<?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-1704032877857385959</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:35:51.467-06:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='mooney'/><category term='frantic family'/><category term='Dan Miller'/><category term='stewart'/><category term='nancy drew'/><category term='books'/><category term='hidden power of electronic culture'/><category term='dr. walt larimore'/><category term='donate'/><category term='bryson city secrets'/><category term='gardens'/><category term='homesteading'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='gavin de becker'/><category term='weintraub'/><category term='godin'/><category term='middle east'/><category term='safety'/><category term='convention'/><category term='heart disease'/><category term='home'/><category term='peaks and valleys'/><category term='columbine'/><category term='family management'/><category term='bibles'/><category term='wall'/><category term='travel'/><category term='job'/><category term='heart health'/><category term='mcginn'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='management techniques'/><category term='lies'/><category term='oke'/><category term='resveratrol'/><category term='autobiography'/><category term='israel'/><category term='48 Days'/><category term='reading'/><category term='TV'/><category term='children&apos;s literature'/><category term='roman mysteries'/><category term='dave cullen'/><category term='stay-at-home moms'/><category term='economy'/><category term='alternative medicine'/><category term='remembering'/><category term='medved'/><category term='displaced persons'/><category term='resume'/><category term='school shooting'/><category term='caroline lawrence'/><category term='housing'/><category term='bodie thoene'/><category term='heath'/><category term='book review'/><category term='Wrigley field'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='america'/><category term='braun'/><category term='mind'/><category term='bipolar disorder'/><category term='andrew clements'/><category term='inside the revolution'/><category term='close to home'/><category term='sabourin'/><category term='photos'/><category term='unbreakable child'/><category term='box day'/><category term='maroon'/><category term='spencer johnson'/><category term='inkheart'/><category term='tell the world'/><category term='missions'/><category term='Cubs game'/><category term='self-education'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='friends'/><category term='bryson city seasons'/><category term='heart frauds'/><category term='bunn'/><category term='children'/><category term='islam'/><category term='longevity'/><category term='shane hipps'/><category term='andrea peyser'/><category term='orthodox'/><category term='celebutards'/><category term='sonlight'/><category term='communication'/><category term='children&apos;s book'/><category term='gruber'/><category term='child abuse'/><category term='dr. laura'/><category term='audio books'/><category term='lyme disease'/><category term='charles t mcgee'/><category term='princess academy'/><category term='tribes'/><category term='house'/><category term='bipolar child'/><category term='career'/><category term='fiction'/><category term='marshall mcluhan'/><category term='joel rosenberg'/><category term='mormon sect'/><category term='bryson city tales'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>It's Just Me Thinking Some More</title><subtitle type='html'>A collection of random thoughts from me - a mother, entrepreneur, homeschooler, and avid reader.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1243542782590630865</id><published>2009-09-15T19:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:34:32.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slow: merging traffic</title><content type='html'>So, you may or may not have noticed I have been maintaining two blogs recently... perhaps not doing too well at either.  I've had my personal blog, this one, and my business blog, that other one.  Really, it's &lt;a href="http://healthyhomesforall.blogspot.com"&gt;healthyhomesforall.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to comply with Shaklee's internet protocol, rules and commands, I've finally gotten around to merging my blogs under that other url.  In case you missed it, it's &lt;a href="http://healthyhomesforall.blogspot.com"&gt;healthyhomesforall.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from now on, please hop on over to that blog to read all my book reviews, see my family photos, and, as a bonus, peruse my Shaklee newsletter.  (I know you're cheering about that one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did you miss where that other blog is?  It's &lt;a href="http://healthyhomesforall.blogspot.com"&gt;healthyhomesforall.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be careful when merging.  I know I'm taking it slowly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1243542782590630865?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://healthyhomesforall.blogspot.com' title='slow: merging traffic'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1243542782590630865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1243542782590630865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1243542782590630865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1243542782590630865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/09/slow-merging-traffic.html' title='slow: merging traffic'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6547959626250270153</id><published>2009-09-13T20:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:28:59.278-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audio books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nancy drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew clements'/><title type='text'>So Much to Say...</title><content type='html'>The past 10 days or so have been crazy.  First, packing up the family for a big trip to Ohio to visit family over Labor Day weekend.  Then, recovering from said trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, unfortunately, I wasn't not feeling very photographery, - if that's a word.  I did give the camera to my kids a time or two to get some random shots.  I'd share them, but am missing my camera-to-computer cord at the moment.  When I find it, I'll post some pictures.  It was a good time with Glen's extended family - we spent some time with Grandpa Jake and Grandma Marce, and Great-Grandpa and Great-Grandma Cotterman - both sets of Glen's grandparents.   And the kids played with a plethora of second cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on a trip, which meant I read. And read.  And read.  So, I have a short stack of books I want to write about.  I was planning on doing that this week, but apparently I'm getting old and having a harder time recovering from trips - family or otherwise.  So, by the time I felt better, my wireless card went out on my computer, which meant I had a harder time working on my computer (had to go plug it into our home network).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Nathaniel, Anna, Lydia and I spent the day in Gurnee at our local Bible Bee competition.  The kids had a great time and decided they wanted to go again next year.  Anna made a new friend and they exchanged phone numbers to keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which explains why I've not written much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31ufidGnMeL._SL500_AA278_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 278px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/31ufidGnMeL._SL500_AA278_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the trip.  The big controversy in our car is that a majority of us (read: the children and me) enjoy listening to audio books while driving.  One of us does not (read: Glen).  Before we left, we went to the library and picked up some audio books - both on CD and on Play-Away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you don't know what a Play-Away is?  It's a portable, digital book.   You can plug it into the auxiliary plug-in on your stereo (car or home) or you can listen to it on earphones.  My kids love these.  Glen loves these because it means he doesn't have to listen to his music over the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adventures in Odessy&lt;/span&gt; tapes playing in the back seat.  We always get three or four before a trip and the kids share them between each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, t&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/dcover/?source=9780739350591&amp;amp;trans=resize:150y%3bborder:989595:1%3b"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 152px;" src="http://www.randomhouse.com/images/dyn/dcover/?source=9780739350591&amp;amp;trans=resize:150y%3bborder:989595:1%3b" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he kids really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; wanted to listen to the books on CD.  We had checked out (via my favorite interlibrary loan) the original Nancy Drew books, #4 &amp;amp; #5 (I think they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bungalow Mystery&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mystery at Lilac Inn&lt;/span&gt; - Anna could tell you for sure) and an Andrew Clements book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Week in the Woods&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen was nice enough to let us listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all  &lt;/span&gt;of them on our trip!  We all (probably not Glen so much) enjoyed the Nancy Drew books.  All of us, except Isaac, really enjoyed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Week in the Woods&lt;/span&gt; by Andrew Clements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.andrewclements.com/books/novels/cover_novel_frindle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.andrewclements.com/books/novels/cover_novel_frindle.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've never read an Andrew Clements' book, you need to.  They're written for older elementary school or junior high school students, so they're appropriate for children too.  I love the way Clements writes.  I'd recommend you start with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Frindle&lt;/span&gt; - it's a classic.  We listened to it when we were in Upper Michigan in July - Glen and I laughed out loud at several points.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Week in the Woods&lt;/span&gt; is quite enjoyable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to find my camera-to-computer cord.  And yes, that's the technical term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6547959626250270153?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6547959626250270153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6547959626250270153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6547959626250270153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6547959626250270153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-much-to-say.html' title='So Much to Say...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5461280422706034119</id><published>2009-09-02T18:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T20:04:58.238-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shane hipps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marshall mcluhan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hidden power of electronic culture'/><title type='text'>The Hidden Power of Electronic Culture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51nt0buQU8L._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51nt0buQU8L._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I heard the end of an interview with Shane Hipps on the radio last month.  He's the author of the new book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flickering Pixels: How Technology Shapes Your Faith.&lt;/span&gt;  The book sounded interesting to me, so I checked it out online.  Those who'd already read it recommended reading his first book first, so I did.  (Have I mentioned how much I love interlibrary loan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hidden Power of Electronic Culture: How Media Shapes Faith, the Gospel and the Church &lt;/span&gt;quite fascinating.  Hipps' background is advertising as a strategic planner, so he's quite familiar with media and culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipps bases much of his thinking on that of Marshall McLuhan, a very smart man who lived in the 1960's.  He was a forward-thinker, and saw how the media we consume as a culture would change our thinking and our culture.  Hipps introduces McLuhan in the second chapter, giving us some background into his education, thinking and status as pop culture guru in the '60's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, Hipps challenges his readers to "realize that our forms of media and technology are primary forces that cause changes in our philosophy, theology, culture, and ultimately the way we do church."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, his book is addressed to the church.  But I think anyone who is interested in media's influence on our culture would find at least the first part of the book food for thought.   I especially enjoyed his discussion of a couple of ancient Greek myths as illustrations of how we tend to look at media and how we should consider media - personally and corporately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first myth he discusses is that of Narcissus.  The classic interpretation of it has been a warning against self-love, but Hipps favorite philosopher, McLuhan, saw it differently.  He said Narcissus's chief problem was that&lt;blockquote&gt; "he failed to recognize himself in the fountain's reflection. ... If he had understood that this fountain was simply a mirror reflecting his own face, Narcissus would have been able to dispel the power of the pool and gain control over it. ... Narcissus suffered because he became numb to the technology that came to enslave him."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Contrast that to the myth of Perseus - the son of the god Zeus.  He volunteers to go destroy Medusa - the monster terrifying the land.  Anyone who looks at her directly was turned to stone.  Perseus uses a shield as a mirror to guide him and Medusa's stare has no affect on him because it's a reflection, so he cuts off her head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike Narcissus, who was unaware of the 'technology' that ended up enslaving him (his reflection in the pool), Perseus realizes he can control that same technology (a reflection off a shield), which allowed him to survive his ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"When we become aware of the specific ways in which technology and media serve as extensions of ourselves, much of their power is dispelled.  We are returned to being owners of technology rather than those who are owned by it."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't know about you - but sometimes I feel as if I'm owned by my technology instead of the other way around.  This book is a good foundation for being able to be a Perseus instead of a Narcissus (controlling technology instead of being consumed by it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of part one is a discussion of three basic forms of media - writing, pictures and radio - and how they changed our thinking, perception and culture.  Part two is the start of a discussion of where the church goes from here - how our thinking has changed as a result of the media we consume, and Hipps thoughts on ways the church can engage the culture in terms it can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hidden Power of Electronic Culture &lt;/span&gt;- and I am looking forward to reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flickering Pixels&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-5461280422706034119?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/5461280422706034119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=5461280422706034119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5461280422706034119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5461280422706034119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/09/hidden-power-of-electronic-culture.html' title='The Hidden Power of Electronic Culture'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-7054757063664246851</id><published>2009-08-30T22:23:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:39:58.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cubs game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wrigley field'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>When Given Free Cubs Tickets....</title><content type='html'>you go!  Mom and Dad graciously watched the children so Glen and I could spend the day at Wrigley Field.  The sun was shining, the breeze, chilly and the game, disappointing.  But we enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the field&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptEXv1A2zI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1KT2qBP7o14/s1600-h/IMG_0812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptEXv1A2zI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1KT2qBP7o14/s200/IMG_0812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375965754963319602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See - not a book.  A scorecard.  And, I filled it out.  Just ask Glen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptC-nadlCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QISDXk8j0HE/s1600-h/IMG_0815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptC-nadlCI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QISDXk8j0HE/s200/IMG_0815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964223696114722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at that beautiful sun!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Fukudome at bat.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I now know he plays center field.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you proud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptC-IKGRDI/AAAAAAAAAhM/lGTiXm_sXQQ/s1600-h/IMG_0816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptC-IKGRDI/AAAAAAAAAhM/lGTiXm_sXQQ/s200/IMG_0816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964215305978930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Glen: "I have to admit, I am glad I wore jeans."&lt;br /&gt;I wrote it down on my scorecard.&lt;br /&gt;I even took a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Glen is never chilly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptC9eGykeI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jRiKPV4ZLIs/s1600-h/IMG_0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptC9eGykeI/AAAAAAAAAhE/jRiKPV4ZLIs/s200/IMG_0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964204017816034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Honestly, I enjoy going to Wrigley and watching the Cubs.&lt;br /&gt;I was just jealous of those who were sitting in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I was wishing I had worn my long underwear.&lt;br /&gt;To a baseball game.  In Chicago.  In August.&lt;br /&gt;Global warming anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptC8wO672I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vilmwVPU6dE/s1600-h/IMG_0821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptC8wO672I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vilmwVPU6dE/s200/IMG_0821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964191703887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very chilly and expensive place to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;There were four of them, sitting all in a row.&lt;br /&gt;Guess the other two left to find a warmer place to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDa7nq9AI/AAAAAAAAAhk/guj22WtT21M/s1600-h/IMG_0822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDa7nq9AI/AAAAAAAAAhk/guj22WtT21M/s200/IMG_0822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964710156563458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Carey.  A legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDbUAXQWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2QOZKCl2mXA/s1600-h/IMG_0824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDbUAXQWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/2QOZKCl2mXA/s200/IMG_0824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964716702581090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDbwvPXTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7VnmopzcTcQ/s1600-h/IMG_0825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDbwvPXTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/7VnmopzcTcQ/s200/IMG_0825.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964724415388978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the Wrigley Express.&lt;br /&gt;Not fighting traffic in the city.  Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDcbtaOAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qOlBEv_Oh2g/s1600-h/IMG_0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDcbtaOAI/AAAAAAAAAh8/qOlBEv_Oh2g/s200/IMG_0826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964735950436354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally found the sun!  On the bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDc-XDSFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fjJBGj6yMMo/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptDc-XDSFI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fjJBGj6yMMo/s200/IMG_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964745251899474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-7054757063664246851?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/7054757063664246851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=7054757063664246851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7054757063664246851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7054757063664246851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-given-free-cutbs-tickets.html' title='When Given Free Cubs Tickets....'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SptEXv1A2zI/AAAAAAAAAiM/1KT2qBP7o14/s72-c/IMG_0812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6664812012387617655</id><published>2009-08-25T07:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T07:32:46.377-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Keep Reading</title><content type='html'>I was at the beach yesterday afternoon, taking advantage of every last good day of the summer.  My kids (except Isaac) were swimming, and I was sitting in my camp chair reading.  Gotta love the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out of my beach bag, the Summer Catalog from Memoria Press, a classical education resource.  It has articles in every catalog, which I enjoy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that caught my eye was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop Cleaning the Kitchen and Read a Book&lt;/span&gt; by Susan Wise Bauer.  Well, that's a philosophy with which I can agree wholeheartedly!  &lt;a href="http://www.memoriapress.com/articles/Stop-cleaning-the-kitchen.html"&gt;You can read the whole article here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really an excellent article.  While written for the homeschooling mother, I think the principles apply to everyone.  It also made me realize that I tend to read too fast (I am a speed reader), and I tend not to reread books unless they're absolute favorites.  I am also guilty of reading fairly easy books.  I have not ever, for instance, read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Les Mis&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crime and Punishment&lt;/span&gt; or much Shakespeare for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, in fact, I find myself blazing through books as quickly as I can so I can write a blog post on them.  Even when I want to find time to contemplate them, ponder them, discuss them with my friends or husband, I haven't because I've been too busy reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not ready to start on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, I will start a reading journal.  And I have started reading through a book off my shelf a little each morning - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He Gave Us Stories: The Bible Student's Guide to Interpreting Old Testament Narratives&lt;/span&gt;.  