worth talking to or, of all things, what makes them an intelligent person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more to intelligence than math problems or the like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8227666551017240469?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8227666551017240469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8227666551017240469' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8227666551017240469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8227666551017240469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-grief.html' title='Good grief!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-807310941222482876</id><published>2008-09-20T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:48:46.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Foods</title><content type='html'>I've been really happy with some meals we've come across which have become part of our regular diet. Why, yes, I'll share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRLyRutI/AAAAAAAAArg/f0IW77PnKOc/s1600-h/tomatoes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261764689279698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRLyRutI/AAAAAAAAArg/f0IW77PnKOc/s320/tomatoes.bmp" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First we have tomatoes. Nice and wonderful. Red and round. Not to mention fabulously healthy. What do we do with these luscious "fruits"? We boil them for 30 seconds or so until their skin is peelable. We peel them. Chop them up and freeze them....lots of them. Why, you ask? So we can use them for spaghetti sauce throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spaghetti sauce is quite simple and quite tasty. It's been handed down from John's grandma to his mom to her children. The recipe is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2-3 cups of tomatoes of the frozen tomatoes (let thaw or sit in hot water to defrost), about 6 tbsp of brown sugar, 1-2tsp of oregano, a large sprinkle of salt, let it warm up (don't boil it or it kills the tomatoes healthy enzymes) and Voila you've got spaghetti sauce! Some spaghetti and some cheddar cheese make it a real spaghetti meal and garlic bread is great with it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love this meal an extra lot because it's quick, easy and its definitely healthier than a box of macaroni and cheese. We've even use it as the sauce we dip our grilled cheese sandwiches in! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; Store bought tomatoes DO NOT work. Only the farm fresh tomatoes (or home grown tomatoes) work. Trust me, I've tried it. I buy my tomatoes from the little farmers market stands along the road for $15-16 a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRSGw82I/AAAAAAAAAro/5qxKFyOGTAo/s1600-h/spinachsalad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261766385824610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRSGw82I/AAAAAAAAAro/5qxKFyOGTAo/s320/spinachsalad.jpg" width="158" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmmmm. My favorite salad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It consists of this: Spinach, cut up apples, cranberries, sliced almonds and honey mustard salad dressing (all natural). I love it. I could eat it every day. In fact, we pretty much do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRTaUgZI/AAAAAAAAArw/Y1bUv901gqY/s1600-h/concordgrapes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261766736282002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRTaUgZI/AAAAAAAAArw/Y1bUv901gqY/s320/concordgrapes.bmp" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Concord grapes. Pick as many as you want at Thanksgiving Point. What do we do with these? We have made them into juice. How? By picking them (obviously), washing them, chopping them up a little in a blender, simmering them, and straining them with some cheese cloth wrapped over the top of a large bowl or pot, (tightened onto it with a rubber band) and finishing off the straining process by scraping, smashing and adding a little water to the grapes over a seive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's messy, it's very purple but it's SOOO yummy. And, I might add, deliciously healthy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRikNDfI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Mx78bo06waE/s1600-h/peachesrice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248261770804268530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRikNDfI/AAAAAAAAAr4/Mx78bo06waE/s320/peachesrice.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, last but, of course, not least. Is our Thai dish. Originally it's used with mangoes but we were introduced to this meal using peaches and love it that way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All it contains is "sticky rice" (called calrose rice - you can buy it most anywhere in the oriental food section of the grocery store...or just use any rice), cut up peaches, and coconut milk (it's canned and is also found in the oriental food section of the store). It's a dish you don't have to feel guilty about eating throughout the day. You can eat this for breakfast, lunch, even dinner if you add something a little more filling like bread to it, and it's good for snacking between meals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kids come to me complaining quite often about how hungry they are...so I point them to the sticky rice and they love it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS &lt;/strong&gt;here as well. Store bought peaches are okay but don't even compare to the farmers market peaches. Once again $15 a box which makes about 15 frozen baggies of cut up peaches.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks Rosanne for introducing us to this one as well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-807310941222482876?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/807310941222482876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=807310941222482876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/807310941222482876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/807310941222482876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/09/great-foods.html' title='Great Foods'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SNWSRLyRutI/AAAAAAAAArg/f0IW77PnKOc/s72-c/tomatoes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-2594297623154723240</id><published>2008-09-13T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:48:50.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Things Which create a Joyful Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SMw1HjEOxiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/i3ltgVbCdkQ/s1600-h/kinkade_-_home_is_where_the_heart_is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245626069768128034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SMw1HjEOxiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/i3ltgVbCdkQ/s200/kinkade_-_home_is_where_the_heart_is.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from the uncommonly craziness of a few days before, our home has been filled with peace and joy. This is the most it has ever been filled with such feelings of unity and understanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 6 things I feel are attributing to this and I felt the need to share:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Saying thank you and please to one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Complimenting one another&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Loving touches, pats, hugs and kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Listening to one another, acknowledging feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Laughing with one another, laughing at things which normally annoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Ignoring bad behavior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(unless it is the kind of a behavior which breaks an already solidified rule - which will result in the loss of a privelige)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-2594297623154723240?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/2594297623154723240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=2594297623154723240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/2594297623154723240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/2594297623154723240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-things-which-create-joyful-home.html' title='6 Things Which create a Joyful Home'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SMw1HjEOxiI/AAAAAAAAAq4/i3ltgVbCdkQ/s72-c/kinkade_-_home_is_where_the_heart_is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6318891957476667473</id><published>2008-09-06T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:26:06.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?!?!</title><content type='html'>So, earlier today we, meaning John, myself and the kids, went grocery shopping together. It was a &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; large shopping trip to say the least and after an hour, when only two items remained to be found and flopped on top of our heap of groceries which spewed out of our cart, I hear a child go bolting across the polished cement floor and suddenly hear a horrible double thud, which could only be made from something such as one's head, accompanied by a terrible vibration through the ground under my feet, followed by a terrible shrieking, which I then knew involved Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He grasped both sides of his head with both hands and wailed in horror of the pain which came from the terrible bash. His face lacked all normal color. Knowing it would be a while for Ethan to calm down I knelt down letting him wail in my lap, shouting to John what the last two items on our list were. After about 5 or 10 minutes, lots of stares from people and children- but no offer of help, Ethan calmed and we were able to find John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to Ethan's unusually quiet behavior and pale face I feared the worst. After we got home and unloaded our groceries, which then, didn't seem so important anymore. I had him in the car to take him to the ER so we could make sure no internal damage was happening...you never know right? But, after deciding to wait it out, the normal Ethan returned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...he decides to play outside and is pushing Millie on one of those handle bar trikes. Suddenly I hear Ethan calling me so I go to him and am confused by his worried expression on his face. I have a wild imagination and tend to fear the worst so I thought maybe he had lost his vision (from his fall) and was worried. But after hearing Millie screaming I instantly realized Ethan hadn't obeyed me when I told him, "be careful as you push her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie is obviously hurting. I can see black road scuff marks on the sides of her clothing and new she had hit, head first, (on the same side as Ethan's interestingly enough) as well. Her face is pale her wailings would be heart breaking to someone whose heart hadn't gone numb yet...but unfortunately the incident at the store as well as the shopping trip in itself, the much whining and crying and chaos that seemed to follow me everywhere I went ever since I got home, and the stress of wondering if Ethan's skull and brain was damaged left me feeling very little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held her until she stopped crying. Fortunately her love for food helped calm her down. And she began to fall asleep in my lap. But, then I worried if she was falling asleep because of brain injuries as well (I know, there I go again) so I kept her awake by giving her a bath. I noticed a big goose egg on her head as I dried her hair. But, she's fine so far. I'm sure that throughout the night I'll be checking her to make sure she responds to my poking her and isn't twitching from having seizures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO...Tyra took her first shower today. It felt like she was suddenly all grown up and it's funny how clueless one can be when one has never taken a shower before. Well she was kind of excited and I left her and let her have her privacy (of course!) In the meantime I had Ethan and Cedric take a bath in the other bathroom. After they had gotten settled I went to check on Tyra. Who, when I got to her, had shampoo in her eye, and must of had some sort of wrestling match with the adjustable shower head due to the water sprayed up to the tops of the vaulted ceiling and the puddle of water next to the rug upon the bathroom floor. "What on earth?" Is all I could say. But left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to the boys' bath. For some reason they're both out of the bath tub Cedric is bent over waiting for me to wipe his bum...that's always a wonderful sight isn't it? And Ethan is in the process of finishing up wiping his bum and has succeeded in, once again, using half of the toilet paper roll for one bowel movement. I wipe Cedric's bum..."When did he poop? Did they have a pooping party?" I wonder. Ethan gets back into the tub. I try flushing the toilet. No luck, it's clogged. Ethan Mr. Solver points blatanlty to the plunger....but he forgets that the toilet is filled with poop. I'd rather try my luck with flushing it over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly notice little brown peices floating in the tub. Cedric must've squirt some inners from his bowels into the tub which Ethan was now bathing in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where I think, "&lt;em&gt;ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only 8pm and &lt;strong&gt;they are going to bed&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-6318891957476667473?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6318891957476667473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6318891957476667473' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6318891957476667473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6318891957476667473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?!?!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8680425334313007667</id><published>2008-08-27T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:11:17.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>So here's a bit of an update from the last blog. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I haven't submitted my story summary to any publishing agents .... yet. I've spent my extra time writing a couple other stories with 2 more waiting in the back of my mind. I've realized that I love to write. I'm not very good at it but I get what makes a good story. So after working on a simple story long enough it becomes what I want it to be and, I believe, one day, I'll come up with a story that's a hit for everyone....including publishing agents and publishers. So maybe I'll finish a couple more stories then submit them all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have face painted at 5 or 6 fairs (a couple were one day fairs and some were 3 day fairs). But, I'm at a halt with that right now. Our family has learned a lot by me tackling this new adventure. We've definitely come to appreciate one another. But one thing totally killed the momentum in it all for me. ...John and the kids came to one of the fairs to visit me. John was pushing Millie in the stroller. I was excited to see her and as I looked at her and she looked back at me, I'll never forget the look on her face, it was .... I'm not quite sure what it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; was&lt;/span&gt; but here's what it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It held no look of attachment or close satisfaction or comfort at seeing me. It missed the connection her and I always had when we saw one another. After that I knew none of the extra income from face painting was worth it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Lord will provide for us.