It's not a classic, but it is academic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it's my book, I can write in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6664812012387617655?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6664812012387617655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6664812012387617655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6664812012387617655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6664812012387617655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-reading.html' title='Keep Reading'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-7347071621347305643</id><published>2009-08-21T20:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:04:49.691-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='convention'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NZMgkv4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/xRKrRfnkNqQ/s1600-h/IMG_0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NZMgkv4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/xRKrRfnkNqQ/s320/IMG_0763.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372597975726210946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the Future Leader's Reception at City Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NrdxxoDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0FswKdGF7uI/s1600-h/union+station+group+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NrdxxoDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/0FswKdGF7uI/s320/union+station+group+shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372598289599406130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday Night dinner at Union Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NbsV8MLI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-hPqVqurJZw/s1600-h/IMG_0788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NbsV8MLI/AAAAAAAAAfk/-hPqVqurJZw/s320/IMG_0788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372598018631282866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lisa and Beth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9Na1sPMQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/oVhLzNz8tp0/s1600-h/IMG_0790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9Na1sPMQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/oVhLzNz8tp0/s320/IMG_0790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372598003960852738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my good friend Harriet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NaeoLj8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/dHTitUOjYm0/s1600-h/IMG_0792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NaeoLj8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/dHTitUOjYm0/s320/IMG_0792.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372597997769822146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my Shaklee sister, Shawna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NZyEuDAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oxRDpKJh5WA/s1600-h/IMG_0766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NZyEuDAI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oxRDpKJh5WA/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372597985809927170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with Kristi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9OvhWXV0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/8x0pOWtTe4A/s1600-h/funny+group+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9OvhWXV0I/AAAAAAAAAf8/8x0pOWtTe4A/s320/funny+group+shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372599458789283650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all have fun at convention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Earlier this month, I went to St. Louis with some colleagues (including Beth above) for the annual Shaklee convention.  It's a nice break from the day-to-day mom and teacher stuff, but it was more of a working vacation.  Lots of sitting and lots of learning - as with any convention.  But fortunately, there's still plenty of time to hang out and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going through my pictures, I realized one of my favorite things about convention is reconnecting with my Shaklee friends, and meeting new ones.  The trip down was fun - carpooling with Beth and John.  I can't tell you how excited I was to see my friend Harriet again.  And spend time with Shawna and Kristi.  And meet so many fun people like Lisa, Kristi W, Ginny, Pat, Andrea, Christy and Carolyn.   Most of them I had 'met' over the phone - what fun to put faces with the voices, hang out with them, and learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have never met any of these people if I hadn't been in Shaklee.  And my life&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is richer because of it.  Thanks Shaklee!&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/1704032877857385959-7347071621347305643?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/7347071621347305643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=7347071621347305643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7347071621347305643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7347071621347305643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/08/meet-me-in-st-louis-louis.html' title='Meet Me in St. Louis, Louis...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/So9NZMgkv4I/AAAAAAAAAfE/xRKrRfnkNqQ/s72-c/IMG_0763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-8238133865407205078</id><published>2009-08-17T15:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:34:13.418-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frantic family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='management techniques'/><title type='text'>The 3 Big Questions for a Frantic Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51G4Q8J6j-L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51G4Q8J6j-L._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I happened to be browsing the shelves of our library when this book caught my eye.  I thought it looked interesting - do you know a family which isn't frantic? - and picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The 3 Big Questions for a Frantic Family&lt;/span&gt; is a great book for any family which feels overwhelmed to read.  Patrick Lencioni writes in a very readable fashion - it doesn't take much time and it sticks with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is in the form of a fable, following a frantic family who decides to adapt some business principles to their family life.  It goes quickly through the business principles, and follows the couple who decide they need to make it simpler and easier for families to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come up with three big questions for families to answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What makes our family unique?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What is your family's top priority - rallying cry - right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How do you talk about and use the answers to these questions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole process to answer these questions shouldn't take more than an hour.  To prepare for the process, you should probably read this book, or at least the last few chapters of the book to get context for the questions and come up with ways that your family can answer the questions.  But reading the last few chapters and reviewing some real life examples shouldn't take more than a few hours at most if you're a slow reader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it an investment in your family.  In the book, Lencioni calls it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;context&lt;/span&gt;.  A framework from which your family can operate and make decisions.  It's easier to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; to things when you know what the top priority is for your family in the next few months.  It's easier to know what to say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; to when you have that same knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The genius of this book is not only answering the first two questions, but the inclusion of the third.  It's too easy to set aside something we've worked on in the bustle of day-to-day life.  The answer to the third question gives accountability to actually take action on the top priority - and an easy way to measure areas which are going well, and those which need work.  I love his idea of using colors to mark progress in accomplishing the top priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when there's purpose to life, then life becomes more meaningful and deliberate than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what's the next urgent thing which needs my attention?&lt;/span&gt;  And that makes all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-8238133865407205078?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/8238133865407205078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=8238133865407205078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8238133865407205078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8238133865407205078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-big-questions-for-frantic-family.html' title='The 3 Big Questions for a Frantic Family'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-3532800012913488592</id><published>2009-08-12T14:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T14:24:43.870-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='princess academy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s literature'/><title type='text'>Princess Academy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Sj1uFfRrL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Sj1uFfRrL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My seven-year-old daughter brought me the audio book of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Princess Academy&lt;/span&gt; this week when we were in the library.  I'd never heard of it, but she told me her friend had told her that it was a really good book.  Her friend is in junior high, so I thought I'd better read the book before listening to it with all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Princess Academy&lt;/span&gt; is a much quicker read than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt;, but that does not mean it is not good.  In fact, I like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Princess Academy&lt;/span&gt; much better than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic story line is that the girls from a mountain village are forced to go to an academy for an entire year to learn to be a princess because the priests in the capital said that the prince's wife will come from this village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls do not read or write, most work in the mines.  The story revolves around Miri, a young girl who's mother died when she was young.  Miri's father does not allow her to work in the mines, which makes her feel useless.  The academy comes, and she is forced to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, Miri learns the importance of education and reading, she learns how much she loves her village and really doesn't want to leave to be a wealthy princess.  She learns to apply the lessons she's learned in the academy (the scene where she applies the Principles of Diplomacy is wonderful!), and learns a secret form of communicating she thought was only available to quarry workers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Princess Academy&lt;/span&gt; is a wonderful, engaging story with great lessons for young girls - and boys (if you can get them to listen in or read it.  There is plenty of adventure to keep them interested).  I would recommend it for older elementary or junior high students.  Miri talks about her feelings for her childhood friend and her conflict over wanting to be with him or be the princess with the beautiful dresses and houses.  Good things to think about for older girls - I think my girls are a bit too young to be thinking about those topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few more years, we'll listen to this audio book as a family.  I know we'll all enjoy it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-3532800012913488592?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/3532800012913488592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=3532800012913488592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3532800012913488592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3532800012913488592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/08/princess-academy.html' title='Princess Academy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-4523786601450349441</id><published>2009-08-11T13:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T14:24:28.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children&apos;s literature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inkheart'/><title type='text'>Inkheart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21YCVMHDPJL._SL500_AA140_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/21YCVMHDPJL._SL500_AA140_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My kids have seen the advertisements for the movie &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; and have begged to watch it.  The rule in our house is that I need to see a movie before they can watch it (well, as much as possible).  I didn't feel like watching a movie, and noticed the book at our library, so I picked it up since the books are usually better than the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; is a very long book.  I enjoyed reading it very much, but I don't think my kids are ready to listen to the book or watch the movie.  I was immediately pulled in to the story of the book, wondering what the mystery was, what the secret was, why Meg and her father Mo were hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was scared.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; is a very scary book.  Perhaps it is scarier than the movie - I've not seen it - because of the images I create in my imagination.  My children scare easily, and I do not plan on reading this book to them.  I think my 11-year-old son would enjoy reading this book on his own, but not for several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I really enjoyed about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; are the little excerpts at the beginning of each chapter.  They're taken from many different children's books, some of which I wasn't familiar.  They set the emotional tone for the chapter and in some cases, revealed the inspiration of the events of the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The premise is that Mo can read characters and things out of books he reads aloud.  He didn't realize he had this gift until one night he read an evil character out of a book, and his wife (Meg's mother) went into the book. This causes all sorts of problems, and in the course of the story, Meg realizes she has the same gift.  The ending feels a long time coming, but is very creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt; is a good, but scary book.  I'd recommend it for an older reader who can handle scary books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-4523786601450349441?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/4523786601450349441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=4523786601450349441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4523786601450349441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4523786601450349441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/08/inkheart.html' title='Inkheart'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-2567100021052839383</id><published>2009-08-04T07:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T07:56:43.855-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Miller'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='48 Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>48 Days to the Work You Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41F90NB92QL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41F90NB92QL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I heard a very short snippet of an interview with Dan Miller on the radio last month, and it was enough for me to search out his book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;48 Days to the Work You Love&lt;/span&gt;.  I felt I needed a new perspective on work, and some guiding questions to help me evaluate my professional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;48 Days to the Work You Love&lt;/span&gt;, Miller provides just that.  He discusses the definition of work - and our culture's perspective of work.  I especially enjoyed his discussion of the differences between &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vocation&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;career&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;job&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the more philosophical, yet very readable, discussions of work, Miller moves into very practical applications of finding work.  He gives tips and samples of resumes, introduction letters, follow up letters.  He talks about the interview and what an applicant can and should do to prepare for it.  He takes us through a step-by-step job search process not focused on the classifieds (in print or online) and destroys myths we believe about the job search process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also has a couple of chapters on starting your own business - what to think about, answering common questions, and giving words of warning about scams.  He encourages us to stretch our thinking - and to do something with our ideas.  &lt;blockquote&gt;"Most great business ideas are not new and revolutionary.  They are simple but done by someone who just did something!  A good idea will not put money in anybody's pocket, but combined with a plan of action that good idea can give you time control and unlimited income."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Ramsey (of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Total Money Makeover&lt;/span&gt; fame) sets the tone for Miller's book in his forward.  He says, "The difference between successful and the troubled is not error-free living; it is that by discovering and implementing a life calling, the successful stand on their pile of trash while the troubled sit under theirs. ... This is a book about implementation, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so do it!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend this book to anyone feeling discouraged, disappointed, or is searching for a job.  Putting into practice a few of the things in this book will help you climb to the top of your trash pile, instead of sitting under it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-2567100021052839383?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/2567100021052839383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=2567100021052839383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/2567100021052839383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/2567100021052839383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/08/48-days-to-work-you-love.html' title='48 Days to the Work You Love'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-3901902844753689692</id><published>2009-08-02T20:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:35:11.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A Day for Dreams Fulfilled</title><content type='html'>Papa and Nana (my parents) plan a very special trip with their grandchildren on very special birthdays.  For the boys, it's a trip to the Lego store when they turn 10 (a rather arbitrary number that happened because Nathaniel, their oldest grandson, turned 10 shortly before Anna, their oldest granddaughter, turned 8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight is a very magical number for girls because that is the day they are officially old enough (by package labeling) to own an American Girl Doll.  I'm fortunate that it was my mother's dream for her granddaughters to own and enjoy at least one American Girl doll.  Because otherwise, they wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that 2009 is the magical year that two of their granddaughters turn eight, within six weeks of each other.  So, they planned their trip (poor Papa!) for downtown Chicago and the American Girl Doll store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I imagined their day would be like.  Nana (and Papa) enduring while two little girls squealed and hugged and generally expressed their unparalleled enthusiasm for such a trip.  I cannot believe Papa caught this moment on the CTA bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEuVDjZTI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LOr3OCrFLkQ/s1600-h/P7300163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEuVDjZTI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LOr3OCrFLkQ/s320/P7300163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365551568775243058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Mom says it was really quite enjoyable.  I mentioned to her that my friend asked if we were going to see pictures chronicling this big day in the lives of Priscilla and Lydia.  Mom says she glad I did, because she remembered to take pictures.  The only picture we're missing is the one of Priscilla curled up in a chair in her daddy's office downtown, feeling too sick to move.  Lydia decided that they should give Priscilla the morning to see if she could feel better so their trip wouldn't have to be canceled.  Papa and Nana took her to Millenium Park.  She was a trooper - she walked many "thousand-millions" of steps (as Isaac put it) that morning.  And they got some cool pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEugocErI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KM6G49xNRNw/s1600-h/P7300153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEugocErI/AAAAAAAAAeM/KM6G49xNRNw/s320/P7300153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365551571882742450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEu-jqRBI/AAAAAAAAAeU/OHPv_0BhWww/s1600-h/P7300155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEu-jqRBI/AAAAAAAAAeU/OHPv_0BhWww/s320/P7300155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365551579915764754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  After patiently waiting (I'm sure it felt like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;eons!&lt;/span&gt;), they went to the restaurant and there was Priscilla - back to her normal, chipper self!  Lunch, and ice cream, with Papa, Nana, Uncle Troy &amp; Aunt Carrie at the Frango Cafe in Macy's.  Wait.  Why wasn't I invited?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEvMZIQtI/AAAAAAAAAec/aEWl9KF8f_Q/s1600-h/P7300160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEvMZIQtI/AAAAAAAAAec/aEWl9KF8f_Q/s320/P7300160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365551583629689554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, finally, mecca.  The American Girl Doll Store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEva2LeEI/AAAAAAAAAek/t8EqqfQDeoc/s1600-h/P7300164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEva2LeEI/AAAAAAAAAek/t8EqqfQDeoc/s320/P7300164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365551587509631042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZE9gx8hCI/AAAAAAAAAes/uVUEoUfEOI4/s1600-h/P7300167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZE9gx8hCI/AAAAAAAAAes/uVUEoUfEOI4/s320/P7300167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365551829620655138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZE9-6FiII/AAAAAAAAAe0/n45TsMpmxAw/s1600-h/P7300171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZE9-6FiII/AAAAAAAAAe0/n45TsMpmxAw/s320/P7300171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365551837707864194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if the day couldn't be any more special, Papa &amp; Nana invited Lydia to spend the night that night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZE-GsFEkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5rOfOc9YE5E/s1600-h/P7300172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZE-GsFEkI/AAAAAAAAAe8/5rOfOc9YE5E/s320/P7300172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365551839796597314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elizabeth (Felicity's friend) has not left her side since then.  