&lt;/span&gt; Not only will we be blessed in listening to the Lord's promptings by having John go back to school but we will be blessed by having me stay at home, keeping order and love in the home, as I'm constantly there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SLbQuWXYI_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/l-2oxDtNIk8/s1600-h/motherandchildren.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239604711188341746" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SLbQuWXYI_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/l-2oxDtNIk8/s320/motherandchildren.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A mother, it seems, provides anchorage for her children. When she is constant, in presence, emotion, and spirituality, a child is secure and content. But when a mother washes about, rolling and swaying in and out of waves, either in presence, emotion, or spirituality, her children are filled with unsteadiness, unsure of what's to come. Peace is hard to find. Connection is difficult to develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to allow my children to feel that peace to the best of my ability. Considering that it involves stability and steadfast efforts in the emotional and spiritual categories - it'll be a lifelong venture for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. There's something the spirit has led me to over and over again lately. It's the phrase/scripture, "set your house in order." And I'm trying to figure out exactly what the Lord means by this. Does he mean the things in my home? Our finances? What we are focusing on in our home? What I'm focusing on? Or all of the above? We'll just have to work on all of the above unless I get some specifics (which would be nice...hint, hint) But, we'll do what we need to do. I feel there's a reason for this counsel....I just hope it's nothing too trying. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through this I'll be focusing on one of my favorite scriptures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Organize yourselves; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;prepare every needful thing; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and establish a house, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even a house of prayer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a house of fasting, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a house of faith, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a house of learning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a house of glory, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a house of order, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a house of God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/896466737629826666-8680425334313007667?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8680425334313007667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8680425334313007667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8680425334313007667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8680425334313007667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SLbQuWXYI_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/l-2oxDtNIk8/s72-c/motherandchildren.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5374027340710768064</id><published>2008-07-09T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:14:22.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great news!!!</title><content type='html'>There are three great things that have headed my way recently. Well, let's say four...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I... get this, finished my children's book today! (applause, applause, applause) I've been feverishly working on it for a couple months now. It's been trying. Deep feelings that are embedded in me came out in this book and I had to clarify what it was I felt, trying to explain it in a clear way with a storyline that was appealing. One you'd like to read over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After changing a larger detail in the story line yesterday and finishing up the details of it again today, I asked John if I could, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;, read him my story. I knew it was pretty much complete when, after reading the story, I saw his eyes glisten with tears. I felt like crying too. It was a really neat moment I'll probably never forget. I had felt like I'd never finish it...something was always needing changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did a test on Tyra by reading it to her...she paid attention the whole time and said, "I loved it!" No, she wasn't trying to humor me...the kids often say, "that was a good one!" after reading them a good book and my own book now falls into that category!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll take on the challenge of finding a publishing agent and hope a publisher finds my book worth publishing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Those who know me well, know how strongly I feel about pornography and diminishing the seeds that lead to it. I've had an idea about an organization I'd like to get started that will set a standard for participating stores and advertisements, one which, when agreed to, promises they are free of any indecent materials that lie in a persons normal route through their store or such....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I've received two contacts from within two different organizations. One being the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.lightedcandle.org"&gt;Lighted Candle Society&lt;/a&gt; and the other being &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.amiutah.org"&gt;American Mother Inc.&lt;/a&gt; A couple mornings ago I finally decided to take the leap and contact these people within these organizations to let them know I had an idea I wanted to share with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was contacted today by a woman who is serving as White Ribbon Chair (anti-pornography/decency) on the Utah state board of AMI and was invited by her to a luncheon that will take place in one week. Those attending this luncheon will be people who are also working against pornography in similar ways as I am, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt;, a member of the Lighted Candle Society (this is a society filled with doctors, lawyers, and such).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitated contacting these people, I felt worried that I may be getting in over my head but I feel driven to this. I feel passionately about doing something to decrease the amount of people who become addicted to pornography. And I know the Lord is leading me. It was Gordon B. Hinckley's quote that pushed me to make the leap and send my e-mail(s). "&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The time has come for us to stand a little taller, to lift our eyes and stretch our minds to a greater comprehension and understanding of the grand millennial mission of this The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the season to be strong. It is time to move forward without hesitation.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. To help John get through school and to help us through the hard winter months I have decided to face paint at fairs and festivals. I have a fair I'm going to 4 out of the 5 weekends in August. I'm excited to do it. It'll be fun painting many designs on all sorts of faces. It'll only be a handful of weekends during the whole year and it will benefit us in great ways. I'm glad this opportunity came along...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Homeschooling Book Group I started about 6 months ago is so wonderful. I love having strong, spiritual, mission-driven, thoughtful, women in my life who motivate me, enrich my mind, and are such good examples to me. I feel so blessed to have this be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling excited and nervous about some of these things but they are all good things. I'm so grateful to the Lord for placing them in my path. This IS "the season to be strong and the time to move forward without hesitation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord uses ordinary people to do great things...I hope to be one of those ordinary people. I hope to be an ordinary person, who, after having passed from this earthly life, will stand in front of Heavenly Father, looking confidently into His eyes as I respond to His questions, "How have you loved? and How have you served?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5374027340710768064?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5374027340710768064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5374027340710768064' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5374027340710768064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5374027340710768064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-news.html' title='Great news!!!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-2068457641363386169</id><published>2008-06-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:41.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Triathlon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SGKCbNhnj3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/m1kgLZT6_q4/s1600-h/IMGP6245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215874722447200114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SGKCbNhnj3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/m1kgLZT6_q4/s320/IMGP6245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; John did the Provo triathlon this last weekend. He was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SGKCbgOEX0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/OYzB3lSqQjM/s1600-h/IMGP6247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215874727465475906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SGKCbgOEX0I/AAAAAAAAAjw/OYzB3lSqQjM/s320/IMGP6247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John and his friend Chan have been training together by swimming at 5 in the morning 3 times a week and by biking and running. It was fun to watch them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SGKCcWPxcMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/yYP-_uiVzVw/s1600-h/IMGP6271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215874741968138434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SGKCcWPxcMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/yYP-_uiVzVw/s320/IMGP6271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the leftovers from our first salad that came straight from our garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all enjoyed it - especially since we grew it ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-2068457641363386169?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/2068457641363386169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=2068457641363386169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/2068457641363386169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/2068457641363386169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-triathlon.html' title='Another Triathlon!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SGKCbNhnj3I/AAAAAAAAAjo/m1kgLZT6_q4/s72-c/IMGP6245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6299503604421153215</id><published>2008-06-07T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:42.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SEtQKZa86qI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tgJFPUvsw9I/s1600-h/IMGP6200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SEtQKZa86qI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tgJFPUvsw9I/s320/IMGP6200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209345533536955042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John accomplished the Salem Triathalon today! We're so proud of him! He did much better with the swim than he thought he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the triathalon should have been titled a dyathalon because biking was eliminated from the race due to the rain (supposedly it creates dangerous riding conditions on the road).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're proud of him anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SEtRBRk9SrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dbpwaC8lZkM/s1600-h/IMGP6201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SEtRBRk9SrI/AAAAAAAAAgk/dbpwaC8lZkM/s320/IMGP6201.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209346476324244146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the group of tri-athletes getting ready to begin the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I felt motivated by all these men and women who have trained long and hard to take part in such a challenging event. I almost felt the desire to complete one  - just so could have accomplished such a thing in this lifetime. But then I realized....I've done 4 of my own kind of "triathalons"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only, mine doesn't consist of 5K runs or 500 meter swims...oh no, mine is 9 months long and the hardest stretch of the "race" comes at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;end&lt;/span&gt;. I accomplish this challenge without any energy booster packs, wet suits, or a full body massage and treats after crossing the finish line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such are the challenges &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;train for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; accomplish and I do one about every &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 or 3 years&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; impressed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;OUR GOOD FOOD HABITS (currently):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Green Smoothies in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Sprouts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Raw almonds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Almond milk (vanilla flavored)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Meals with veggies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herbal Teas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-6299503604421153215?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6299503604421153215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6299503604421153215' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6299503604421153215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6299503604421153215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/06/tri-day.html' title='Tri-Day'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SEtQKZa86qI/AAAAAAAAAgc/tgJFPUvsw9I/s72-c/IMGP6200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8541161064014734388</id><published>2008-05-10T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:43.