She behaved very well, according to Lydia, during her first church service and Sunday School class.  But she had to stay home and take a nap when we went to the beach this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-3901902844753689692?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/3901902844753689692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=3901902844753689692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3901902844753689692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3901902844753689692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-for-dreams-fulfilled.html' title='A Day for Dreams Fulfilled'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnZEuVDjZTI/AAAAAAAAAeE/LOr3OCrFLkQ/s72-c/P7300163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-7104553652485578530</id><published>2009-07-29T19:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:49:05.454-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Say ya to da UP, eh?</title><content type='html'>My dad grew up in 'da UP, eh?' of Michigan.  Every summer when I was a child, we'd pack our bags and head north for a week with Grandpa and Grandma.  I have fond memories of riding their bikes all over their small town - getting ice cream at the local convinence store, candy at the local grocery, hours at the beach in the water, and sliding down the huge metal slide in the school playground across the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly enough, we've been able to take our children north nearly every summer of their lives - even when we lived in Florida.  Now my children have wonderful memories of their own of the little town in Michigan - even though their great-grandparents have both passed away.  So, when we announced we were going to the UP this summer, they were excited.  One thing we have recently added to our trips are 'adventures' (thanks to my sister - Aunt Carrie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, along with my parents, camped out at Great-Grandma's house (haven't sold it yet, but most of the furniture is gone), so there's always work to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpuVjzYMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Cw8PMGJh_A8/s1600-h/IMG_0593.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpuVjzYMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Cw8PMGJh_A8/s320/IMG_0593.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpuscXpvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cXd0LMqOFAI/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpuscXpvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/cXd0LMqOFAI/s320/IMG_0595.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All work and no play makes any vacation dull.  Dad insisted on taking the kids to the go-carts.  They were hesitant at first, but one ride later, they were all convinced it was a great idea.  Isaac's already asking to go back when he's eight and he can drive one himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpuxKIAXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kTl7nUlNF80/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpuxKIAXI/AAAAAAAAAcE/kTl7nUlNF80/s320/IMG_0612.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpvJVZC7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/arBz-XRzDoc/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpvJVZC7I/AAAAAAAAAcM/arBz-XRzDoc/s320/IMG_0607.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adventure this time was a trip to Munising and the Pictured Rocks.  It was very foggy, but we had a fun time.  Well, Lydia &amp; Isaac faded out at our first stop - but perked up after they ate lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDrThmurKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mU4EU-LdmbU/s1600-h/IMG_0676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDrThmurKI/AAAAAAAAAcs/mU4EU-LdmbU/s320/IMG_0676.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364045876869115042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDrTAcAsrI/AAAAAAAAAck/pDwLGXP7zKY/s1600-h/IMG_0660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDrTAcAsrI/AAAAAAAAAck/pDwLGXP7zKY/s320/IMG_0660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364045867965788850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Pat &amp; Jim's has closed, we have to walk up to the Dairy-Flo for our ice cream (it's across the street, behind Mom and me in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDrS_dqzWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IKua3cgtkTI/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDrS_dqzWI/AAAAAAAAAcc/IKua3cgtkTI/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364045867704307042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One favorite stop is the library - across the street, inside the school.  They love that they can go themselves and read.  A taste of independence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDrSUD4OcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/OTf__uNT33s/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDrSUD4OcI/AAAAAAAAAcU/OTf__uNT33s/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364045856053410242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the beach, bike rides are a daily event.  The kids especially liked riding on the boardwalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDs9lVmRtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7L_-lRda2H8/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDs9lVmRtI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7L_-lRda2H8/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364047698937136850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDs9UR16mI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Y3-sKIBM8WQ/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDs9UR16mI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Y3-sKIBM8WQ/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364047694357981794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a picture of the kids on the front steps from every trip we've taken.  I should pull them out and create a collage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDs-JQDSJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8FAFagWTp9I/s1600-h/IMG_0727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDs-JQDSJI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8FAFagWTp9I/s320/IMG_0727.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364047708577548434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-7104553652485578530?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/7104553652485578530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=7104553652485578530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7104553652485578530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7104553652485578530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-ya-to-da-up-eh.html' title='Say ya to da UP, eh?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SnDpuVjzYMI/AAAAAAAAAb0/Cw8PMGJh_A8/s72-c/IMG_0593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1070194825819181767</id><published>2009-07-21T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:03:55.088-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='columbine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school shooting'/><title type='text'>Columbine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/312r2ywQBIL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/312r2ywQBIL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not one to be fascinated by huge news events, which is ironic considering my degree in Broadcast Journalism and my brief years in the field.  However, I found myself picking up the book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Columbine&lt;/span&gt; by Dave Cullen at my library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me awhile to get around to reading it.  I had planned on returning it to the library without reading it as I wasn't sure I wanted to read about such a disturbing event.  But I did pick it up the night before we left for vacation, since I had packed all my other books for vacation reading.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a few chapters before bed.  Then, the next morning, I stuck it in my bag to take with me.  I'm glad I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In April of 1999, I had a one-year-old and I would soon discover I was pregnant with our second child.  I did not watch the news, but no one could have missed the news of two boys going into their high school and killing 13 people and injuring many more.  I had not paid attention to details of the case, but figured it was like the other school shootings - outsiders taking their revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Dave Cullen, nothing was further from the truth.  In his book, Cullen details the day of the attack, profiles the killers, several of the victims and the principal of Columbine High School.  He gathers information from many sources - including several interviews with victims, victims' families, agents and investigators at the scene and other community leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes out is how different Columbine was from other school shootings, how Eric and Dylan had planned this event for over a year and skillfully let others in on their secret without giving themselves away.  I was shaken by the anger these boys felt - Dylan against himself, Eric against everyone else.  And by how well they hid their anger.  To most everyone they came in contact with, they were typical teenage boys, dealing with typical teenage stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my book club this summer, we're reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Shepherding A Child's Heart&lt;/span&gt; by Ted Tripp, and I found myself evaluating these boys in light of that book.  This paragraph especially struck me, as we had just discussed behavior modification as a form of parenting that doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"[Eric's parents] worried about Eric suppressing his anger.  They admitted that he would blow up now and then ... It didn't happen often, but they were concerned.  Eric responded well to discipline.  They had controlled his behavior, but how could they contain his moods?" (pg 218)&lt;/blockquote&gt;  Behavior modification controls behavior, but doesn't address the heart motivations of children.  The fact is, they couldn't control Eric's moods - those were evidence of what was in his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me to thinking: I need to get to know my children as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;, not just children.  I need to talk &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; them, not just &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; them.  And, I realize again that my children are their own people.  They will make choices.  Reading this book has driven me to my knees again, praying for wisdom and discernment when I interact with my kids and for them as they make choices for themselves - particularly their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Columbine&lt;/span&gt; delves deep into the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt; of the attacks - showing again and again how Eric manipulated people around him, including his parents and other authority figures, and how once he decided to act, nothing was going to stop him.  Dylan was always less committed to the plan - wanting to commit suicide more than kill others.  But Eric needed a follower and Dylan needed a leader - a lethal combination which destroyed so many families, including their own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1070194825819181767?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1070194825819181767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1070194825819181767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1070194825819181767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1070194825819181767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/07/columbine.html' title='Columbine'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6019441654664734420</id><published>2009-07-18T14:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:00:44.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charles t mcgee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart frauds'/><title type='text'>Heart Frauds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51406CPHHBL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51406CPHHBL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I decided I needed to read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heart Frauds, Uncovering the Biggest Health Scam in History&lt;/span&gt; by Charles T. McGee, M.D. after reading an excerpt of it &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=4trIQScMS_UC&amp;dq=heart+frauds&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;source=bn&amp;hl=en&amp;ei=ER9iSt2OPIKltgeJkcj3Dw&amp;sa=X&amp;oi=book_result&amp;ct=result&amp;resnum=4"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt; at books.google.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had seen a dramatic picture of two rats, one fed with eggs and one fed with egg substitutes, and wanted to find the original source of that picture.  It turned up in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heart Frauds&lt;/span&gt;, but I didn't feel like reading it on my computer.  So I got the book through interlibrary loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heart Frauds&lt;/span&gt; is a very interesting book.  Dr. McGee attacks accepted medical practices aggressively - taking on the by-pass surgery (known as 'cabbages'), angiograms, angioplasties, even the theory that high cholesterol leads to heart disease.  He examines medical studies, the history of these procedures and how they became accepted practices.  He also presents alternative therapies and the studies which support, or are used to discredit, these therapies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was reading the first part of this book, I kept thinking about the previously acceptable medical practice of letting blood and how now we know that practice was actually detrimental instead of helpful.  I was more than a little surprised when McGee addressed blood letting, describing President George Washington's 'last battle' (pg 139-140).  The point being that Washington was treated with the best medical care of his day, which we now know caused his death.  McGee would say that the same is happening today - common medical practices for coronary heart disease are causing patients' deaths instead of helping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. McGee argues that we've brought "arterial diseases upon ourselves through a combination of poor diets and lifestyles.  However, it now has been proven to the satisfaction of the biggest skeptics in medicine that our arteries have the ability to heal and dissolve away fatty obstructions." (pg 96)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Chapter 13, "Reasonable Actions," the most practical chapter in the book - which makes sense because in it McGee discusses actions we can take now to prevent, manage, even heal heart disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He discusses foods we should eat (fresh, natural, minimally-processed foods, including eggs), and what foods we should avoid (refined and processed foods, especially vegetable oils, salad dressings, all margarines and anything that has been hydrogenated).  It's in this section of the book that you'll find that dramatic picture of the rats.  After seeing it, you'll never want to eat &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Egg Beaters&lt;/span&gt;.  McGee also warns against the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;blockquote&gt;"The word has no standardized meaning and is not regulated.  Many processed foods are being advertised as being &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt;.  According to common attitudes of the processed food industry, if an ingredient in one of their products was once a natural food, the end product can be called natural as well.  Therefore we are told in advertisements that sugar and corn syrup are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;natural&lt;/span&gt; sweeteners because they come from cane and corn.  In addtion, heat treated corn oil containing harmful &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;trans&lt;/span&gt; fatty acids is advertised as being pure." (pg 164-165)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find most of what McGee says in this book thought-provoking.  However, McGee is a follower of Chinese medicine, which base their therapies on bring the body's energies back into balance.  Fortunately, he only has a couple of sections in the book discussing these philosophies, which I think are more religious in nature than medical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line:  If you have heart disease, or a history of heart disease in your family, this book is worth reading.  It's an eye-opening look at conventional medical practices, and will help you better evaluate your current lifestyle and any medical procedures you may eventually have to face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6019441654664734420?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6019441654664734420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6019441654664734420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6019441654664734420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6019441654664734420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-frauds.html' title='Heart Frauds'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5007887499653696290</id><published>2009-07-16T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:08:36.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='box day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>The Pleasure of Books</title><content type='html'>The boxes are waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;ahref='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sl_bCBaxNyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/w_BlxTMntaE/s1600-h/IMG_0557.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sl_bCBaxNyI/AAAAAAAAAX4/w_BlxTMntaE/s320/IMG_0557.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the first box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sl_bCaYaKUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/x1zMozxo4NU/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sl_bCaYaKUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/x1zMozxo4NU/s320/IMG_0561.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that beautiful binder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sl_bCjhSAAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/iDg4wL1W2nQ/s1600-h/IMG_0563.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sl_bCjhSAAI/AAAAAAAAAYI/iDg4wL1W2nQ/s320/IMG_0563.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulling out the books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sl_bDfSPIGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qtACvPUQp0s/s1600-h/IMG_0565.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sl_bDfSPIGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/qtACvPUQp0s/s320/IMG_0565.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unusual, I suppose.  Most stories I hear about 'Sonlight Box Days' involve the children and the mom opening the boxes, oohing and ahhing over the books all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - I invite my friend Barb over for the momentous occasion.  While my kids are gone, and someone's home to watch her son.  It's just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We oooh and ahh over the books as we go through the packing list.  Wonder that yes, I will read &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; these books by next summer.  She exclaims over books she's read about online, but hasn't seen in person.  I get excited when I see titles I've always wanted to read, but haven't - like &lt;em&gt;What Ever Happened to Penny Candy?&lt;/em&gt; - or when I see beloved books from my childhood - like &lt;em&gt;Star of Light&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;King of the Wind&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hole punch the stickers to help me, and the children, identify school books and take the time to painstakingly peel those backings off and stick them on the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I empty the shelves of last year's books - putting away Core 4 in a plastic container until the younger children are ready for it and packing Core 1 into the empty Sonlight box to take to a friend for her to use this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the container with Core 2 is almost as exciting as pulling the brand-new Core 5 out of the Sonlight boxes.  I comment on which books I loved most, pointing out to Barb which books she should read to her son this year, and telling her which books we will &lt;em&gt;for sure&lt;/em&gt; be listening to instead of me reading aloud.  (I love &lt;em&gt;The Little Princess&lt;/em&gt;, but I cannot read it aloud.  I have to listen to someone else read it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, the books are on the shelves, complete with stickers.  I've not put together the Instructor's Guide yet - still trying to figure out exactly how I want to organize it this year.  But oh, did I savor the moments with the books.  These books I will read aloud to my children, creating memories, learning things I never knew before.  These books I'll read for the second time to my younger two - the books that are so delightful that my older two will happily sit and listen to them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the children rush in.  My niece is here this week and asks me, "Aunt Michelle, why are they acting like they've never seen these books before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Priscilla, because they haven't!  At least for a long time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nine-year-old asks, "Hey Mom!  Can I read &lt;em&gt;A School Story&lt;/em&gt;?  Please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, but please be sure to return it to the school shelf when you're done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finished it before bedtime.  Her 11-year-old brother has already reread &lt;em&gt;Amazing Bible Facts&lt;/em&gt;, and perused the shelf with his school books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're already asking, "When does school start?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching to start too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sonlight because my kids love school.  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I went to bed late, and picked it up, thinking I would read for about ten minutes, then go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous last words.  Or thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later, I finished the book, with a tight throat and tears on my pillow.  I've cried when I read books.  I have never sobbed like I did when I read this one.  Perhaps it was because I was over tired.  Most likely, it was because my heart broke for the innocent little girl subjected to horrific abuse in the hands of nuns and priests, and the adult woman was now coming to grips with her past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Michele Richardson wrote this book after she had gone through a lawsuit against the Archdiocese and orphanage it managed.  In the book, she goes back and forth between her child self and her adult self as she is forced to deal with childhood issues she had long since buried and tried to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole book, one question haunts her, and for good reason.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who wears the face of God?&lt;/span&gt;  Certainly not the nuns under whom she suffered so.  Not the priest who molested her.  Not the lawyer for the Archdiocese.  Not the nun who accompanied him.  I'm not sure she ever found the answer to her question.  But that didn't stop her from asking it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim is certainly an unbreakable child.  The abuse didn't break her.  But it broke her sisters, and countless other girls in the orphanage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commend Richardson for writing this book, exposing secrets she's wanted to forget, dealing with pain she'd rather ignore.  I appreciate her vulnerability, and have learned from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6209897780348601967?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6209897780348601967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6209897780348601967&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6209897780348601967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6209897780348601967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/07/unbreakable-child.html' title='The Unbreakable Child'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-860654481599379642</id><published>2009-07-08T08:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T09:51:10.001-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joel rosenberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inside the revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='middle east'/><title type='text'>Inside the Revolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joelrosenberg.com/images/book_insideTheRevolution.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 167px; height: 230px;" src="http://www.joelrosenberg.com/images/book_insideTheRevolution.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I first spotted this book on my Dad's coffee table.  He was reading it.  I asked him if it was good, and in his cryptic style he said, "It's taken me a long time to get through."  Which I took to mean, 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I picked it up from the library after he returned it.  This is a hefty book, so it does take some time to get through it.  It's worth reading all of it, because just reading part of it doesn't give you the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Inside the Revolution&lt;/span&gt; is divided into three sections; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Revolutionaries, Reformers,&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Revivalists.&lt;/span&gt;  The subtitle is "How the followers of Jihad, Jefferson &amp; Jesus are Battling to Dominate the Middle East and Transform the World."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found all the alliteration a bit over the top - but that is really a minor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel C. Rosenberg, the author, based this book on hundreds of interviews (both on and off the record) and lots of research.  He quotes Islamic leaders and Christian leaders, from the Qur'on and from the Bible.  He profiles some of the major players in the Islamic world today - radicals, moderates and Christian leaders (although, for their protection, most of the later are given pseudonyms).  All of this is supported by 23 pages of footnotes and five pages of recommended reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first section, titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Radicals&lt;/span&gt;, covers terrorists and would-be terrorists.  The motto here is "Islam Is the Answer; Jihad Is the Way."  Reading this section is eye-opening, and a bit scary.  It helped me realize that there are sincerely evil people in this world, who justify their destructive means by their desired end result.  Rosenberg clearly spells out why Iran should never get a nuclear weapon, and outlines the theology of the radical leaders - quoting from the Qur'on on and different religious leaders' speeches.  He also delves into the world of al Qaeda and Hezbollah, and discusses the ongoing economic jihad which al Qaeda and Iran have been pursuing against the United States, complete with quotes and statistics.  Like I said, it's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, in the rest of the book, Rosenberg introduces us to the other forces in the middle east, battling these radical Islamic leaders.  In section two, Rosenberg introduces the reader to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Reformers&lt;/span&gt; who say, "Islam Is the Answer, Jihad is Not the Way."  These Reformers are appalled by the Muslim-on-Muslim violence that the Radicals employ.  They say Islam is a peaceful religion, and the Radicals are hijacking it for their own use.  He outlines their theology, again including quotes from the Qur'on which support their interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also introduces us to several of the leaders of this movement, including Hossein Khomeini (grandson of the Ayatollah Khomeini of Iran), Hamid Karzai (first democratically elected president of Afghanistan), Nouri Al-Maliki (prime minister of Iraq) and others.  These leaders face death threats from the Radicals while trying to manage precarious positions - economically helping their people and at the same time working to stop terrorist activity in their own countries.  Rosenberg is cautiously optimistic that these leaders can make a difference in the Middle East, and successfully fight the Radicals threatening to take over Islamic ideology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the third section, Rosenberg tells us about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Revivalists&lt;/span&gt; - those who say, "Islam Is Not the Answer, and Jihad is Not the Way; Jesus Is the Way."  He profiles several high-profile, and not-so-high-profile, Muslims who have chosen Christianity over Islam.  The transformations are amazing - and so are the numbers.  Rosenberg details the Christian revival going on right now in radical and moderate Islamic nations.  He also goes through the theology of the Revivalists, as he did with the Radicals and the Reformers, and discusses a bit of the Revivalists' strategy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosenberg ends with a call for action.  "Judeo-Christian civilization today faces the most dangerous moment in the history of the Islamic Revolution." (pg 489)  He continues with: &lt;blockquote&gt;"[F]ar too many in both the West and the East - political, military, and intelligence leaders as well as everyday citizens - are asleep to the gathering storm.  In my (Rosenberg's) judgment, this lack of awareness poses the greatest danger of all.  An intellectually honest, spiritually strong, morally courageous, politically united global alliance against the Radicals could be enormously successful. ... But should we succumb to the ignorance, apathy, callousness, hubris, and fear already so pervasive among many of our leaders, we will find ourselves facing cataclysms of biblical proportions that will make the attacks of September 11, 2001, pale by comparison." (pg 489)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critics will say that Rosenberg is still living in the past, in the world immediately following September 11th.  However, the Radicals are patient, and persistent.  Their objective is clear, and our response is critical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-860654481599379642?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.joelrosenberg.com/default.asp' title='Inside the Revolution'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/860654481599379642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=860654481599379642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/860654481599379642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/860654481599379642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/07/inside-revolution.html' title='Inside the Revolution'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1430186666748970431</id><published>2009-07-06T08:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:52:49.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gavin de becker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Protecting the Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51YFJSSZDGL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51YFJSSZDGL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last summer, my sister was reading Gavin de Becker's book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Gift of Fear&lt;/span&gt; when we were on vacation.  When she finished, I picked it up and read it.  I found it helpful, and mentally put his next book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Protecting the Gift&lt;/span&gt; on my 'to-read' list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally remembered to pick it up from the library and read it.  I found it very insightful, and helpful in thinking clearly about my children's safety.  De Becker makes this point about making sure your children are safe in the first chapter: "[Y]ou can't be sure.  There are, however, things you can be certain about.  You can be certain every important decision is made with the best information.  You can be certain you've educated yourself, certain you've made the best choice possible with the time and resources available.  Above all, you can be certain you will listen to yourself, certain you'll give your hesitations a moment's consideration rather than later regret that you didn't." (pg 9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Becker walks his readers through strategies parents tend to use, like worry or overthinking, and encourages them to develop their intuition and act on it.  Then he discusses circumstances in which children can be vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly appreciate his discussion of talking to strangers - instead of emphasizing "stranger danger," he recommends teaching your child to evaluate people with whom they come in contact.  "Children raised to assume all strangers might be dangerous do not develop their own inherent skills of evaluating behavior. ... Fear of people is really the fear that we can't predict their behavior." (pg 83).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Becker argues that we CAN predict violent behavior, and teaches us how in this book, and in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Gift of Fear&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valuable points in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Protecting the Gift&lt;/span&gt; include how to evaluate and interview potential babysitters, nannies, daycare centers, and schools.  He also gives parents a letter template to send to the daycare center and/or school outlining expectations on how the parent and the administrators will work together to keep children safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Becker also covers teaching teenage girls - and boys - how to protect themselves.  He also encourages parents to step in, be unpopular, and make the right choices for their teenagers... and tells several stories to illustrate his point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the point he makes toward the end of the book about the importance of father's roles in children's lives - especially teenage boys.  "[Nonviolence can be taught] and most effectively by fathers.  Unfortunately, fathers are undervalued in America-virtually to the point of being an oppressed minority.  That poses a problem for everyone, since the absence of a father in a boy's life is one of the predictors of future violence. ... While I've directed much of this book toward mothers, it is fathers who can most favorably influence a boy's behavior." (pg 239)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting read this book after reading Dr. Walt Larimore's &lt;a href="http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-from-bryson-city.html"&gt;book &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Secrets&lt;/span&gt;.  The combination taught me a lot about following my intuition and making hard decisions if I'm hesitant about leaving my children somewhere or with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said at the end of my &lt;a href="http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/bi-polar-child.html"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Bi-Polar Child&lt;/span&gt; that everyone who has contact with a child should read that book.  I feel the same way about this book.  Especially if you are a worrier, or tend to worry, you need to read this book.  Worry is unproductive and can be detrimental to a child's safety.  However, developing your evaluation skills and acknowledging your intuition not only can prevent you from being a victim, but your child as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1430186666748970431?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1430186666748970431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1430186666748970431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1430186666748970431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1430186666748970431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/07/protecting-gift.html' title='Protecting the Gift'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-4531487903858156278</id><published>2009-06-30T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:17:47.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would Google Do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3125936268_715b3ac5d3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 240px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3125936268_715b3ac5d3_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I picked up &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What Would Google Do?&lt;/span&gt; on the recommendation of the author of a couple of other books I've read and enjoyed.  I thought the title was hokey (playing off the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What Would Jesus Do?&lt;/span&gt; phenomena from several years ago), yet somewhat intriguing.  What would Google do?  And where exactly would they do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Jarvis, the author, walks the reader through how Google has not just changed the internet, but how people think and their expectations.  He forces his readers to consider how this affects them, and especially their businesses.  It's such a complete paradigm shift (over-used phrase, but oh-so-appropriate here), I'm still trying to digest it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of Jarvis' challenges to the readers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"What business are you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; in?"   (pg 80-81)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do believe that if companies were to ask themselves - and employees were empowered to ask - whether they were being good or evil to their customers and communities, they would often make different decisions." (pg 101)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Google is seeing problems, solving them, and finding opportunities in them by thinking in new ways.  This is all about finding your own new worldview." (pg 122)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately for us, Jarvis takes the second half of his book to apply the principles from the first half to business as we know it.  He tackles media, advertising, utilities, manufacturing - a whole host of traditional industries which seem un-Google-able, if that is a word, and Googlifies them.  It really is fascinating reading - probably made all the more fascinating if you were involved in such an industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts of the book is the chapter titled "Google Power &amp; Light: What Google Would Do."  Google.org (the philanthropic arm) is actually involved in trying to reinvent our energy economy.  It makes sense really.  "If Google can help create cleaner, cheaper electricity anywhere it operates, it will improve its own bottom line." (pg 162)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarvis tells about his experience attending the World Economic Forum in 2008 and listening to Bono and Al Gore passionately plead for their core causes.  Then he went to hear the Google.org forum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The contrast was stark.  To summarize if not oversimplify their vantage points: Where Gore demands taxes and regulation, the Google team proposes invention and investment.  Gore and company want to raise the cost of carbon - the cost of polluting - whereas the Google team wants to lower the cost of energy. ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[W]e see different worldviews at work. "You can't succeed just out of conservation because then you won't have economic development," [Google.org executive director Larry] Brilliant said.  "Find a way to make electricity - not to cut back on it but to have more of it than you ever dreamed of."  ... Create and manage abundance rather than control scarcity - as ever, that is the Google worldview." (pg 163)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jarvis goes on to contrast those two worldviews - create abundance vs. control scarcity.  It reminds me of Paul Zane Pilzer's books - he writes based upon the same idea of creating abundance, though it's been so long since I've read his books I can't pinpoint exact quotes.  Honestly, it brings to mind John 10:10 where Jesus says, "I came that they may have life and have it abundantly."  That brings in a whole different discussion that I won't touch right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was finished with this book, my husband spotted it and asked me about it.  I told him I'm still thinking about it, trying to digest it.  He said, "Should we own this book?  Should I read it?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Absolutely," I said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get my own copy and start marking it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-4531487903858156278?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/4531487903858156278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=4531487903858156278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4531487903858156278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4531487903858156278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-google-do.html' title='What Would Google Do?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3225/3125936268_715b3ac5d3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5201125381249828164</id><published>2009-06-17T11:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:59:18.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bodie thoene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><title type='text'>Tenth Stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thoenebooks.com/Image/bookImg/SCTenth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.thoenebooks.com/Image/bookImg/SCTenth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I will admit it straight out:  I have been a huge Bodie &amp; Brock Thoene fan for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt;.  I started reading their books in high school, and haven't stopped since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their newest book is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tenth Stone&lt;/span&gt; in their series &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The A.D. Chronicles&lt;/span&gt;.  I read it over the weekend.  Yep, the whole book.  Stayed up entirely too late Sunday night to finish it (and I'm still recovering!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am amazed at the attention to detail, the characters these authors bring to life on these pages, the captivating plots they create.  Each book in the series could stand alone, but yet is also interwoven with not only the books from this series, but previous series they've written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read so many of their books, but haven't written about them mainly because I think I should review the first book in a series, but not necessarily the rest of the books.  And it's been awhile since I read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;First Light&lt;/span&gt;, the first book in this particular series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thoenebooks.com/Image/bookImg/SCSecond.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.thoenebooks.com/Image/bookImg/SCSecond.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tenth Stone&lt;/span&gt;, the Thoenes return to several characters they introduced in the second book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Second Touch&lt;/span&gt;.  I am so happy to read more about them, that I had to write about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tenth Stone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily is the character I am just thrilled to know.  She was a leper, cast from her own home as a child, who found her way to the valley of Mak'ob, home to a community of lepers.  In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Second Touch&lt;/span&gt;, you learn her story, her tender heart towards her fellow lepers and towards her God.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I love most about Lily is her prayers.  I remember a sermon once preached on Psalm 96:1 "Sing to the Lord a new song."  I could not imagine singing a new song to God every day or even several times a day - until I met Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time Lily prays, she gives God a new name.  She did it in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Second Touch&lt;/span&gt;, and does it again in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tenth Stone&lt;/span&gt;.  Each new name for God comes from the situation she is currently dealing with - external pressures, internal fears, or both.  Here's just a small sampling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I am praying again, Lord Who Knows the Hearts of All Men - rich and poor, proud and humble." (pg 90)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am praying again, You Who Command the Angels I Can't See.  Did you tell them to remind Yod we shouldn't be afraid?" (pg 199)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am praying again, You Who Number the Stars and Number the Grains of Sand and Count the Stones of Zion among Your Treasures." (pg 211)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am praying again, You Who Sent the Redeemed to the Safety of Exile. ... Oh Lord, God of Exiles, Guardian of Ha-Golah, the exiled Stones of Zion, so it has come to this.  You, our Redeemer, are in Exile with us all." (pg 220)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tenth Stone&lt;/span&gt; is a great book - entertaining and interesting.  It's also a great book to on understanding prayer, faith and what it looks like in everyday (well, perhaps not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt;), earthly circumstances.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who of us has not been afraid?  Take Lily's prayer from pg 199 and make it your own, praying through what is making you afraid.  Who of us has not felt unnoticed, uncared for, or perhaps even lost in the midst of a much larger struggle?  Take Lily's prayer from pg 211 and make it your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the mark of a great book is one which captures my attention while also subtly teaching me a lesson.  The Thoene's books do just that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-5201125381249828164?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.thoenebooks.com/bookList.asp?series=A.D.+Chronicles' title='Tenth Stone'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/5201125381249828164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=5201125381249828164&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5201125381249828164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5201125381249828164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/06/tenth-stone.html' title='Tenth Stone'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6934124963175555198</id><published>2009-06-16T13:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T13:43:26.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>Modern Day Lament</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3234862031_ff10373d67_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3234862031_ff10373d67_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Now that our children are getting older, my husband and I face a bit of a dilemma.  I know it's not one that lots of families face, but we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I teach the children at home, and because I tend to be an early bird instead of a night owl, I am usually done about 7pm.  So, my kids go to bed.  Sometimes I'm done at 6:30 and they go to bed - especially if I know Daddy's working late that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now that I have a 6th-grader on my hands, it's time to rethink bedtime.  Really?!  I guess I wouldn't mind hanging out with him in the living room, each of us reading.  But I don't want to talk.  