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>8th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SCYOAnXTlsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9W1cvQEx2U0/s1600-h/8anniversaryexp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198858223575340738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SCYOAnXTlsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9W1cvQEx2U0/s400/8anniversaryexp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8th Anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SCYMsHXTlqI/AAAAAAAAAgE/EpkS7C1EIeI/s1600-h/johnwithkidsbylakeexp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198856771876394658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 306px; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SCYMsHXTlqI/AAAAAAAAAgE/EpkS7C1EIeI/s320/johnwithkidsbylakeexp.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SCYN6nXTlrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/F5nhxIt6cm0/s1600-h/mewithkidsexp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SCYN6nXTlrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/F5nhxIt6cm0/s1600-h/mewithkidsexp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198858120496125618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SCYN6nXTlrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/F5nhxIt6cm0/s320/mewithkidsexp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who knew that our first likings of one another would lead us to where we are today. Who knew it would lead us into hardships we'd feel like we could endure no longer. To trials that would push on us until we'd rather be crushed. To personal decisions we'd make from minute to minute that would determine the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, here we are now, through the roughest era, into one of love, acceptance, respect, appreciation, happiness and most of all, &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you John! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8541161064014734388?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8541161064014734388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8541161064014734388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8541161064014734388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8541161064014734388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/05/8th-anniversary.html' title='8th Anniversary'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SCYOAnXTlsI/AAAAAAAAAgU/9W1cvQEx2U0/s72-c/8anniversaryexp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6631070897168287692</id><published>2008-05-02T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:43.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe &amp; Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SBvoyvloCSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zcuOYIRwEzk/s1600-h/greensmoothie.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196002553567381794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SBvoyvloCSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zcuOYIRwEzk/s320/greensmoothie.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, we're still drinking our green smoothies. Here's our favorite recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups organic apple juice&lt;br /&gt;large handful of spinach&lt;br /&gt;2-3 leaves of collard&lt;br /&gt;2-3 leaves of kale&lt;br /&gt;1 banana&lt;br /&gt;1/2 avocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it! It's our secret recipe so don't share! ;) We don't mind the green color. Green is good!!! Society has simply tainted our way of thinking - it's the best color we can take into our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost want to take on Elder Grobergs diet as he served his mission on the Tongan islands. It consisted of roots, potatoes, leafy greens such as seaweed, seafood (fish, crabs, lobsters), and fruits and vegetables. Once or twice a month they'd have chicken or pork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that sound wonderfully healthy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wherever you go or whatever you do, under proper assignment, put your whole heart and soul into it and you will be happy and have joy therein. It doesn't matter whether it be family, work, missions, or other callings, joy comes from hard work and proper attitude, not location or type of work or calling."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- John H. Groberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It is not how much we do but the love we give that really matters."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mother Theresa&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/896466737629826666-6631070897168287692?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6631070897168287692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6631070897168287692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6631070897168287692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6631070897168287692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/05/yup-were-still-drinking-our-green.html' title='Recipe &amp; Quotes'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SBvoyvloCSI/AAAAAAAAAcM/zcuOYIRwEzk/s72-c/greensmoothie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5711542800048704624</id><published>2008-04-19T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:43.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SAo5q3CR6BI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6KVOgHZ1uX8/s1600-h/ethanseye.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191024928988719122" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SAo5q3CR6BI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6KVOgHZ1uX8/s320/ethanseye.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of a mother would dare damage her sons eye? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One who is willing to playfully throw a large woodchip at her child's head.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eth and I were playing together chucking woodchips from the front yards' landscaping when I tossed the largest wood chip that had yet be thrown and watched the whole process of it as it went elegantly gliding through the air, jutting squarley into Ethan's eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It cut the skin a bit on the eyelid and on his eyeball. The scarey part was when his pupil wasn't dilating. It must have been from the shock of the hit because eventually it began to work again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Poor fellow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SAo7h3CR6DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/O2GnGU_TPIc/s1600-h/ethanknee.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191026973393152050" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SAo7h3CR6DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/O2GnGU_TPIc/s200/ethanknee.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That same day he fell down onto the rocky dirt in our backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as he chased a dog. He had a hard day. But we were able to cheer him up with some home made cookie dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SAo8BXCR6EI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4dF4IE1mFKQ/s1600-h/takiniteasy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191027514559031362" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SAo8BXCR6EI/AAAAAAAAAV4/4dF4IE1mFKQ/s200/takiniteasy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking it easy....that's what Cedric and Millie were doing in the wagon together. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Warm days are SO wonderful!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5711542800048704624?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5711542800048704624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5711542800048704624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5711542800048704624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5711542800048704624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/04/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/SAo5q3CR6BI/AAAAAAAAAVg/6KVOgHZ1uX8/s72-c/ethanseye.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-1706261006337946792</id><published>2008-04-15T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T14:27:27.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog</title><content type='html'>I have a new blog at &lt;a href="http://www.chrysalidsjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.chrysalidsjourney.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This&lt;/em&gt; blog may very likely be put on the back burner. But now and then I may tap in with some thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Blogging!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-1706261006337946792?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1706261006337946792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=1706261006337946792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1706261006337946792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1706261006337946792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-blog.html' title='New Blog'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-2516006989965095186</id><published>2008-04-02T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T09:46:22.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run! RUUUUNNN!</title><content type='html'>Our home has been a torture chamber for the last week and a half. We've had the flu and it has been terrible! John, Ethan, Tyra and Cedric all got it at the same time, tuesday of last week to be exact, and they're still recovering. It starts with tummy aches then progresses to fevers, chills, body aches and a after a few days, when you think you're getting better, another wave of suffering hits and there's fever, coughing, and a terrible cold to go with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father has blessed us though. I didn't get sick until that coming saturday. Who would've taken care of us if we were ALL sick at the same time? I wouldn't dare to have anyone come into our flu infested quarters. John has taken care of all of us the last 4 days now and he has done it in an amazing way. It wore on him at times - one can't blame him. But, he has been so great with keeping order in the house and tending to the needs of ill and recovering people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should put signs on their houses, the way they used to do it during scarlet fever epidemics, saying, "FLU. Run! RUUUUNNNN!" I'm into my fifth day now. And had a fever almost all night last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie has had a fever the last couple days now. We were trying SOOO hard to keep her away from the germs. I just worry about her getting the cough that has come with this virus. We've given her a blessing and are praying for her. I hope she'll be alright. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homeschool restructuring&lt;/span&gt;. I don't plan these events - they just come. Usually when I'm feeling frustrated or overwhelmed. Why do I feel this way? Because I can tell that our way of homeschooling needs to step up a level - things tend to stagnate. Then I pray, plan, and revise how we're doing things. Some things stay the same. Otherwise, improvements are made and we move forward in a productively better way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always seem to fall in love with homeschooling and why we're doing it all over again during such times! I'll never pretend like it's an easy thing - it's not. But it's wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-2516006989965095186?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/2516006989965095186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=2516006989965095186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/2516006989965095186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/2516006989965095186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/04/run-ruuuunnn.html' title='Run! RUUUUNNN!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-3845889062019055728</id><published>2008-03-25T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T08:16:07.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Happenin's</title><content type='html'>John's home! Woo hoo! There's nothing like growing closer to a spouse because of being separated from one another. It's so nice to have him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been reading Junie B. Jones books. They're children's books and are hilarious! I had a laugh attack into the first few pages of the first book of hers we read. The kids didn't quite know what was going on - besides Ethan who had witnessed such an ordeal before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting our garden going! I'm so excited. I'm a convert to the "SFG" (Square Foot Garden) idea and I think it's going to be great. We're going to plant beets, collard, kale, spinach, lettuce, cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes, string beans, sweet peas, and pumpkins. Sounds like a leap of faith considering this will be my first real garden ever! But, the SFG makes it so simple and almost fool proof - I can't wait to see the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept good last night but listen to the details of the night before....I got up twice to take tylenol (ongoing toothache), once to go to the bathroom, once to blow my nose, once to cedric crying for his binkey at the end of my bed, I placed millie's binkey back in her mouth about 5 times, I nudged John about 5 or more times to stop snoring, he twitched in his sleep for about 30 minutes, and I fed Millie once. I was awake from around 3am until after 6am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those kind of nights make me insane...I mean really insane! I don't even know why I ever layed down. But, I survived and I'm sure glad not every night is like that. Sometimes Millie really gets going with dropping the binkey out of her mouth and crying for it, wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start posting more photos and I still need to re-do my blogs look...it'll get done - one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-3845889062019055728?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3845889062019055728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=3845889062019055728' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3845889062019055728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3845889062019055728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/03/home-happenins.html' title='Home Happenin&apos;s'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8663040709721625377</id><published>2008-03-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T08:39:14.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogi Yogi</title><content type='html'>The other day Tyra said, "Mommy, can we do Hogi Yogi?" It took me a minute to get what she was trying to ask. She meant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yoga&lt;/span&gt;! I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John called two days ago and let me know that he was going to be coming home 3 days early! (They finished their work early.) He was supposed to come in today around noon but I heard from my mom last night that they missed their plane (airports fault) and will have to wait one more whole day since there's only one plane that flies from Brazil to Atlanta per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bummer! We were so excited to have him back home. I felt so relieved that all went well there and that he had been safe. Now he's in a bigger, busier city within Brazil, one that he's not familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just come home safely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS I went to an enrichment activity Shanda invited me to where the "Green Smoothie Girl" demonstrated making her green smoothies and not only fed us many other samples but a fun amount of information as well. I'll post a blog with all the info. I learned from that at a later time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8663040709721625377?