I really want to just watch TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my lament.  My husband and I were just discussing how there are no shows we would want to watch as a family.  Gone are the days of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Cosby Show&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Full House&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little House on the Prairie.&lt;/span&gt;  Even &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The A-Team&lt;/span&gt; (although violent, no one ever got killed, and although Face always got the girl, you didn't see much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to these family shows?  We were going through a few of the shows on in the 7:00 hour... and we wouldn't allow our kids to watch any of them.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chuck &lt;/span&gt;(our favorite)? Too violent &amp; sexual. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NCIS&lt;/span&gt;? Again not appropriate.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;America's Next Top Model&lt;/span&gt;?  Definitely not something I want my kids watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have the most basic of cable - don't even get TVLand or Nick at Night, which may run reruns of family shows.  I guess we'll start haunting our library.  Glen's excited about watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Home Improvement&lt;/span&gt; with the boys, which I don't think our library owns.  He suggested a NetFlix membership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested reading aloud together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what transpires... We've yet to break the news to my oldest that he can stay up later than his siblings.  I'm waiting until we're done with our school year.  Not sure why - except it makes me feel like I have a little more time to adjust.  Plus, I have to finish Season 2 of 24.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6934124963175555198?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6934124963175555198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6934124963175555198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6934124963175555198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6934124963175555198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/06/modern-day-lament.html' title='Modern Day Lament'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3420/3234862031_ff10373d67_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-4626952083661866207</id><published>2009-06-04T17:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:01:56.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donate'/><title type='text'>Bibles for Kenya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7aTvXxqcJw/SXZT9N0rqfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2tI_xIqs7dk/S226/LindaWithSammaryPeris%26Anna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7aTvXxqcJw/SXZT9N0rqfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2tI_xIqs7dk/S226/LindaWithSammaryPeris%26Anna.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last night, my mom and I ran up to Kenosha to see her second cousin, Linda, talk about her missionary work in Tenwek, Kenya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda is like a member of our family.  When I was a child, she and my mom's sister, Bev, were missionaries in Zaire (now Democratic Republic of Congo).  When they came home on furlough, they lived with us in between their travels, usually while they were taking courses at Trinity International University in Deerfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda has since married and she and her family went to Kenya for three years.  Linda's husband, John, is an internist at the hospital there in Tenwek.  Linda knew she was going to be homeschooling her three children and hosting visiting doctors.  Sounds like plenty to me!  But she asked God for her own ministry.  "Just a few women who want to study the Bible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has answered her prayer - and more!  Her Bible study with three other Kenyan women has grown into Bible studies that meet all throughout that region - including hundreds of women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things they do is encourage the women to memorize Bible verses.  If they memorize 17 Bible verses, the ministry (Tabitha Ministry) gives the women their very own Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also minister to these women by helping them become more financially stable.  They partner with the local church to provide homes, seed &amp; fertilizer, and even cows to women and their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so encouraged by her talk last night.  Someone suggested that women in the US memorize the same 17 verses and then give the $8 Tabitha needs to purchase a Bible for a woman in Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was a great idea - and am going to apply it to my own family but with a twist.  My kids are studying for the Bible Bee this fall, so we are going to donate a Bible for every 17 verses each child memorizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told the children this morning and they got excited. Now, to figure out a way to keep track of the number of verses, and the number of Bibles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-4626952083661866207?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/4626952083661866207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=4626952083661866207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4626952083661866207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4626952083661866207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/06/bibles-for-kenya.html' title='Bibles for Kenya'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m7aTvXxqcJw/SXZT9N0rqfI/AAAAAAAAABQ/2tI_xIqs7dk/s72-c/LindaWithSammaryPeris%26Anna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-8635556665208239272</id><published>2009-05-28T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:23:09.056-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bryson city secrets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. walt larimore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bryson city seasons'/><title type='text'>More from Bryson City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drwalt.com/images/brysoncityseasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 147px;" src="http://www.drwalt.com/images/brysoncityseasons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up entirely &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; late last night to finish reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Secrets&lt;/span&gt;, the third book in Dr. Walt Larimore's Bryson City series.  I hadn't planned on blogging about it or the second book in the series because I had blogged on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Tales&lt;/span&gt;, the first book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I changed my mind after I finished reading them both.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drwalt.com/images/brysoncitysecrets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 148px;" src="http://www.drwalt.com/images/brysoncitysecrets.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found myself mentioning &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Seasons&lt;/span&gt; to a couple of my friends in our conversations.  And then, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Secrets&lt;/span&gt; moved me to tears.  Perhaps it was the late night, perhaps because I consider Dr. Walt &amp; Barb friends, perhaps it was the topic, or a combination of all three - but whatever it was, I just had to write about the rest of the Bryson City series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Seasons&lt;/span&gt; includes more stories of Dr. Walt's time in Bryson City.  Some of them were so hilarious I found myself laughing out loud.  I mean, he won the Miss Flame competition!  I read that one out loud to my husband, who also enjoyed a good laugh.  I say that Dr. Walt is a really good sport to include that in his book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason I recommended &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Seasons&lt;/span&gt; to my friend was the story of Dr. Walt's daughter, Kate.  I knew both Kate &amp; Scott when we lived in Florida, and I enjoyed learning more about Kate's miraculous story.  I knew some of it because she was featured in the newspaper when she graduated from high school.  She's a remarkable person, with a remarkable story.  My friend's son has cerebral palsy too, and I thought reading Kate's story would encourage her as she cares for her son.  It encouraged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Secrets&lt;/span&gt; includes more stories from Dr. Walt's practice and relationships with the people in Bryson City.  It also explains the reason why he and Barb felt compelled to leave the town and move to Kissimmee, Florida.  I am not going to go into details, because it's best explained by Dr. Walt.  But I agonized with him, cried with him and Barb, and felt some measure of the pain of them leaving the town and the people they had grown to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Walt has a wonderful sense of looking at the people with whom he comes in contact (not just their ailments) and talking with them compassionately and graciously - or calling them on the carpet if needed.  I admire him and Barb, Kate &amp; Scott and am thankful to be able to call them friends.  I've learned a lot from his books - not only about him and his family, but also from his examples of how to relate to people, value what's important, and maintain a proper focus in the midst of every circumstance, both good and evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-8635556665208239272?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/8635556665208239272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=8635556665208239272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8635556665208239272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8635556665208239272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-from-bryson-city.html' title='More from Bryson City'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6832264570321716139</id><published>2009-05-27T14:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:23:29.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>What a Weekend</title><content type='html'>Glen took two of the children to IN this weekend to work at his parent's.  I kept two here for a quiet, yet busy weekend at home.  We started the weekend watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bolt&lt;/span&gt; Friday night.  Saturday we went to the Wauconda Public Works Open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNALMxbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QmLeSmMTaP0/s1600-h/IMG_0409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNALMxbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QmLeSmMTaP0/s320/IMG_0409.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583286190949810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QM6hNOSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3UPhY-oqw0E/s1600-h/IMG_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QM6hNOSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/3UPhY-oqw0E/s320/IMG_0406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583284672641314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a tour of the waste management facility.  Or suffered through?  This room stunk, but Anna looks pleasant enough. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNYf4MmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/99SZ3AAGkGY/s1600-h/IMG_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNYf4MmI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/99SZ3AAGkGY/s320/IMG_0408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583292720132706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeying around at Papa &amp; Nana's, waiting for a birthday party for Isaac's friend to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNwgUT-I/AAAAAAAAARM/HLHxKk6s24U/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNwgUT-I/AAAAAAAAARM/HLHxKk6s24U/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583299164426210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNnKvRhI/AAAAAAAAARE/UClLfS1FlOg/s1600-h/IMG_0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNnKvRhI/AAAAAAAAARE/UClLfS1FlOg/s320/IMG_0411.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340583296657999378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Isaac was at the birthday party, Anna requested Mommy-Daughter time with ice cream and watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;.  So, one library &amp; Jewel stop later, we were enjoying our ice cream mid-afternoon while watching a movie.  Such decadence!  Anna loved it.  Quite frankly, so did I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, we went to the Memorial Day parade. I was hoping to clean the boys' room, but the kids remembered it was parade day (twist my arm!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was THAT cold.  At least at 9 am, when we arrived at the parade.  By the way, it didn't start until 10.  Oh, and we were at the end of the route (my clever trick in bringing home less candy), so we sat for a good long time before we actually saw the parade.  Anna &amp; Isaac were amazingly patient.  I, of course, brought a book to read.  They people-watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2RJKqxz1I/AAAAAAAAARU/uFESQUl5Q9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2RJKqxz1I/AAAAAAAAARU/uFESQUl5Q9Y/s320/IMG_0413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340584319799906130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2RJRXtRrI/AAAAAAAAARc/qHqtkkOYQ24/s1600-h/IMG_0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2RJRXtRrI/AAAAAAAAARc/qHqtkkOYQ24/s320/IMG_0414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340584321598965426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6832264570321716139?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6832264570321716139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6832264570321716139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6832264570321716139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6832264570321716139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-weekend.html' title='What a Weekend'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sh2QNALMxbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QmLeSmMTaP0/s72-c/IMG_0409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-8780350043688438223</id><published>2009-05-22T15:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:28:32.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Door Is In - and What a Change!</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a week here at the Leichty house.  I'm done babysitting for Isaac's friend (whew!), and my dad and his friend worked on installing our new door.  Meanwhile, I didn't realize how much time I spend in the living room until it wasn't available anymore.  We ended up doing our schoolwork at the park or in the backyard so Papa and Bill could work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you forgot, here's a before picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRw15NwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cyaH3MrqkpA/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRw15NwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cyaH3MrqkpA/s200/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746084044388098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRjCiTDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RfeBM1D87Yg/s1600-h/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRjCiTDI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RfeBM1D87Yg/s200/IMG_0392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746080339315762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRh7hzhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bIejw4jbNEs/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRh7hzhI/AAAAAAAAAPY/bIejw4jbNEs/s200/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746080041487890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view from the inside.  I'm still struck by how bright the living room is now.  We still have work to do: trim, changing the light (since the door hits it now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRb-MHsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fNLtw6c3kCA/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRb-MHsI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/fNLtw6c3kCA/s200/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746078442036930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The outside now (Dad has since replaced the white siding and caulked around the door):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRb_t7aI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7XE2voaoB_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRb_t7aI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7XE2voaoB_Q/s200/IMG_0402.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338746078448446882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-8780350043688438223?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/8780350043688438223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=8780350043688438223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8780350043688438223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8780350043688438223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/door-is-in-and-what-change.html' title='The Door Is In - and What a Change!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ShcJRw15NwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/cyaH3MrqkpA/s72-c/IMG_0316.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-4965495337979008565</id><published>2009-05-19T15:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:19:37.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caroline lawrence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roman mysteries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>The Roman Mysteries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.romanmysteries.com/db_images/BookCoverImage/1.gif?1224620630"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 204px;" src="http://www.romanmysteries.com/db_images/BookCoverImage/1.gif?1224620630" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children are voracious readers.  In search of something that would capture my oldest's attention, I discovered &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Thieves of Ostia&lt;/span&gt; by Caroline Lawrence, the first in her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Roman Mysteries&lt;/span&gt; series at our local library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure I read it before Nathaniel, because I was concerned about the character treatments, plot, and any philosophies espoused.  What I found delighted both me and Nathaniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Roman Mysteries&lt;/span&gt; are based around the lives of four children in the Roman era - it starts in the reign of Emporer Vespasian.  Ostia is the port city of Rome, where Flavia Gemina, a Roman sea captain's daughter, lives.  Through the course of this book, you meet the other main characters: Jonathan, a Jewish Christian, Nubia, an African slave, and Lupus, a mysterious boy who cannot talk because his tongue's been cut out (quite a mystery that is solved in one of the later books).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly was a bit nervous about how Lawrence would treat the subject of religion in her book, but she handles it with honesty and tact.  I especially enjoy the respect she gives to Christianity - a rare thing these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was delighted when I read this passage toward the end of the book.  Lupus attempted to steal from Flavia, which made her obviously angry, so she didn't invite him to her birthday party.  Mordecai, Jonathan's father, is speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Can you find it in your hearts to forgive [Lupus]?  I admit he did something that was wrong.  He was tempted to steal and he gave into that temptation.  But haven't you ever given in to temptation? Haven't you ever done anything wrong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of them spoke. (...They all end up admitting they've done wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Mordecai gently, "our faith teaches that if you say sorry to God for the wrong things you have done, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; if you forgive the people who have done wrong things to you, you will be forgiven.  Would you like that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nubia and Jonathan nodded immediately.  After a moment, Flavia did, too.  It sounded suspiciously easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you sorry for all the wrong things you've done?" asked Mordecai.  They all nodded this time. "Then say sorry to God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?" asked Flavia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jonathan?" said his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan closed his eyes and said, "I'm sorry for all the wrong things I've done, Lord," and then added, "Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away, Nubia closed her eyes and imitated Jonathan.  "I'm sorry for the wrong things, also.  Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What does 'amen' mean?" Flavia asked cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like saying 'I really mean it,'" said Mordecai with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flavia closed her eyes and tried to imagine which god she was speaking to.  Finally she settled on the beardless shepherd with a lamb over his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry for all the wrong things I've done," she whispered to him, and then added, "amen."  When she opened her eyes a moment later she felt lighter somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And now," said Mordecai, "will you forgive Lupus?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all nodded.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel and I are rereading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Roman Mysteries&lt;/span&gt; and introducing his nine-year-old sister to them as well. She told me she wasn't sure if she'd like them, but gave them a try.  Now, she's devouring them at the pace of about one book a day!  It won't take her too long to get through the series - depending on how often we get to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rare thing to find a book that captures the interest of an 11-year-old boy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; a nine-year-old girl &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; their (uh-hem)-year-old mother.  These books are keepers for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-4965495337979008565?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/4965495337979008565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=4965495337979008565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4965495337979008565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4965495337979008565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/roman-mysteries.html' title='The Roman Mysteries'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5167854414377066414</id><published>2009-05-18T13:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:39:05.740-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrea peyser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebutards'/><title type='text'>Celebutards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51x%2BgcP-qqL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51x%2BgcP-qqL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, I picked up and put down this book a half-dozen times at the library last week.  Did I really want to read a book with the title &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Celebutards, The Hollywood Hacks, Limousine Liberals, and Pandering Politicians Who Are Destroying America&lt;/span&gt;?  "Looks interesting," I thought, "but not thrilled with the title." I don't like calling people names.  But, still, looks interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting part won me over.  