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8663040709721625377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8663040709721625377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8663040709721625377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8663040709721625377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/03/hogi-yogi.html' title='Hogi Yogi'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5535868501289785266</id><published>2008-03-15T12:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:47:11.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John's Gone</title><content type='html'>John left to Brazil today and I'm so sad! I'm bothered because I don't know if my uneasy feelings are simply from being overly worried or if the feelings mean something will happen. I haven't wanted him to leave and now, already, I just want him home. I love having him around so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, we've got plans that will keep us busy - I just hope his plane flies safely to and from Brazil and that he'll be safe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in&lt;/span&gt; Brazil...it's not a very safe country to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(John's in Brazil with my dad to help with the windows for the new temple.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5535868501289785266?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5535868501289785266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5535868501289785266' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5535868501289785266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5535868501289785266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/03/johns-gone.html' title='John&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-1503337060753143247</id><published>2008-03-14T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:15:01.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist Appointment Today</title><content type='html'>I had a dentist appointment today. I haven't been in since I was 7 months pregnant with Camilla. Does anyone remember that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two interesting things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; that day...no three (one I didn't know about until today). 1. When the dentist gave me the shot in my lower right nerve she made a "direct hit" to the nerve which instantly numbed my lower right side from the jaw to the lip but it hurt terribly bad! It felt like the ending point (under my right lip) exploded. I naturally went to grab that area and the nurses quick reflexes grabbed my hand and pulled it down. (It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; to think of what a problem I was for the dentist and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;assistant&lt;/span&gt; that day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; was just that - my nerves were damaged it took &lt;strong&gt;7 months&lt;/strong&gt; for the nerves under my lip to stop tingling and feeling numb! That IS how long it takes for nerves to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, because she was working on my wisdom tooth she was lodging that foam block so far back in my mouth to open it as wide as possible. Now, I might add here, that sometimes when I yawn my jaw can stick open feeling like it's going to lock open, so I always quickly end the yawn and all is okay. Well, in the dentist chair that day, such wasn't the situation. She pulled the wedge out and you can only guess what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. Just imagine me, sitting in the dentists chair with my mouth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; open without being able to close it. Just pretend for a minute...it's horrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse tried to massage my jaw hoping that if it would relax it'd loosen up and go back. But it definitely didn't work. It took all the self control I could muster up not to go into a panic! Due to the discomfort of the situation I didn't notice the witness I had next to me. I suddenly hear someone next to me say, "That doesn't look comfortable." I simply (try) to say,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ig&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ignt&lt;/span&gt;" and once again control the panic that is about to take over my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt; my dentists office is in a medical building and someone went and grabbed some other doctor in the building who came in and gently grabbed my jaw with both hands, rocked it back, then forward to the point where my bottom teeth were in front of my front teeth and then, in the same swift motion, rocked it into its right place. I could have kissed him! I was so relieved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then I've gained a new fear. Having my jaw lock open. What would I do if John is gone and I'm home alone with the kids and my jaw locked open? Will the kids understand the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;malformed&lt;/span&gt; words coming from my open mouth? I'd be quite the site to see (and remember) if I tried to go over to a neighbors house. Calling someone is out of the question. Do I drive myself, mouth wide open, swallowing near impossible, speaking unrecognizable, to an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Instacare&lt;/span&gt;? Think about it (and Em stop laughing! - this is serious! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, point being, I went to the dentist today and all went well. He let me move my jaw every few minutes throughout the hour and a half procedure. He let me keep my mouth open to where it was comfortable to me - even though it was more inconvenient to him. He had to shorten the drill bit so he could get it where he needed it. And he went easy on the shot - even though, once again it went directly to a main nerve - this time one that led to my tongue but right when I naturally reacted to it and he knew it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; again he didn't put in the rest of the numbing solution, which would've caused more damage, he drew the needle out. My tongue and inner gum area were already numb and didn't need anymore solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice of them to be so kind. They all remember me in that office. I'd remember myself too if I worked there. A young little mother, 7 months pregnant, sitting in the dentist chair with her mouth stuck open. Yeah, that makes an easy memorable moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the other thing I found out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; that day was that the main dentist (the one who worked on me today) and the other dentist (who worked on me that dreadful day) had quite the argument and he actually hurt her feelings because she didn't want to work on someone who was pregnant and he didn't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;it would&lt;/span&gt; be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think she'll be working on a pregnant woman again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-1503337060753143247?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1503337060753143247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=1503337060753143247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1503337060753143247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1503337060753143247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/03/dentist-appointment-today.html' title='Dentist Appointment Today'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8322364004430505314</id><published>2008-03-12T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T13:40:37.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>This will be my blog's "good news minute".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slept, pretty much without waking up, all the way until 5am this morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally wake up 5-10 times per night (for no reason at all) and often have a hard time going back to sleep so this is really good news for me. I can always tell if I've actually slept during the night (about once every 4-6 months) because I have energy during the day at don't hit my "zombie" time at noon where I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to lie down due to my absence of thinking abilities or emotional stability. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping better lately - which is so nice! (Keepin' it real) - My depression is pretty much completely gone thanks to St Johns Wort and a variety of other things. It feels so good to be alive again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I purchased coconut oil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;It smells wonderful and I can't wait to use it in place of all the other "bad" oils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8322364004430505314?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8322364004430505314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8322364004430505314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8322364004430505314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8322364004430505314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/03/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-4742856147885954066</id><published>2008-03-10T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:35:25.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five great things!</title><content type='html'>There are five fabulous things I've incorporated into my life that I want to scream out and share with all people...so, instead of screaming, I'm sharing it through my blog. The five things are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Greensmoothiegirl.com (as I mentioned in my last entry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We've been making these green smoothie shakes every morning. Tyra asks for seconds. They're delicious and are a good first step to providing our bodies with the nutrients we need to stay wonderfully healthy and alive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The site doesn't just talk about green smoothies but it explains &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; we should change the way we eat and it helps us know &lt;strong&gt;how&lt;/strong&gt; to do it as well. And it all sounds (and is) so delicious! All of the info. provided is from a woman named Robyn (who lives in Pleasant Grove) and the research she's been doing for 15 years!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;She has a great 12 step program!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, and check out this info. about coconut oil from her site - &lt;a href="http://www.greensmoothiegirl.com/coconut-oil-health-benefits.html"&gt;http://www.greensmoothiegirl.com/coconut-oil-health-benefits.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Square Foot Gardening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never thought I'd be much of a gardener. It just wasn't "my thing" or I simply don't have a "green thumb". But this "SFG" thing - I can do! And so can anyone! I can't wait to have a garden this year and to have the kids pick our own fresh fruits, veggies, and greens ( for our green drinks). I'm letting the kids have a garden of their own and I can tell that this is going to be a blast! Here's a link to "SFG". You can buy a used book from the used books on the Barnes and Noble site for $5.88 (that includes shipping).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.squarefootgardening.com/"&gt;http://www.squarefootgardening.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/used/titleresults.asp?PEAN=&amp;amp;PRC=ALL&amp;amp;TTL=square+foot+gardening&amp;amp;CNT"&gt;http://search.barnesandnoble.com/used/titleresults.asp?PEAN=&amp;amp;PRC=ALL&amp;amp;TTL=square+foot+gardening&amp;amp;CNT&lt;/a&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kids Are Worth It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a book I've been reading and I know that Heavenly Father lead me to its discovery. I borrowed it from a lady in the ward and almost gave it back several times because I simply wasn't getting to it but I finally picked it up and have been growing bit by bit as I read it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It speaks of what kind of a family we may have come from (Brickwall, Jellyfish, or Backbone) and it helps us to be a "Backbone" family which is the ideal way to be. I love it and I can't say enough about it. If you're a flawless parent and your family runs perfectly, by all means, this book isn't for you but it's great for anyone else. ;)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;I figure that in order to fully comprehend and incorporate it's teachings into my life I'll need to read it once for every year I was raised in my extremely "brickwall" family... so I should end up reading this book 19 times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If any of you ever read this book I'd like to know what kind of a family you came from and what changes you had to make to become better balanced. It's funny how the author says that a brickwall person and a jellyfish person attract one another...that's defninitley true in mine and John's relationship. But, I've realized how nice it is to have it that way - once we learn to work together!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. America in Danger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is another book I'd like to read. I have read excerpts from it and have read an article/interview from its LDS author... Sometimes I think we need a kick in the rear end to get us to "get our houses in order" like the leaders of the church have been telling us for years and years. The excerpts I read along with the article/interview did just that for me. Now I can't wait to read the full version.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;And I'm more than eager to get our food storage and supply completed!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Getting out of Debt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This year John and I have been making our plans on how to get out of debt and are about to have our year plan laid out. It's exciting to see the plans of debt elimination being laid out! Dave Ramsey is the "voice of financial wisdom" for many people and although I haven't thoroughly looked or read through his material (pat on the back for those of you who have) I felt even more motivated after reading his 7 steps. A couple of my friends and some family members have become his fans maybe you'll become a fan as well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/"&gt;http://www.daveramsey.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-4742856147885954066?