I picked it up, and I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wasn't thrilled with Andrea Peyser's sarcastic tone throughout the book.  (I don't read her column in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New York Post&lt;/span&gt;, so I wasn't familiar with her style.)  But I grew used to it, and started feeling a bit sarcastic myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, who do these people think they &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit - I am not one who follows celebrities.  First, I figure I have enough drama in my own life without adding theirs.  Second, I figure I have enough hang-ups with my own body image to continually compare myself to them.  And third, I don't find their lives all that interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her book, Peyser has chosen 32 well-known people (and one town), given us a little background 'from whence they came' and then quotes from their public record, allowing them to hang themselves with their words.  As you progress through the book, the chapters get shorter and shorter - the people hanging themselves so obviously little commentary is necessary to explain why that particular person is so obtuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's honestly a little scary when you realize that these people really think 'they're all that' and more... and that the American public is dumb enough to believe them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as the title still disturbs me, I found the book fascinating as Peyser takes on Hillary Clinton, Rosie O'Donnell, Martha Stewart, Jimmy Carter, among a host of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, Peyser didn't make many friends writing this book.  I applaud her - we all need to be accountable for our words and our actions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-5167854414377066414?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/5167854414377066414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=5167854414377066414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5167854414377066414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5167854414377066414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebutards.html' title='Celebutards'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1461012741577082136</id><published>2009-05-15T21:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T22:51:36.359-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stay-at-home moms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. laura'/><title type='text'>In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZL-CqCkbL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51ZL-CqCkbL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a stay-at-home mom (SAHM), I knew I had to read Dr. Laura Schlessinger's book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms&lt;/span&gt; the minute I spotted it on the shelf in my library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was well worth the read!  I love that Dr. Laura focuses on people in her book, not studies, reports or statistics.  In her preface, Dr. Laura says, "I am personally moved by and interested in the lovely stories of warmth, love, and sacrifice told by families who've structured themselves to focus on enjoying every possible moment of their child's journey in development..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she shares those stories with us - quoting from e-mails sent to her from stay-at-home moms all over.  She also shares her own experiences as a stay-at-home mom to her son.  I think that's why I enjoyed the book so much - she identifies with the feelings most SAHM's have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For some women, a sense of invisibility strikes once they are at home with children; all of a SAHM's "work responsibilities" are within the walls of her residence, where she is generally alone.  Since no goal is ever really accomplished for good - no kitchen cupboard stays stocked, no diaper stays unfilled, and no bathroom stays clean - her repetitive efforts can feel thankless and unnoticed" (pg 41).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you're a stay-at-home mom, don't tell me you never felt that way!  I sure have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Laura takes her readers through the good, the bad, and the unforgettable aspects of being a SAHM... letting us realize that we're not alone in our struggles and our joys, and reminding us that it is all &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Laura emphasizes that it not only OK to enjoy being at home, but that's great for our children, for our marriages and ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's also realistic, especially for those who transition from careers to being at home.  "To paraphrase an e-mail from one SAHM, you'll have to relax your exacting standards, surrender the dream of a perfectly organized home with everything in its place, and give up your ideal of perpetually well-behaved children.  You have either assume that attitude and perspective - or go nuts!" (p 45).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; the truth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a SAHM feeling a bit discouraged in your role, feeling a bit isolated or wondering why you quit working for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; - read this book.  It will uplift you, encourage you, and help you realize you're not alone.  Plus, Dr. Laura has all sorts of resources at the back of the book to help you connect with other SAHMs - even if you're the only one in your neighborhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1461012741577082136?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1461012741577082136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1461012741577082136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1461012741577082136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1461012741577082136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-praise-of-stay-at-home-moms.html' title='In Praise of Stay-at-Home Moms'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-9127525219602931254</id><published>2009-05-13T21:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:04:07.426-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='close to home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardens'/><title type='text'>One busy weekend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt70e878fI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Q4JlVQsrYBw/s1600-h/IMG_0348.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt70e878fI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Q4JlVQsrYBw/s320/IMG_0348.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt70pRil3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/aXmTv02fi1o/s1600-h/IMG_0346.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt70pRil3I/AAAAAAAAAOA/aXmTv02fi1o/s320/IMG_0346.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday afternoon, Mom &amp; I went to see Molly speak and read from her book in Chicago.  She did a great job, and we got to say hi to my neices and nephews.  My kids were jealous, because they didn't get to go.  But, that's the way it is when Mom and Nana want to have dinner in the city with Aunt Carrie - sorry kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt70rPsYGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2fI9KbxJiRM/s1600-h/IMG_0365.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt70rPsYGI/AAAAAAAAAOI/2fI9KbxJiRM/s320/IMG_0365.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt702OYFeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NgqF8V1UnYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0367.JPG'&gt;&lt;img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt702OYFeI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NgqF8V1UnYQ/s320/IMG_0367.JPG' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we decided to try the Botanical Gardens.  Um, never again on Mother's Day.  The traffic was awful.  But the gardens were beautiful.  We had a wonderful time and enjoyed taking pictures of the beautiful flowers - Anna especially.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-9127525219602931254?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/9127525219602931254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=9127525219602931254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/9127525219602931254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/9127525219602931254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-busy-weekend.html' title='One busy weekend!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sgt70e878fI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Q4JlVQsrYBw/s72-c/IMG_0348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-755585668657988666</id><published>2009-05-09T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:04:05.453-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bipolar disorder'/><title type='text'>The Bi-Polar Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51CXdRzwGeL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51CXdRzwGeL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  After two friends of mine, from two different circles of friends, mentioned reading this book, I thought I'd better pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll warn you from the start, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bipolar Child&lt;/span&gt; by Demitri Papolos, M.D. and Janice Papolos is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; light reading.  In fact, I did not even attempt to read the entire book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Papolos' delve deep into the subject of Early-Onset Bipolar Disorder - apparently a topic which most medical professionals don't believe exist (the authors explain why).  They cover diagnosis, treatments, what may be happening - or not happening - in the child's brain.  Overall, this is a very technical book which the average layperson would have problems understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; understand, or at least realize, is the tragic circumstances these families find themselves in.  The Papolos' have included stories from different families covering what they've experienced, how they've coped - or not coped, and their emotional journey in dealing with the various aspects of having an ill child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a taste:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, teachers, and the outside world cannot fathom what the parent is talking about (if the parent talks about it al all).  But one mother who managed to catch an entire rage with a tape recorder wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Many of our friends and even some of the professionals who work with us have not seen Robby in his full glory.  They cannot believe that this sweet, charming, affectionate, and outgoing child coudl possibly be violent or bipolar.  They just assume we are not firm enough with him, or pay too much attention to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got it on tape from start to finish - the screaming and yelling that he's going to kill me, kill the cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now anytime a friend says: "But he's so wonderful whenever we see him" I can pull out the tape and say, "Have a listen to this."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I cannot imagine what my two friends have gone through, are going through.  Reading this book gave me a slight taste of what life may be like for them.  It's given me an insight into their life, into how to pray for them, and if possible, be a support for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, as a parent, wonder if there's something wrong with  you because your child is behaving the way he/she does, please read this book.  It may be as simple as a discipline issue.  It may be much, much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a teacher, pastor, or other professional who works with children, please read this book.  One of my friends says since she read this book, she realized her children needed to be evaluated for early-onset bipolar disorder.  She also says after she spends time in a classroom she can spot the child who needs further evaluation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-755585668657988666?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/755585668657988666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=755585668657988666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/755585668657988666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/755585668657988666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/bi-polar-child.html' title='The Bi-Polar Child'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1428264809940736933</id><published>2009-05-08T15:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:01:40.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spencer johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peaks and valleys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Peaks and Valleys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/519ibExsBlL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/519ibExsBlL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA240_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peaks and Valleys, Making Good and Bad Times Work For You - At Work And In Life&lt;/span&gt; by Spencer Johnson because it was a lean-looking book.  You know - one I could read through quickly to glean something from without taxing brain cells too much.  (I needed a break from another very in-depth book I'm reading - more on that one in another post.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was right.  The book is short, and easy to read.  Plus, I gleaned quite a bit from it.  In fact, it helped me earlier this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer Johnson also wrote &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who Moved My Cheese?&lt;/span&gt; which I've not read, but probably should.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peaks and Valleys&lt;/span&gt; is written as a parable - the story of one man's journey.  It is a story of what he learns from an older gentleman, what he learns from his own journey, and how he passes that wisdom on to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scattered throughout the book (and quite helpfully, compiled in a 'cheat sheet' on page 90) are short proverbs that bring home the points of the parable.  For example, "You can have fewer bad times when you appreciate and manage your good times wisely" is one I've been pondering on lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that really helped me this past week was "Make Reality Your Friend."  Wednesday I was feeling really down - the rain and some other circumstances made me feel badly about myself.  But as I reflected on my day, I asked myself, "What is reality?  Was today as bad as I feel it was?"  Then, I realized many good things had happened that day.  To shake off the 'ucky' feelings, I sat down and practiced piano for a few minutes.  That helped my attitude tremendously, and I was able to have a productive evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that most of the books I've read with really helpful ideas or proverbs are basically restating Biblical truths.  The Bible is full of references to the battle we fight in our minds, renewing our thinking, and looking at the world &amp; circumstances from God's perspective.  Biblically speaking, I could have started with Philippians 4:4-9 "Rejoice in the Lord always. ... Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, ... with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. ... Whatever is true, whatever is noble, ... think about such things." Once you start doing that, then reality smacks you in the face (so to speak).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peaks and Valleys&lt;/span&gt; isn't necessarily new thinking, it's certainly helpful in evaluating our reactions, attitudes and thinking about the valleys - and the peaks - in our lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1428264809940736933?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1428264809940736933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1428264809940736933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1428264809940736933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1428264809940736933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/peaks-and-valleys.html' title='Peaks and Valleys'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6777807768868658717</id><published>2009-05-07T14:16:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:07:51.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A day in the life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgMzpFjG_mI/AAAAAAAAALY/RCgbkUQ8CTg/s1600-h/IMG_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgMzpFjG_mI/AAAAAAAAALY/RCgbkUQ8CTg/s320/IMG_0314.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgMzpZgLIgI/AAAAAAAAALg/Dvhzqux3edo/s1600-h/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgMzpZgLIgI/AAAAAAAAALg/Dvhzqux3edo/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Friday night, Anna went with her TNT Awana group to an end-of-year overnight at a hotel.  She had a wonderful time - you should have seen her shining eyes when she got home.  But, OH! was she tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Anna waiting for her sister to be done in the shower Saturday night.  She was convinced to go with us on errands Saturday night by a dinner out at Noodles &amp;amp; Co.  Poor girl - such a trooper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgM0HRpj-6I/AAAAAAAAALo/u8foqImeBuM/s1600-h/IMG_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgM0HRpj-6I/AAAAAAAAALo/u8foqImeBuM/s320/IMG_0320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333163683338255266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the items on our list Saturday night was an early birthday gift for Lydia.  Her 16" bike was WAY too small for her, and Daddy decided that it was time for a new one.  Since her birthday is in September, it made sense to get her one now so she could use it this summer.  She's been riding every day since then.  She loves her brand-new bike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgM0_aqVXUI/AAAAAAAAALw/yD1XlhG4Fck/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgM0_aqVXUI/AAAAAAAAALw/yD1XlhG4Fck/s320/IMG_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333164647830084930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgM2pSusXpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PH3pYvvxUTo/s1600-h/IMG_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgM2pSusXpI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PH3pYvvxUTo/s320/IMG_0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333166466767019666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we bought our house, I've dreamed of taking out those ugly evergreen bushes in front of our house.  My husband harbored similar thoughts, but didn't want to take out ALL the bushes until we are able to get new siding.  (We need it, don't ya think?!)  However, since we had to get a couple trees taken out of our backyard, he agreed that we should take out the front row.  Quite a change, isn't it?  Just wait until we get our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new door&lt;/span&gt; put in at the end of the month.  I'm so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6777807768868658717?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6777807768868658717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6777807768868658717&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6777807768868658717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6777807768868658717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SgMzpFjG_mI/AAAAAAAAALY/RCgbkUQ8CTg/s72-c/IMG_0314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1399613393535322595</id><published>2009-05-05T14:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:05:23.243-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative medicine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. walt larimore'/><title type='text'>Alternative Medicine: The Christian Handbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drwalt.com/images/alternativemed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 117px;" src="http://www.drwalt.com/images/alternativemed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely adore Inter-Library Loans!  I've been wanting to read Dr. Walt's book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alternative Medicine: The Christian Handbook&lt;/span&gt; since it first came out.  This past month, I finally got the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: The picture is of the recently revised version of the book.  I read the original version, from 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm a firm believer in chiropractic care, massage, vitamins &amp; supplements, I do have concerns about other forms of alternative medicines, and looked forward to getting Dr. Walt's perspective (and that of his co-author Dr. Donal O'Mathuna) on the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The authors did a great job of laying foundation in the first three parts of the book.  They discuss the history of alternative and conventional medicine in the first part; a Christian perspective on health, healing and suffering in the second part; and lay out criteria for evaluating alternative medicine and their practitioners in the third part.  The fourth part of the book is a reference section, where you can look up different therapies and practices and read their perspective on how safe or dangerous they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly appreciate the spiritual approach they take to most of their evaluations.  They give the history behind the method, and many times the philosophy so we can make wise choices about what we're allowing into our minds &amp; spirits.  They also refer back to studies evaluating the effectiveness of the therapies.  They put any "Christian" therapies through the same evaluation process - so things like the "Hallelujah Diet" do not get a free ride from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10, in Part Three is called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How Science Tests Therapies and Remedies.&lt;/span&gt;  In it, the authors walk through, in an understandable way, the importance of double-blind, placebo-controlled trials in evaluation of what works and what doesn't work.  If you're not familiar with what that means, it's a great place to start gaining an understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't read the whole book - it's more of a reference book than a reading book - but did glean information about different alternative therapies my friends have recommended to me.  If you're looking into an alternative therapy, I'd recommend picking up this book from your library to check out what Dr. Walt &amp; his co-author say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To which, they would say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what the scientific evidence says&lt;/span&gt; about the particular therapy - but every study needs interpretation, and this book includes their interpretation of the currently available studies.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1399613393535322595?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1399613393535322595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1399613393535322595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1399613393535322595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1399613393535322595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/05/alternative-medicine-christian-handbook.html' title='Alternative Medicine: The Christian Handbook'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5446891659895473525</id><published>2009-04-29T14:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:27:06.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bryson city tales'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dr. walt larimore'/><title type='text'>Bryson City Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.drwalt.com/images/brysoncitytales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 155px;" src="http://www.drwalt.com/images/brysoncitytales.