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/4742856147885954066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=4742856147885954066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/4742856147885954066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/4742856147885954066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/03/five-great-things.html' title='Five great things!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-1084943411455096355</id><published>2008-03-05T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:14:27.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarifying my "thought"</title><content type='html'>Just to explain something...the point of the "profound" thought I had that, I felt, came from the spirit &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; to have cops start paying good drivers $50 (although that is a great idea!) but it was the idea of rewarding good behavior by recognizing it and praising it and applying that "cop thought" to parenting. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"keepin' it real", &lt;/span&gt;I'll open up to something not to get a pity party but in hopes that it may help someone else. I've been fighting depression...(I tend to deal with it around this time of the year) but I've run across a book titled, "The Mood Cure" that has really helped me understand a lot of things with how our bodies work and what nutrients and minerals our brains and bodies need in order to be well balanced...here's a small basic list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleep (ha, ha, insomnia is something I've been struggling with for 6 years)&lt;br /&gt;            -Drink St Johns wort tea before going to bed&lt;br /&gt;            - Darken the house as the night begins (darkness produces melatonin which puts your body to sleep)&lt;br /&gt;            -Don't eat after 7pm - have a light snack if you need it&lt;br /&gt;2. Omega 6's - can be taken by taking fish oil pills or integrate flax oil into you diet&lt;br /&gt;3. Sun - no way around it we need sun&lt;br /&gt;4. Exercise - no way around this one either&lt;br /&gt;5. Cut out most sugars or addictive foods like chocolate...salsa is a good substitute to get the boost our bodies are craving&lt;br /&gt;6. 5 HTP is great temporary intake to help your body naturally kick start your seratonin levels (if your body handles it well)&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat health(ier)....greensmoothiegirl.com - I'm telling ya it's the way to go! (It's interesting that the mood cure coincides so well with what the "green smoothie girl" teaches).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keepin' it real :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-1084943411455096355?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1084943411455096355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=1084943411455096355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1084943411455096355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1084943411455096355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/03/clarifying-my-thought.html' title='Clarifying my &quot;thought&quot;'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-1725803312464736514</id><published>2008-03-04T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:28:59.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under construction and...some thoughts</title><content type='html'>Either I've lost my sense of taste or this site is "under construction"...you decide. :) No, John has figured out how to work with the html code for this blog so now I get to create my blogs look - however I want it! John was playing with the options and has left me with how it is now...I still need to decide how I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a thought the other day as I was driving. I'm pretty sure the spirit led me to its discovery. (It's a simple thought, really, but it was profound to me). I worried for a minute that a cop might have been around because I realized I was driving faster than I should have been. So, I slowed down. Then I thought, what if cops pulled people over because they had been watched or followed and found to be an excellent driver? And instead of handing over a ticket showing some outrageous balance you suddenly owed he handed you a check for $50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, let's think about this. People would drive more politely and courteously, obeying the rules because they'd like to be noticed for being a good driver. I'd like to be! I'd try harder, knowing that I may be rewarded for my "good behavior".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thought led me to something I've been thinking about doing. It stems from a book titled, "Positive Parenting" written by a Dr. Latham. Along with giving great wisdom and advice he also helps us by giving us even further assistance through assignments. (You can view his assignments by going to www.amiutah.org, click on Dr. Latham's lessons and view his lessons from there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment #1: Give positive attention to your family when they are doing things that are right. A soft pat on the back, a hug, a high five, or a "Way to go!" will nearly always assure the behavior will be repeated. For one hour, when most of your family is home, give yourself a mark for each positive interaction you have. Try to do it for each member of the family, and keep track of the data. Record any interesting experiences you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's more: The second part of the assignment is to LEARN TO IGNORE AGE-TYPICAL, "JUNK" BEHAVIORS! Dr. Latham feels that about 95% of the things kids do that drive their parents crazy should not be given any attention at all. Just turn and walk away. Ignore it. Most likely, it is normal for the age and goes with the territory. When we jump into every argument, it gives them a great audience and encourages the performance. Ignoring such behaviors puts it on "extinction" and it will soon lessen. Then, when the battle is not raging, continue to teach what the right behavior is and watch for a time when they are doing well and comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assignment #2&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from a negative behavior. Temper tantrums, quarrels, etc. qualify as long as life or limb is not threatened! As soon as it has died down, watch for a time to compliment the person on working it out and doing the right thing. Try it. You have nothing to lose but a lot of unpleasant behaviors! Record any interesting findings below, or on the back of this page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often wonder, if Jesus were the parent of my children how would He be parenting them? It seems obvious to me that he wouldn't be standing over them waving his pointer finger at them threatening them if they act out again...I only know about this because I've seen other parents do it...I sure don't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop thought made me realize how much I, even in my adulthood, would like to be rewarded or noticed for good behavior instead of ONLY being chastised and punished for "bad" behavior. How annoying is it to have someone watching you to see if you do something wrong and yet all the good things about you go unnoticed? I grew up that way and I hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why cops are so annoying...they do good things and are a necessary part of our society but isn't it frustrating to have someone looking for your flaws and imperfections instead of focusing on how well you followed the road rule one step behind or in front of your minor slip-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in positive parenting. I remember an enrichment activity I went to a few months ago. We had the opportunity to listen to a mother of 11 (all temple married) children speak of how she raised her children. I asked her what she did when her children fought. And she simply replied, "I just ignored it. That kind of behavior didn't deserve my attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise she was constantly there. Giving praises, sharing, giving love, teaching through simple lessons and creating opportunities for her children to win...sorry to keep rambling but this story is cute. One day her and her son were driving somewhere. She said out loud, "Oh no!" And her son curiously asks, "What?" She answered, "We need more gas and I forgot my purse at home. I don't know if we'll make it to the gas station." Her son became concerned and so she asked him to say a prayer that they'll make it to their destination. Low and behold they made it to a gas station and her son found her purse in the car, get this, in a spot close to his seat where she had placed it! She planned the whole thing! She says that to this day he thinks he is SOOO spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure how I feel about setting up blatantly fictitious situations like that but it's cute and it gives me other ideas as how to set up situations where the child can "win" and come away from it feeling like a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my thoughts...oh, that and I LOVE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.greensmoothiegirl.com&lt;/span&gt;. We've started drinking these green smoothies every morning and are changing our diet all together so that we may be more healthy, energetic, think more clearly and be more alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-1725803312464736514?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1725803312464736514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=1725803312464736514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1725803312464736514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1725803312464736514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/03/under-construction-andsome-thoughts.html' title='Under construction and...some thoughts'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-922768110337332479</id><published>2008-02-01T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:01:07.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaking Emotion &amp; Passion!</title><content type='html'>As a defiant teenager I'd shut myself in my bedroom, every now and then, for a couple hours at a time and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; could remove me from that room. Would I be venting in my journal? Listening to noisy music? Going through my wardrobe picking out my outfits for the rest of the week? Browsing through Teen magazines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'd place one of my favorite CD's into my stereo and let the speakers blare the melodic music from the full production of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;. I would sing along, listen intently, be moved, and maybe cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to share this secret love affair of mine with the kids today. We made some popcorn, sat on the living room floor and pushed play. For the first half hour Tyra couldn't seem to refrain from asking, "Why isn't there a movie for it?" or "Are we going to sit here the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; time?" But as the musical play went on and I continually verbalized the story behind all the singing they grew increasingly interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christine visits her fathers grave and sings of wishing he was somehow there again I found Tyra wiping a multitude of tears from her eyes. I worried if I had over loaded her senses. But we didn't give up and listened to the whole production - which is almost 2 hours long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the final scene the Phantom, Christine and Raoul are in the Phantoms hideout and are singing simultaneously, yet in perfect intervals, expressing their most intensely heartfelt feelings and desires. The Phantom is upset and is demanding Christine to make a choice between the Phantom or Raoul. If she chooses Raoul he'll kill him. Yet, if she chooses the Phantom she'll live a life full of twisted darkness. Christine is singing to the Phantom about how he has deceived her and Raoul is apologetically singing to Christine for putting her in this predicament by coming to the Phantoms lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All quiets down and Christine's clear voice sings the words "...God give me strength" and she kisses this hapless Phantom character, whose whole life was filled with ugliness, darkness and unkindness though, secretly, he always yearned for beauty and love. This act of love weakens his frame and he collapses to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mob, who are out searching for the Phantom to put an end to his life, are heard coming closer in the background. The Phantom, with sudden change of heart, tells Christine and Raoul to leave and forget about him, with a soft tone in his voice. They hesitate as they don't know quite what to do. Only when the Phantom raises his voice and cries, "Leave me!" do they obey him and run away together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All music stills and a simple musical box lightly tinkles the silvery tune to the Masquerade song, "...hide your face so the world will never know you..." In the background the Phantom hears Christine and Raoul making promises of love and commitment to one another...knowing he'll never be a part of this loving relationship he's allowed to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty and I were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;both&lt;/span&gt; crying. Tears streaming, emotions going, hearts aching. As I discussed with Tyra the emotions we had felt, I wondered some things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if there aren't enough people on the Earth willing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;. I wondered if too many hearts are closed, numb, distracted, or hardened - hindering the ability to feel emotion. I wondered at the amount of emotion, energy, enthusiasm, and awareness that would arise and thrive in the core of all people if everyone took the time to continually experience a classic play, book, musical, or expression of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions arouse dormant personal passions. Those charged passions naturally turn into self-motivation which is used towards fulfilling good purposes for each of our individual mission(s) on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's add more choice events in our life that create emotions which bring about productive results!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-922768110337332479?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/922768110337332479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=922768110337332479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/922768110337332479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/922768110337332479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/02/arousing-emotion-passion.html' title='Awaking Emotion &amp; Passion!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5411871195286725979</id><published>2008-01-28T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T14:52:24.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifelong Course to Excellence</title><content type='html'>I am constantly tuning and tweaking my character to fit who I want to be, who I know I should be and who I know I can be. This constant effort can be overwhelming but by taking on a more optimistic view I have recognized a "love for life and it's challenges and pleasures."