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  My library recently put the inter library loan feature online, which has prompted me to remember all the books I've wanted to read, but could never remember when I was corralling four children at the library.  Oh happy day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first book on my list was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Tales&lt;/span&gt; by Dr. Walt Larimore.  Glen and I had the privilege of getting to know Walt &amp; Barb when we lived in Florida.  We attended the same church, and Barb was the one who first invited me to &lt;a href="http://www.bsfinternational.org"&gt;Bible Study Fellowship&lt;/a&gt; (for which I am eternally grateful!).  When I heard about Walt's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City&lt;/span&gt; books, I knew I wanted to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Tales&lt;/span&gt; does not disappoint.  In this book, Walt takes us on his own journey from the end of his medical residency to finding a community in which to settle (Bryson City) and the process of settling in.  He honestly relates his mistakes, his passions (for football?  I didn't know!), and his attempts to make connections in a very small, rather closed, community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's plenty of drama too.  From a very difficult home delivery in the next county to almost losing his medical privileges at the hospital, with a few veterinary calls thrown in, I found it difficult to put the book down.  I'm looking forward to reading the next two books &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Seasons&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bryson City Secrets&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I wonder about - and perhaps because I know them - is how did Barb find herself connecting to the community?  This is Dr. Walt's story, so while his wife is mentioned many times, he focuses on his own experiences.  But, I do wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-5446891659895473525?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.drwalt.com/books/' title='Bryson City Tales'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/5446891659895473525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=5446891659895473525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5446891659895473525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5446891659895473525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/04/bryson-city-tales.html' title='Bryson City Tales'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-7735461538349582165</id><published>2009-04-23T20:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:04:26.078-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tell the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remembering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Remembering Walt Martin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SfEUMd7jPrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oUuf02DMqhM/s1600-h/Walt+1984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 71px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SfEUMd7jPrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oUuf02DMqhM/s320/Walt+1984.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328062038581395122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is how I best remember Walt Martin: dressed in a brown tux, standing in front of a huge group of teenagers/young adults, grinning from ear-to-ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Walt for as long as I could remember.  We attended the same church since I was a child.  When I was in junior high or so, he started a choir, open to anyone in the community as long as they were in high school, or older.  Tell the World was its name, and they sang in the area malls (at Christmas) and in churches on Sunday evenings in the spring, always ending their 'tour' with a final concert at my home church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was so excited when I was finally old enough to be in Tell the World!  I so enjoyed the Sunday night rehearsals in the Martin's basement - 30 or so of us, crowded into a room, singing our hearts out.  I learned to really sing alto in Tell the World.  I made some great friends there, and had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walt died last week.  A man with his energy and personality leaves a huge hole in his family - a huge hole in this world.  I, unfortunately, was out of town over the weekend, and so couldn't attend his funeral.  I hear there was a Tell the World reunion - oh I wish I could have been there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom says that the singers circled his casket and sang the song with which Tell the World ended every concert - Walt inviting anyone who had ever sang in the choir to come join the rest of the singers for the finale.  Anyone who knew him knows, he's in heaven now, organizing a barbershop quartet, gathering together people for a big sing-a-long, and probably teaching them the song none of us will ever forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now we can love, now we can love&lt;br /&gt;Freely, wholly and fully&lt;br /&gt;With strength from above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-7735461538349582165?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/7735461538349582165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=7735461538349582165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7735461538349582165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7735461538349582165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/04/remembering-walt-martin.html' title='Remembering Walt Martin'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SfEUMd7jPrI/AAAAAAAAAH4/oUuf02DMqhM/s72-c/Walt+1984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-672221139583691025</id><published>2009-04-14T14:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:03:42.013-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gruber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='displaced persons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='israel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>Exodus 1947</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FqMvX1VhL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FqMvX1VhL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I picked up this book at my local library because it looked interesting, and I remember reading about a ship of WWII refugees in an historical fiction book by one of my favorite authors.  I thought perhaps this was the real story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the ship that was told about in the book I read earlier (I forget the title, but the authors are &lt;a href="http://www.thoenebooks.com/"&gt;Bodie &amp; Brock Thoene&lt;/a&gt;).  But it is the real story of real World War II displaced persons (DPs) from Europe, as told by an eye witness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Gruber, the author, was not a DP.  She was a correspondent for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;New York Post&lt;/span&gt;, sent to cover the "Anglo-American Committee of Inquiry on Palestine" created in 1945 to deal with the DP &amp; Palestine problem.  She has an impressive resume - including being the world's youngest Ph.D., at twenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Exodus 1947&lt;/span&gt; is not a new book, but a republished book.  It was first published in 1948 under the title &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Exodus 1947, Destination Palestine.&lt;/span&gt;  But, no matter when it was published, it is a powerful and moving story.  In the Acknowledgments, Gruber thanks several people who helped her with the book, "[Naomi] and Helene often had to put the photos down because they were crying;... [Adriana]... often had to stop reading because her eyes were clouded with tears..." (pg 193-194).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the feeling.  I felt the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, after seeing the pictures and reading the stories, I was so grateful for my shower, my clean clothes.  I wondered if I would have the same determination of the DPs on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Exodus 1947&lt;/span&gt; (the name of the ship on which they sailed) to endure the heat, crowded conditions, and boredom in order to get to a land I had never been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people, these children, had survived Hitler's Europe.  They felt they could not remain there - they had lost &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, their homes, their professions, their possessions, their families.  They were desperate - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;determined &lt;/span&gt;- to get to Palestine, British or no British.  They walked across Europe to the ports where the blockade-running ships would carry them to Palestine illegally, putting their lives on the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Gruber had a front-row seat.  In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Exodus 1947&lt;/span&gt; she takes inside the overcrowded DP camps in Europe, where you can see the sorrow, the emotion, the hollowness, in the eyes of the adults and the children.  She is on the dock in Haifa, when "the broken ship &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Exodus 1947&lt;/span&gt; limp[s] into harbor", carrying 4,500 DPs on a ship originally designed for 400.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spends time on Cyprus, where the world expects the British to send the DPs from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Exodus 1947&lt;/span&gt;.  She takes us inside the DP camps on Cyprus and shows us how the people maintain their hope, their lives, through art and Hebrew school, as the thousands there wait for their turn for one of 750 legal visas allowed per month to enter Palestine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the DPs from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Exodus 1947&lt;/span&gt; never arrive.  Soon, the British ships that now house them show up in France, in the port of Port-de-Bouc.  The French doctor and feed the DPs, now basically held prisoner on the British ships.  France extends a welcome to them - "Come down off the ship!  We welcome you in France!"  But to a person, the answer is "No!  We will go to Palestine and Palestine alone!  We cannot return to Europe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a month in France, the ships pull out and head back to Germany.  The French are horrified.  The world is aghast.  The British force the people off at Hamburg, force them into a DP camp there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cannot express the horror I felt as I looked at the pictures Gruber took in her journeys as she followed the fate of these Jews.  Horror at the way these poor people were treated - especially after surviving the death camps.  Horror at the conditions they put up with to pursue their dream of living in Palestine.  Horror at my own attitude of irritation when my comfort is disturbed.  Horror at the thought that some people today say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it never happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the book because I wanted to look at the pictures in this book.  The pictures are moving.  Gruber's writing grabbed me.  The combination of the two took me to a time and a place I will not forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-672221139583691025?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/672221139583691025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=672221139583691025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/672221139583691025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/672221139583691025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/04/exodus-1947.html' title='Exodus 1947'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1348892067727111303</id><published>2009-04-13T17:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:02:30.340-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Resurrection Day, aka Easter</title><content type='html'>He is Risen!  He is Risen Indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SeO-OfBx6XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qy5c984A6f8/s1600-h/kids+-+easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SeO-OfBx6XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qy5c984A6f8/s320/kids+-+easter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324308340538468722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia, Nathaniel, Anna, Isaac - at church Easter morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SeO-OlLKO-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/l15ivoI142I/s1600-h/family+-+horizontal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SeO-OlLKO-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/l15ivoI142I/s320/family+-+horizontal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324308342188424162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leichtys - Easter afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SeO-O0irM4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dW4OmnCWjo8/s1600-h/family+-+lydia%27s+hand+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SeO-O0irM4I/AAAAAAAAAHI/dW4OmnCWjo8/s320/family+-+lydia%27s+hand+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324308346313585538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's happy this is the last picture?"  Lydia is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I forgot to take pictures of our family gathering at Mom &amp; Dad's.  We had Natalie, Tim &amp; Lindsay, Ryan, Aunt Carrie, my family and Mom &amp; Dad.  Natalie made homemade rolls, Lindsay made homemade cheesecake.  Carrie brought Terrapins from Margie's Candies in the city.  Yum!  We even got to take some rolls home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch today, Lydia insisted that we ask Kelsey for the recipe for the rolls.  I corrected her, "Natalie."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, Mom.  Isn't Natalie gone?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, that's Kesley.  She's in Australia right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.  Then who made these rolls?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Natalie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we need to ask Natalie for the recipe.  These are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1348892067727111303?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1348892067727111303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1348892067727111303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1348892067727111303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1348892067727111303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/04/resurrection-day-aka-easter.html' title='Resurrection Day, aka Easter'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SeO-OfBx6XI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qy5c984A6f8/s72-c/kids+-+easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-3726327110007507196</id><published>2009-04-04T19:48:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:02:08.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sabourin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orthodox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Close To Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDsj_nAmdIw/Sbqg6y8seYI/AAAAAAAABqQ/miDLDgrB_rQ/S220/closetohome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDsj_nAmdIw/Sbqg6y8seYI/AAAAAAAABqQ/miDLDgrB_rQ/S220/closetohome.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be the only Protestant who writes about Molly Sabourin's book &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Close to Home: An Orthodox Mother's Quest for Patience, Peace, and Perseverance&lt;/span&gt;.  You may be wondering why I would read it, since I'm not Orthodox.  Molly is my beloved sister-in-law - married to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also so glad Molly wrote this book.  She bared her soul in this book, detailing her journey as a wife and new mother.  In the prologue she provides charming introductions to her family, which my older children loved and laughed and marveled over. (Did Benji &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; fall out of a two-story window?  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;caught his clothes on fire?  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;bump his head on the radiator? Yes, he did.)  Molly ends the introductions with this comment, "And while the stories are distinctly mine, I pray the underlying fears, frustration, bliss and hope are universal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those underlying issues are universal.  I found myself nodding in agreement many times throughout Molly's book, thinking, "Oh, I remember that... Oh I felt that same way!  You are absolutely &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;!"  Yet, also found myself nearly equally puzzled, wondering at these Orthodox traditions she holds so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say again, I am glad, glad, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;glad &lt;/span&gt;that Molly wrote this book - because I feel like I understand her, and perhaps in some way, my brother and sister a bit better through Molly's honest struggles in her faith.  I have some inkling as to why the liturgy of the Orthodox church would appeal to them, why Molly would somewhat regret not getting married in the Orthodox church (although I am relieved that they didn't), and maybe, in a very, very small way, why they venerate the virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially identified with this quote from page 61, "There are many days you will feel totally and utterly incapable, and you will look around the room for backup, for someone else to step in and let you take the break you so desperately need.  When  you realize there is no such person and your kids are still hungry, or sick, or tired, you will dig deep and pull up a tiny reserve of strength you didn't know you had.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This, my dear friends, is growth&lt;/span&gt;.  No other job in the world is more effective at chiseling you into a stronger and more competent person." (emphasis mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That expresses my experience of motherhood, for the first six years especially - when I had four babies in five years, all a thousand miles from my family.  Yet, I could never express it in just the way Molly did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've thought about it, I realized that as a new wife and mother, being stretched beyond my limits, I searched for something outside myself and my circumstances to provide meaning and purpose to my life.  It wasn't work, because I kept doing the same things everyday - wiping noses &amp; changing diapers and if I was lucky getting laundry done and my family fed.  I had my faith, went to church every Sunday, but longed for something... something &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly found that meaning and discipline within the Orthodox church.  I found it at &lt;a href="http://www.bsfinternational.org/"&gt;Bible Study Fellowship&lt;/a&gt; - a nine-month, in-depth study of the Bible.  I was accountable to read and study the Bible every week.  I talked (uninterrupted!) with other mothers who knew me as a woman, not a mom or a wife, about deep spiritual issues.  And I learned that the Bible is relevant today, to my life.  I learned that just as Jesus calmed the storm on the Sea of Galilee, he can calm me in the midst of the storms of four children all crying for lunch &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;, four children down with the stomach flu at the same time, or whatever similarly mundane circumstance that feels out of control at that moment in time.  The awesome thing is that God cares about the little things, Jesus knows how I feel, and the Holy Spirit reminds me of all that when I feel like I might just go crazy if I hear one more fight over Legos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Molly, thanks for putting into words emotions I hardly knew I felt, and reminding me of the things I've learned over the past eleven (gasp!) years of parenting my God-given blessings.  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let us pray for the wisdom to cease trying by our own strength, and start crawling out of our same old tired ruts by surrendering our weak and fragile wills into the hands of God.&lt;/span&gt; Amen, and amen!&lt;br /&gt;(pg 129)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-3726327110007507196?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/3726327110007507196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=3726327110007507196&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3726327110007507196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3726327110007507196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/04/close-to-home.html' title='Close To Home'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDsj_nAmdIw/Sbqg6y8seYI/AAAAAAAABqQ/miDLDgrB_rQ/s72-c/closetohome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6921312229189466539</id><published>2009-04-01T21:05:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:00:12.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj6QBevaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QeaPTEJxB6c/s1600-h/four+kids+before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj6QBevaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QeaPTEJxB6c/s320/four+kids+before.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916543471959458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQkQdM-1LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/g3f8SRKBPBI/s1600-h/the+girls+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQkQdM-1LI/AAAAAAAAAGY/g3f8SRKBPBI/s320/the+girls+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916924966982834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQkQJHHUnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3_2psdJpCao/s1600-h/the+boys+pose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQkQJHHUnI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3_2psdJpCao/s320/the+boys+pose.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916919573664370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the craziness begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQkPYZcUHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3cTZTmlK3-o/s1600-h/crazy+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQkPYZcUHI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3cTZTmlK3-o/s320/crazy+kids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916906497200242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj7JvSS4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/OZ_UcqoJSA8/s1600-h/crazy+anna+%26+isaac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj7JvSS4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/OZ_UcqoJSA8/s320/crazy+anna+%26+isaac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916558964902786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the 7yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj6_dRpSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3OwCpcMZVrI/s1600-h/Lydia+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj6_dRpSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/3OwCpcMZVrI/s320/Lydia+after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916556205008162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the 5yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj669W_EI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nikJwQ035rY/s1600-h/Isaac+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj669W_EI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nikJwQ035rY/s320/Isaac+after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916554997398594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;birthday boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj6rWqHtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1vXVDXR2uuQ/s1600-h/Nathaniel+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj6rWqHtI/AAAAAAAAAFg/1vXVDXR2uuQ/s320/Nathaniel+after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916550808542930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;the tools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQkPhIWFhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0KHfIZw_G-k/s1600-h/Nathaniel%27s+new+tools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQkPhIWFhI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0KHfIZw_G-k/s320/Nathaniel%27s+new+tools.