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pres Hinckley said, "My life has been rich because it has been filled with problems to solve and associations to savor." I'd like to adopt his outlook into my own life. There is someone whom I know the Lord needs me to be. By taking the arduous path to become that person, I know I can bless the lives of those in my realm of influence. Be it my family, friends or strangers - it'll be worth every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pres. Hinckley also said, "We are in a constant search for excellence. That search must be continuous and never-ending. It must be consuming and unrelenting. As a nation and as a people, we will not rise to a position of excellence before the world until we have begun to restore and rebuild a foundation of moral, ethical, and spiritual strength."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we feel driven to improve? Heavenly Father has a path of improvement ready for all of us. Whether it be a book we are lead to read, a talk we feel inspired to listen to, a value we feel the need to focus and improve upon or a person we need to accept into our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By simply listening to the spirit and taking the subtle guidances He gives us, we'll continue on our lifelong progression to excellence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5411871195286725979?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5411871195286725979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5411871195286725979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5411871195286725979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5411871195286725979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/lifelong-course-to-excellence.html' title='Lifelong Course to Excellence'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5082207055858180035</id><published>2008-01-25T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:50:19.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the game!</title><content type='html'>Phew! I took a dip there for a moment but I feel that I'm back in the game. As a good friend of mine says, "There is no looking back....Onward and upward!" And that's just where I intend to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5082207055858180035?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5082207055858180035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5082207055858180035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5082207055858180035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5082207055858180035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-in-game.html' title='Back in the game!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-7058200086909880068</id><published>2008-01-25T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:44.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great sister!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5qVl-RF8iI/AAAAAAAAANU/N2msoYxp2cY/s1600-h/IMGP5657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5qVl-RF8iI/AAAAAAAAANU/N2msoYxp2cY/s320/IMGP5657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159600802708714018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked Ty if she'd watch Millie for a minute while I did something. When I went back downstairs I saw Tyra in the "craft closet". I thought she had decided to ditch having to take care of Millie but instead, to my pleasant surprise, Tyra told me that her and Millie were making crafts together. It was cute to find them like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-7058200086909880068?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/7058200086909880068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=7058200086909880068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/7058200086909880068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/7058200086909880068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-great-sister.html' title='What a great sister!'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5qVl-RF8iI/AAAAAAAAANU/N2msoYxp2cY/s72-c/IMGP5657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-1594614920302119576</id><published>2008-01-25T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:44.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Successfully Healthy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5qT3uRF8hI/AAAAAAAAANM/AZOE-A-313s/s1600-h/IMGP5654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5qT3uRF8hI/AAAAAAAAANM/AZOE-A-313s/s320/IMGP5654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159598908628136466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my first successful loaf of bread today! It's even approved by ETHAN!!! John and I had to laugh earlier today when the kids asked for granola and flax seeds as snacks. I don't mind the kids snacking on food like that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-1594614920302119576?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1594614920302119576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=1594614920302119576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1594614920302119576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1594614920302119576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/successfully-healthy-day.html' title='Successfully Healthy Day'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5qT3uRF8hI/AAAAAAAAANM/AZOE-A-313s/s72-c/IMGP5654.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8565698566440471776</id><published>2008-01-24T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T09:56:49.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needed Comfort</title><content type='html'>My life is but a weaving between God and me,&lt;br /&gt;I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily,&lt;br /&gt;Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,&lt;br /&gt;Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not till the loom is silent, and shuttles cease to fly,&lt;br /&gt;Will God unroll the canvas and explain the reason why.&lt;br /&gt;The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hand,&lt;br /&gt;As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              -&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nonymous&lt;br /&gt;(From the book, "Tramp for the Lord" by Corrie Ten Boom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will always doubt my ability to homeschool my children or doubt my ability to do many great things I feel driven to do. But I need to remember the answers I receive and go forward with faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the poem says, I need to remember that the Lord has the upper and I the underside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8565698566440471776?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8565698566440471776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8565698566440471776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8565698566440471776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8565698566440471776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/needed-comfort.html' title='Needed Comfort'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-4129457661827168080</id><published>2008-01-22T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:44.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeschool bit</title><content type='html'>How much indecent and inappropriate exposure do our children need in order to have experienced a "healthy" dose of the worlds filth so they can turn out to be "decent" and "normal" people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a real question or are our minds slightly distorted to make it seem like a sensible inquiry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My visiting teachers came over today. I always enjoy a visit from them. Today we touched on the homeschooling subject. One of the sisters said that once her eldest daughter is old enough to enter junior high she's going to homeschool her. The other sister expressed her disdain at the crud her son is witnessing at his junior high school. There are girls kissing girls in the hallway. Swearing. Fighting. Lying. Stealing. Cheating. Immodesty. Drugs. Sex.....I'm sure the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then she also talks about a child she knows who is homeschooled. This child is nine years old, she doesn't know how to read, and she's socially backward. (***)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, which path am I choosing here and is there a pleasing balance between the two? For us, there will have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is smudged in filth everywhere we go, and it'll be so throughout my children's entire lifespan, so they'll get their dose of filth and moral corruption which will give them sufficient opportunities to exercise their core beliefs and bolster their character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating a love of learning in their hearts, always learning and understanding new things myself, supplying them with a plethora of educational materials we can work on together (or they can work on individually), reading and learning from the greatest thoughts and trials of humankind through scriptures and classics along with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt; other things will supply them with necessary academical and liberal education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, hearing about homeschooled children who are struggling does worry me. Will my children turn out to be that "type"? Will they be uneducated? Socially backward? "Protected" from the world? Lacking common sense? I'd like to think not with all the worry, concern, concentrated effort and energy I put into homeschooling my children. But, it's so easy to doubt my decision when other peoples doubts and lack of information slip into my consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I think everyone should be homeschooling their children? No. Do I think more people should? I'm not sure. Do I want my children to go to college? Yes. Do I know that this is what I'm supposed to be doing for my children? Yes. It was a hard decision to make but the spirit has never given me a more absolute and prolonged answer as it did, a while ago, in response to my doubting our decision to home school, letting me know that this is unmistakably what we should be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the workbooks, the "inspire instead of require", the healthy doses of learning, the teaching and practicing of values, that stress me. &lt;span&gt;Just plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; worrying&lt;/span&gt; is the hardest issue I face with homeschooling. But, what loving and devoted parent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(***) I don't believe in the socially backward issue so I asked my visiting teacher, "What's the mom like?" "Psycho" she answered. Here's what I believe - if the child's parents are socially backward more than likely the child will be too. I believe that if school really is the most dominant place children learn social skills all of them would know how to associate only with children their own age and have little or no ability to associate with adults...is this becoming the case anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most young mothers I talk to have considered or do consider homeschooling their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To home-school or not to home-school...either choice is reasonably extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5a9RORF8gI/AAAAAAAAANE/8o_ZESNLG9s/s1600-h/mlkday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5a9RORF8gI/AAAAAAAAANE/8o_ZESNLG9s/s320/mlkday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158518526784696834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyra and Ethan's friends came over for a Martin Luther King activity at our house. It was lots of fun. Most of them stayed for 3 hours! We had a neat discussion and role play about slavery, we spoke of Martin Luther King, worked together on a couple worksheets where we came up with words to describe Martin Luther King, we discussed what difference each of us would like to make in this world, we ate cookies, the kids dressed up (the girls wore princess dresses while the boys armed themselves with weapons) and they all chased each other around. We ended by having lunch together and watched 15 minutes of a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get together like this again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-4129457661827168080?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/4129457661827168080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=4129457661827168080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/4129457661827168080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/4129457661827168080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/martin-luther-king-activity.html' title='Homeschool bit'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R5a9RORF8gI/AAAAAAAAANE/8o_ZESNLG9s/s72-c/mlkday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8983430533685217997</id><published>2008-01-15T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:00:37.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shlep through Muck - Soar with Love.</title><content type='html'>Do any of you ever feel that you're having to wallow through the worlds muck or through personal muck? You see the good, know you want it, will have nothing but it, and yet, you're panting from the strain this muck is causing you as you try to trudge through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this muck? It's the worlds voices, it's indecency, it's misconstrued truths... it's satan. (with a lower case &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definition says it all: it's dark filth that is in a state of chaos, containing no value, that we trudge through, as we hear sullying remarks from satan and his followers, marring the purity and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;luster&lt;/span&gt; of our journey to truth and enlightenment. At least...that's how it can be sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, thank goodness for the clear light of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are continually fighting through unseen muck. Every one of us. It's this muck that many of us get stained with as we trudge through it. Our weak spots, especially, often become stained with it's filth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, those weaknesses we've yielded to or bad habits we've taken upon us, aren't really who we are. It isn't who any of us are. We all have a genuine character. And every one of these genuine characters are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we are hard on ourselves, or are hard on others, let's remember that we're all trudging through muck, our stains aren't who we really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's love one another instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8983430533685217997?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8983430533685217997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8983430533685217997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8983430533685217997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8983430533685217997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/muck.html' title='Shlep through Muck - Soar with Love.'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5930576232867845422</id><published>2008-01-15T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T08:38:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to laugh?</title><content type='html'>I don't laugh hard very easily. Especially to stand up comedians. But Tim Hawkins had me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timhawkins.net/home.htm"&gt;http://www.timhawkins.net/home.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch all the videos and let me know which one had you laughing the hardest. (There's a "more videos" button under the few videos on his front page).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5930576232867845422?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5930576232867845422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5930576232867845422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5930576232867845422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5930576232867845422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/so-funny.html' title='Want to laugh?'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6225403303535110051</id><published>2008-01-12T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T12:08:33.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimism</title><content type='html'>I've been reading The Swiss Family Robinson with the kids and its so great! The kids love trying to guess how the family will solve their next problem. They also love to decide what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;they'd&lt;/span&gt; do to solve the problems the family faces if they were in that situation. I'm really enjoying it because the wife in the story is a good example to me. No matter how dismal their situation may seem she keeps her spirits up and looks for opportunities to improve the situation, making life a little more comfortable for everyone around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the way we should be? No matter how hard the situation may become...aside from keeping a personal relationship with Heavenly Father, the key is to stay optimistic. Sometimes things happen without us being able to control it in any way. They may be the way they are because of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt; decisions. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They'll happen whether or not we want them to happen.&lt;/span&gt; But it's our attitude throughout it all that will give the feeling to the memory left behind as we look back upon those harder days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimism does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; come naturally to me. Therefore, I have a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; to work on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-6225403303535110051?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6225403303535110051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6225403303535110051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6225403303535110051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6225403303535110051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/optimism_12.html' title='Optimism'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5371450231608043789</id><published>2008-01-09T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T22:39:55.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>This year is going to be great. I can feel it and it makes me so excited. John will be going to college (starting this week) and will still be working from home. I will be busy home "schooling", I, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet again&lt;/span&gt;, am going to turn in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yet another&lt;/span&gt;, invention of mine to the ABC show for the Mothers of Invention competition, I'll be reading many great classics and other wonderful books including doing some more serious scripture studying, I'll begin to oil paint - woo-hoo!, I'll be brainstorming ideas for the toy store, I might start a new line of baby apparel and I'll be working on a book I've been writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm especially excited to home school this year. Homeschooling has given me great struggles to deal with. Not only have I had the norm to fight against but it's hard figuring out what works for our family. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;, I feel like I've got a good grasp on things for this year, not that our normal routine is suddenly changing, but our way of homeschooling life has seemed to settle down into a healthy and vibrant rhythm that will benefit us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freshly excited about all this because I just made a list to help solidify what we've got going on. The list includes: Devotional, Reading, Writing, German, History, Classics, Influential People, Values, Work, Service, Cultural Arts, Talents, One-on-one, Home-making skills, Male skills, and others such as; Math, Science, Art, Family Sunday councils, Book Clubs, Politics, Field Trips, Crafts, and Childhood play. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Memories&lt;/span&gt; is one thing I feel we continually work on and should be on the list of things that I feel are important in what we're doing and trying to accomplish. The great thing about home-schooling is that I'm not trying to cram all of these subjects into one day but I let it come as it does, making sure that by the end of the day we've achieved a healthy amount of learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, some of those subjects will be focused upon more as the kids get older but for now, such as the Thomas Jefferson Education method teaches, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Values, learning how to think, and gaining (and keeping) the love of learning&lt;/span&gt; are what should be focused on during the young years. (aka: the "love of learning stage"). The Thomas Jefferson Education is a great way to go but sometimes I need something a little more structured so I intermingle Classical Education into our learning endeavors as well. I've found a good balance for our family by combining the two methods of education and, like I said, am excited to go forward with this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5371450231608043789?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5371450231608043789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5371450231608043789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5371450231608043789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5371450231608043789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8041007515838205588</id><published>2008-01-08T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:38:23.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>I had a whole $46 to spend yesterday. I made a list of things I wanted and needed to get. Some of them involved a new shirt for me, new jammies, stuff for Camilla, and other miscellaneous items. John let me have a few hours to myself so I could get these items without towing 4 kids around with me. I did take Camilla, however, so I could nurse her. My first stop was Target - I wanted to get the most exciting things first. A new article of clothing is something I am rarely able to afford and so it became my first priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched through the clothing aisles and grabbed four different shirts. I went to the dressing room with the four shirts and Camilla in hand. I tried on a shirt. It could work but Camilla called for my attention as she began to fuss. I decided the fitting room would be a perfect place to nurse her so I sat down, relaxed, and fed her. As I fed her I could hear a mom talking to her little girl, maybe of 4 years, in the dressing room next to mine. "That looks nice mom." I could hear the little girl say. "I like your new boots too mom." "Thanks I love them too." Her mom said in reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality struck me earlier, as it's done many times before, as I searched through the clothing and I made eye contact with a young boy sitting in the back of a shopping cart being pushed around by his mom. His mom had that dazed look in her eyes as she searched and searched through clothes. He seemed so bored and maybe even confused. He seemed to be used to such situations for he sat quite still, like a good little boy, while his mom wouldn't even keep her eyes off the clothes she was searching through long enough to carefully move the cart around in a way that didn't bonk the boy into the clothing racks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there in the dressing stall I thought of how all these moms, all these women, all these people seem so dazed and lost in the dazzle of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;. I looked up at the simple but beautiful shirt that hung on a hook I had just tried on. I read from the tag, "Made in Indonesia". I had a sudden paradigm shift. I held back tears as I thought of the conditions this shirt was more than likely made in. What overworked hands made that shirt just so another American can add, yet another, item of clothing to their wardrobe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of her feeding, Camilla calmly fell asleep. I laid her in her carseat. I gathered up the untried on merchandise, dropped it off at the counter and moved on having become a bit of a different person. "Stop swinging your feet." I hear a mom say a ways away to a young child sitting in the shopping cart. "Stop being a child," is what I really hear her say, "I'm busy buying myself things".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do purchase some dish clothes I was in need of. The elderly man at the check stand has lived so much of his life he shakes as he slowly gets me my change. I'm on the verge of asking him, " Do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to work or do you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to work?" Even though I wanted to know the answer I don't ask in fear of offending him or causing him emotional pain. I'm pretty sure I know the answer anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the store without purchasing anything I wanted for myself. Instead I spent all the money I had on some fabric for a line of baby apparel I want to start. With the intent to use much of its income to relieve good people of their burdens and desperate situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, oh when, will we begin to see one another instead of seeing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8041007515838205588?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8041007515838205588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8041007515838205588' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8041007515838205588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8041007515838205588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2008/01/made-in-indonesia.html' title='Things'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-1135641544738943664</id><published>2007-12-15T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:31:22.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ch-ch-ch-changes....</title><content type='html'>Oh the never ending changes that are such a big part of living! I often wish things would stay put and be comfortable but improvements always need to be made which require us to take step after step out of our comfort zone. Besides, &lt;em&gt;life&lt;/em&gt; is un-stoppable and always changing which requires us to change with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For over a year now John has been burnt out doing wedding videos. He is wonderful at putting together wedding videos that are great in quality and emotion. But, sitting in front of a computer and editing for hours and hours every day is NOT John's thing. I've known this for atleast a couple years but it took little longer for John to realize this as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 8 months have been a huge struggle for us. John and I have been working hard at trying to figure out what John's next step in life should be. Not only did we want  something that he'd enjoy but that would provide for this family as well. We considered many things but nothing seemed to settle. It became very frustrating and tested us beyond what we felt we could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four sundays ago I was having a particularly hard day. I came home from church to look for a binkey (can't survive church without one of those) and knelt down by the couch in my room and prayed and cried to the Lord in a way that I hadn't done for a while. While praying, and after reading John's patriarchal blessing, I felt strongly about some thoughts I had in the past concerning the direction John should take. I felt I should share these thoughts with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found some quiet time later in the day and I told John what I felt...that he was a teacher! Being a seminary teacher was part of his purpose the Lord wants him to fulfill in this life. The spirit confirmed our thoughts and feelings on this matter to be true. And thanks to the spirit we were able to share some tender moments together as tears were shed and truths were revealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a long road ahead of us now. In order to be a seminary teacher John needs to have his bachelors degree. He'll start going to school in the Spring. We don't feel that these years of self-employment have been a waste. Being self employed will allow him to work around his school schedule and even &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; he becomes a seminary teacher it will allow him to pull in extra income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so grateful for the spirit and its promptings. And to the Lord for being patient with us as we took a long road to this discovery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-1135641544738943664?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1135641544738943664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=1135641544738943664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1135641544738943664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1135641544738943664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/12/ch-ch-ch-changes.html' title='ch-ch-ch-changes....'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-6626541364750143708</id><published>2007-11-30T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:44.802-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Poppy Field...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R1C1MoT3JDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/fencU8Ohdnk/s1600-R/field+blanket+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R1C1MoT3JDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/m1P4_VsdlN0/s320/field+blanket+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138806403413517362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Painting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-6626541364750143708?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/6626541364750143708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=6626541364750143708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6626541364750143708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/6626541364750143708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-poppy-field.html' title='In a Poppy Field...'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R1C1MoT3JDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/m1P4_VsdlN0/s72-c/field+blanket+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-3031688887769522968</id><published>2007-11-24T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:44.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R0hFONCJTXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bzcrhUutEl8/s1600-h/tyra+and+my+fall+trees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R0hFONCJTXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bzcrhUutEl8/s320/tyra+and+my+fall+trees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136431485335194994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine and Tyra's most recent paintings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-3031688887769522968?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/3031688887769522968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=3031688887769522968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3031688887769522968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/3031688887769522968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall-trees.html' title='Fall Trees'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/R0hFONCJTXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bzcrhUutEl8/s72-c/tyra+and+my+fall+trees.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-5295379973529763686</id><published>2007-11-13T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailboat Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzqMdAd7V3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/od6srLMiM8M/s1600-h/sailboats+tyra+and+mine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzqMdAd7V3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/od6srLMiM8M/s320/sailboats+tyra+and+mine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132569155311720306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to figure out a place on my blog to post just my paintings (or painting attempts.) But, for now, here's another one. Tyra's is next to mine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-5295379973529763686?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/5295379973529763686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=5295379973529763686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5295379973529763686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/5295379973529763686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/sailboat-painting.html' title='Sailboat Painting'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzqMdAd7V3I/AAAAAAAAAKA/od6srLMiM8M/s72-c/sailboats+tyra+and+mine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8451341460362448375</id><published>2007-11-12T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:45.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppy Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzlRuQiQZSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CXkJDlvATlo/s1600-h/poppy+field.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzlRuQiQZSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CXkJDlvATlo/s320/poppy+field.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132223105519871266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to a poppy field in Italy and decided to paint it. Okay,okay Google images inspired me for this piece. I love to paint! Who knew acrylics and cheap art paper could work just fine...although I am coming to understand why oil paints have huge benefits...same with expensive paint brushes...oooooohhh and I'd love to work on canvas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra asks me every day if we can paint together! I love it! &lt;strong&gt;That&lt;/strong&gt; is what it's all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting future art projects as well. For record keeping purposes and to help me be able to see what changes and improvements I need to be making...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8451341460362448375?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8451341460362448375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8451341460362448375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8451341460362448375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8451341460362448375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/poppy-field.html' title='Poppy Field'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzlRuQiQZSI/AAAAAAAAAJg/CXkJDlvATlo/s72-c/poppy+field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-688313073894307050</id><published>2007-11-10T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:45.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Painting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/Rzaq_giQZRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/O_z48FVveFw/s1600-h/mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/Rzaq_giQZRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/O_z48FVveFw/s320/mountains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131476833477354770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyra and I decided to paint the mountains today. So we packed up our painting supplies including a blanket to sit on and sat on the walkway area behind our house in a place that had a good view of the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun! Here are my results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-688313073894307050?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/688313073894307050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=688313073894307050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/688313073894307050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/688313073894307050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/todays-painting.html' title='Today&apos;s Painting'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/Rzaq_giQZRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/O_z48FVveFw/s72-c/mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-7723484913212168662</id><published>2007-11-09T22:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:45.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Paintings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzVTbQiQZPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jPOwT4LNuDY/s1600-h/my+two+paintingsgif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzVTbQiQZPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jPOwT4LNuDY/s320/my+two+paintingsgif.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131099078218769650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I become passionate about colors and textures around this time of the year and I want to paint! I've had this passionate desire to paint off and on for many years. But I've always put it off for a better time where we could afford classes and the expensive oil paint supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a little book called, What Makes a Monet a Monet? I was looking through it today and was filled with passion as I looked at Monet's visible brush strokes on close-up views of his paintings. This passion I speak of makes me want to place a paint brush in my hand, surround myself with paints of every color, a canvas, an easel, a palette and objects that move me enough to make me want to paint them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still aren't able to afford classes or fancy oil paints yet. But, I made it work today anyhow. I grabbed a piece of regular white paper, an object I love, my acrylic paints, and one of Tyra's paint brushes and painted away. It was like scratching an itch. But much &lt;em&gt;much&lt;/em&gt; better! The photos show my results. I don't care how much I may lack in painting techniques - I love scratching that itch and I'm never going to stop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-7723484913212168662?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/7723484913212168662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=7723484913212168662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/7723484913212168662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/7723484913212168662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-first-paintings.html' title='My First Paintings'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzVTbQiQZPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/jPOwT4LNuDY/s72-c/my+two+paintingsgif.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-8058118889195514574</id><published>2007-11-08T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:45.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzNykAiQZKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5BZHJ6fRivE/s1600-h/dream+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzNykAiQZKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5BZHJ6fRivE/s320/dream+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130570363449664674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always looking at houses as we drive around. I search for a house that would give, what I consider to be, a perfect visual description of the word &lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;. I've found many houses that have come close to what I like. But just the other day I found it -&lt;em&gt; the perfect home&lt;/em&gt;. The kind of home I dream of having one day. The first time we saw it I was so taken away with it that John drove by a few times so I could look at it again and again. It wasn't until we drove by the third time that I noticed an older man sitting on the porch painting. Which made the home all the more dreamy to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove by this house again last night and it was simply beautiful. John stopped the car in front of the house so I could take it all in. It was dark outside. The lights on the front of the house gave a dim yellow glow lighting the house perfectly in a gentle way. Smoke floated like a feather from the chimneys mouth accenting the entire view of the home perfectly. I could feel what it would be like inside...cozy and warm. I imagine raising a family in the walls of that home and I'm....in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-8058118889195514574?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/8058118889195514574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=8058118889195514574' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8058118889195514574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/8058118889195514574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-dream-home.html' title='My Dream Home'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzNykAiQZKI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5BZHJ6fRivE/s72-c/dream+home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-4297205828997599306</id><published>2007-11-08T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:14:45.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzMwcgiQZHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HbW5t_lBPxo/s1600-h/camilla"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130497666833212530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzMwcgiQZHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HbW5t_lBPxo/s320/camilla" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Some of our friends and relatives may be wondering what we named our newest addition. Why would they be wondering such a thing if our baby is already 2 months old? Because we weren't entirely decided on a name for her until 4 days ago. I never thought naming my own child would become such an ordeal. My mind was the consistency of mush during my pregnancy with her. So coming up with a name that I felt fit her perfectly never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had condensed the names we liked down to around eight names. Two days after she was born we decided on the name Katie. It was sweet and simple. Katie is a name that could fit most cute little girls right? Wrong! Every time I called her Katie it was as if I were lying to myself. It just never worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she was 6 weeks old I finally admitted my feelings to John - he wasn't too thrilled about it but was willing to trust me anyway. I searched through a million names but couldn't find "the one". Finally, one night, John and I were listening to a church talk on his i-pod and the name Camilla came up. Angels sang from heaven and I felt a name finally found its right place. So after a few more struggles with whether we should really change her name or not we officially did so at her baby blessing this last Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her photo says it all...&lt;em&gt;Camilla&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-4297205828997599306?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/4297205828997599306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=4297205828997599306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/4297205828997599306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/4297205828997599306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/baby-name.html' title='Baby Name'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/RzMwcgiQZHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/HbW5t_lBPxo/s72-c/camilla' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-896466737629826666.post-1507929414284541873</id><published>2007-11-06T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:16:16.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I decided on "keepin it real" as the title of my very first blog because &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;keepin it real&lt;/span&gt; is exactly what I feel I need to work on in my life. It's so easy to get caught up in what society, friends, the average LDS person, or family members expect of me as a mother, as a wife, or as a family member. Homeschooling isn't exactly a socially acceptable thing. Nor is hardly watching any TV or rarely watching movies. I have strong feelings for each of those categories but those will have to be delved upon at a later time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been realizing that one of the most important things we can accomplish during our life on earth is becoming a genuine person. Genuine in who we are, what we want and in our relationships with others. It's easy to have our minds and emotions become muddled up with the voices of others expectations. But, I've been coming to recognize and ignore these "voices" by recognizing and acting upon my own voice instead. By doing so I'm getting to know the real me and am beginning to improve the relationships I have with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, for now, I am so excited to start my own blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/896466737629826666-1507929414284541873?l=therealclaudia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/feeds/1507929414284541873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=896466737629826666&amp;postID=1507929414284541873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1507929414284541873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/896466737629826666/posts/default/1507929414284541873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therealclaudia.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-title.html' title='My Blog'/><author><name>claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17227038464893941331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TOrUXivPRxY/TFnmUWp2fVI/AAAAAAAABRc/aepf0ZMevtw/S220/photoofme.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