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319916908841408018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel didn't want to call our friend Daisy to cut hair until after his birthday.  Alas, today, his birthday, was the only day that our schedules coincided, and so the hairs were cut.  And cut, And cut.  The vacuum was FULL of hair when it was finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel requested a "Leichty cut" - I didn't force it!  (Nathaniel's good friend, Robbie, had requested a "Leichty cut" from Daisy when he went to see her last year).  I'm not complaining.  And YIKES! does he look so much older?  I realized today I can no longer put my chin on his head.  Pretty soon, he'll be taller than me - our chiropractor thinks within two years.  Am I really ready for this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had to share Nathaniel's excitement over his gift from Glen and me. Yes, its locking pliers and he was absolutely &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thrilled.&lt;/span&gt;  It's nice to hand over the gift shopping to Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Nathaniel - Daddy and I love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6921312229189466539?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6921312229189466539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6921312229189466539&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6921312229189466539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6921312229189466539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-haircuts.html' title='Happy Birthday Haircuts'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdQj6QBevaI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QeaPTEJxB6c/s72-c/four+kids+before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-3057331376339761913</id><published>2009-03-29T20:52:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:59:51.782-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Sugar Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdAqX5KlAMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tr8pux-uCmk/s1600-h/front+yard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdAqX5KlAMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tr8pux-uCmk/s320/front+yard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318797749895102658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I looked out the window early this morning, I thought of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little House in the Big Woods&lt;/span&gt;.  Remember when they were surprised by a late spring snowstorm and he told Laura it was a 'sugar snow?'  She tasted the snow and it didn't taste like sugar, so she didn't know what he meant.  Later she learned it was good for tapping the maple trees for sap to make syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost wish I had a maple tree to tap for syrup - if it weren't for all the work it takes to make syrup out of the sap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so pretty, isn't it?  Much prettier when you can sit with a cup of hot tea and look out the picture window in the living room.  A little more annoying when you don't have to get to worship team rehearsal with four children by 6:45 a.m.  (I'll admit - I was about 20 minutes late.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost power for a few minutes, one of which when I was pulling out of the garage into an unshoveled driveway of at least 6" of snow.  I didn't realize that was the reason why the remote wasn't working - so I jumped out of the van to see if I could close it from inside the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that Glen asked me to clean up the boots last week?  He told me it was safe to put them away for the season.  Famous last words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I attempted to get out of the driveway at least four times before we finally made it to the street, and my foray into the drive netted me wet feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still beautiful after church - driving through the streets of snow-covered trees.  Later this afternoon, the sun came out and the snow started falling and melting like crazy.  I imagine it'll be gone tomorrow.  I'm glad I took a few short moments this morning to enjoy the beauty before it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am ready for spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-3057331376339761913?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/3057331376339761913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=3057331376339761913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3057331376339761913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3057331376339761913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/03/sugar-snow.html' title='Sugar Snow'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SdAqX5KlAMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/tr8pux-uCmk/s72-c/front+yard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-2571935370719120944</id><published>2009-03-26T11:17:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:59:30.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>March Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScuxHIN3aRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uH9ZREhhGWY/s1600-h/Lydia+%26+Mom+making+picks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScuxHIN3aRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uH9ZREhhGWY/s200/Lydia+%26+Mom+making+picks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317538521063844114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really paid attention to college basketball until I married Glen.  I knew my dad filled out one of those bracket-thingy's in the paper at some point in March and that those games were on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;.  Honestly, I was thankful when it was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Glen and I married, I realized - a little - what it meant to be married to a true-blood Hoosier.  Glen doesn't just fill out a bracket.  He tapes the selection show &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; watches it live (except this year), with his own bracket pages printed from the computer so he can fill out the match-ups as they're being announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passion!  The commitment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun, I thought that year I'd fill out a bracket and see how I did in making my picks compared to the college basketball guru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I rocked&lt;/span&gt; and a tradition was born in our home that March of 1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until 2003 that Glen actually beat me.  He likes to point out that he has picked the National Champion three of the last six years (I think it is - I'm sure he'll correct me if I'm wrong), so my reign as the bracket winner is over.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScuxRbf8liI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/05nidWOrGlk/s1600-h/cu+of+Lydia%27s+picks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScuxRbf8liI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/05nidWOrGlk/s200/cu+of+Lydia%27s+picks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317538698038646306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, our children are in on the fun.  I print out a bracket form for each of them, and they each make their picks.  Nathaniel always shows his partiality for Floria by picking a Florida team to make it all the way - which actually worked out well for him when Florida won the National Championship (Glen could tell you the year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Isaac &amp; Lydia chose American to go far, "After all, we ARE Americans," they both told me, separately.  And both chose Temple to do well too, "because, well, it's a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;temple&lt;/span&gt; Mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun to see them make their picks, and see how well they do.  The one who picks the most games correctly gets bragging rights for the year.  Anna's doing well right now, because this year I explained what those little numbers next to the school names mean.  Since two of the four regions have the top four seeds playing each other in the Sweet Sixteen, Anna picked those regions perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will point out that as of right now, I have picked the most games correctly in our family.  Anna and Glen are tied for second place, and poor Nathaniel lost his National Champion in the first round when Florida State lost to Wisconsin.  Hum, perhaps you stick a little closer to our &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;current&lt;/span&gt; home, son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-2571935370719120944?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/2571935370719120944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=2571935370719120944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/2571935370719120944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/2571935370719120944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-madness.html' title='March Madness'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScuxHIN3aRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uH9ZREhhGWY/s72-c/Lydia+%26+Mom+making+picks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-3899727571644992555</id><published>2009-03-25T14:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:59:11.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resveratrol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maroon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='longevity'/><title type='text'>The Longevity Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScqOti6XUbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yg4tp6ZrltI/s1600-h/longevity+factor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 114px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScqOti6XUbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yg4tp6ZrltI/s200/longevity+factor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317219223181152690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught the beginning of Oprah last night - Dr. Oz was on talking about living longer, even to 120.  It was after 11pm, so I didn't watch much of it - but I did see the first segment on living longer by restricting calorie intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't surprised to hear about that, because I had read about it in a book I recently picked up at the library, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Longevity Factor: How Resveratrol and Red Wine Activate Genes for a Longer and Healthier Life&lt;/span&gt; by Joseph Maroon, M.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Maroon had tried that strategy himself, but decided it was entirely too restrictive to actually enjoy the life he would be living longer. (Umm, yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go any further writing about this book, I have to make a full disclosure.  First, I picked up this book because Shaklee recently introduced a resveratrol product called &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/healthyhomes/vivix"&gt;Vivix&lt;/a&gt;, and I thought reviewing this book might give me an excuse to talk about it (which it will).  Second, I really just skimmed this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I picked it up, I was afraid it would be a rather dry book, focused on scientific studies and full of medical jargon.  For the most part, that was true.  It is full of interesting ideas, and I did learn a lot, but I could not read every word.  If you're a scientist or a science buff, I'm sure this book would hold your interest more than it did mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am glad that I picked it up.  I learned quite a bit from it, and was encouraged by some of Dr. Maroon's statements.  A bit of background for you: Dr. Maroon is a world-renowned neurosugeon and has been the team neurosurgeon for the Pittsburgh Steelers for the past 25 years - just a few tidbits from his bio on the back flap of the book.  He's also a triathlete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, a warning if you are one who holds to creation science: the first part of the book is quite heavy on evolutionary biology and the history of genetic research.  Ironically, Chapter 1 opens with excerpts from Genesis chapter 1 of the Bible.  Honestly, I mostly skipped this part of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon introduces an interesting idea which I hadn't really thought about until the past few years.  On pages 21-22, he talks about the difference between chronological and physiological age.  "chronological age - the number of years you've lived - doesn't necessarily correlate with physiological age."  I've noticed it on a personal level.  We had neighbors in Florida who I thought were at least 10 to 15 years older than Glen and I.  Imagine my shock to discover they were actually 5 years &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;younger&lt;/span&gt; than us!  Their physiological age was much older than their chronological age.  Then again, my grandmother at 88 acted much younger than her age - her church friends were always shocked at how old she was.  (She's slowed down a lot since then, but at age 91, still lives at home.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon's example is quite impressive - on pg 22 he has a picture of one of his patients, professional wrestler Bruno Sammartino.  If all you do is pick up this book and look at the picture, it's worth it.  It's a picture of Sammartino at age 27 next to a picture of him at 70.  Except for less hair, they look remarkably the same.  It's amazing to see what is possible of we care for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other favorite part of the book is Part II: The Australian Extract.  It tells the story of Peter Voigt - a biochemist turned businessman who bought a vineyard.  His practical story of a struggling vineyard, working to find a use for what he felt was the excess waste of grape skins &amp; seeds after making wine, and his success against many odds was riveting.  I think it was the only part of the book I read in its entirety.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming too long already, so let me just lift out some of my favorite quotes from Dr. Maroon for you to ponder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 76 "With time and experience, however, I have come to realize the importance of preventive medicine.  How much better it would be to prevent disease and improve health in later life rather than to prolong, at time, misery, and even dying.  How much better it would be to help people stay in relatively good health until death came."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 278 "Unfortunately, all too physicians and health-care practitioners devote much time to preventive medicine.  They are rewarded financially for fixing people's health after it breaks down, not for maintenance.  Similarly, the profits of pharmaceutical companies are dependent on age-related diseases rather than on their prevention..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly Dr. Maroon!  Two of my main reasons why I like Shaklee so much - focus on preventing disease and improving health and doing both in harmony with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I didn't expect to find in Dr. Maroon's book was recipes.  However, there are a bunch of them - several of which look good enough that I'm going to copy them down before I return the book.  I could explain why he includes recipes, but that would include words like 'xeno factor' and 'polyphenol' - so I'll let you read it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, so that you know, on page 193, Dr. Maroon talks briefly about Shaklee's resveratrol product, &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/healthyhomes/vivix"&gt;Vivix&lt;/a&gt;.  Which isn't really a resveratrol product as much as it is a "Mixed Polyphenol Product" - as Dr. Maroon calls it.  He doesn't give his opinion whether he likes it or not, just gives the facts.  It's the only 'Mixed Polyphenol Product' in the book, so I'd say it's pretty unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line: if you're wondering what all the hype about resveratrol is about, this book explains it very well.  It's worth a read if you're a scientist or science buff, and certainly worth a quick read-through if you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And a quick apology - I didn't expect this post on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Longevity Factor&lt;/span&gt; to be quite so &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;.  OK, couldn't resist the pun!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-3899727571644992555?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/3899727571644992555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=3899727571644992555&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3899727571644992555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3899727571644992555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/03/longevity-factor.html' title='The Longevity Factor'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScqOti6XUbI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yg4tp6ZrltI/s72-c/longevity+factor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-324866227570071388</id><published>2009-03-24T22:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T14:08:33.144-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Sweet Little Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScmoN7ctE6I/AAAAAAAAADw/A0kGi9cAhSM/s1600-h/Anna+%26+Lydia+at+piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScmoN7ctE6I/AAAAAAAAADw/A0kGi9cAhSM/s200/Anna+%26+Lydia+at+piano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316965792337433506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Tuesday mornings, my kids and I are privileged to watch sweet little Lucy, the daughter of a good friend.  Lucy comes to our house while my friend attends &lt;a href="http://www.bsfinternational.org/"&gt;Bible Study Fellowship&lt;/a&gt; with her son.  We've all become quite attached to little Lucy - she's talking now and has quit taking her morning naps, so we get to enjoy her more now than when she first started coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is in charge of collecting Lucy from her mom when she comes in the morning because I'm usually reading to Lydia and Isaac.  After we're done with school, Lydia is in charge of playing with Lucy while I read to Nathaniel and Anna.  Lydia loves being in charge.  She finds dolls and purses for Lucy to carry and when it's warm enough, Lydia takes Lucy outside to play in the yard and go down the slide.  They're cute together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, she ran to the piano when Anna started practicing.  Anna didn't mind at all. (Her attitude would have been completely different had it been anyone else joining her on the piano!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all enjoy Lucy - we'll miss her this summer, and next year she'll be old enough to go to BSF.  I know she'll win hearts there too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-324866227570071388?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/324866227570071388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=324866227570071388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/324866227570071388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/324866227570071388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/03/sweet-little-lucy.html' title='Sweet Little Lucy'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/ScmoN7ctE6I/AAAAAAAAADw/A0kGi9cAhSM/s72-c/Anna+%26+Lydia+at+piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-9087312404810986313</id><published>2009-03-18T20:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:57:19.938-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heath'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='communication'/><title type='text'>Made to Stick</title><content type='html'>Last year I read an article in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;US News and World Report&lt;/span&gt; about Chip and Dan Heath, brothers who wrote a book together called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Made to Stick: Why Some Ideas Survive and Others Die&lt;/span&gt;.  I enjoyed the article so much, I tore it out of the magazine to remind myself to read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I didn't remember it until I spotted the book on the shelf behind the registers at the bookstore mentioned in the previous post.  I was thrilled to find it available at my local library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've finished it, I wished I had bought a copy at the bookstore so I could highlight it.  Actually, I think it will go on my 'books-to-own' list because they have a really cool 'cheat sheet' (or Clif Notes) at the end of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this book about, and why is it so interesting to me?  Well, it's a book about communicating ideas.  Some might think that it's a book for marketers, which it kind of is, but it's more than that.  It's really for anyone who wants to communicate ideas - from teachers to preachers, from parents to marketers, and anyone in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I knew quite a few of the principles the Heath brothers share in this book.  However, the book gives me a big picture and a great outline for making ideas stick and communicating effectively.  And, as an added bonus, this book is easy to read - even though Chip Heath is a professor at Stanford University.  They've done a good job of creating a book that 'sticks.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what exactly makes ideas stick?&lt;br /&gt;Ideas must be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas must be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas must be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;concrete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas must be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;credible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas must be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas must be communicated in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, ideas don't NEED to be all of the above, but the more categories checked off, the better chance of people remembering it.  And, what's the point of communicating ideas if people don't remember them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkled throughout the book are "Clinics," where the Heaths share real-life circumstances and how the principles they discuss makes a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, did you know that the slogan "Don't Mess with Texas" started as an anti-littering campaign?  That's one sticky idea that grew to have a life of its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you can't have a book about sticky ideas without plenty of stories of Nordstrom's customer service (&lt;a href="http://www.mobium.com/blog/2008/08/15/nordstrom-i-we-are-never-ever-gonna-part/"&gt;like the ones from my sister's blog&lt;/a&gt;), which this one does.  But the Heaths include plenty of other stories, including ones from a high school journalism class, from the World Bank, from a non-profit seminar in Florida (among plenty of others).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most important ideas the authors discuss in the book is the "Curse of Knowledge."  It's hard for us to imagine not knowing what it is we know, so it's hard for us to communicate in ways that people without our knowledge base can understand.  "You know things that others don't know, and you can't remember what it was like not to know those things.  So when you get around to sharing the Answer, you'll tend to communicate &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;as if your audience were you&lt;/span&gt;." (pg 245)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This book is filled with normal people facing normal problems who did amazing things simply by applying these principles (even if they weren't aware that they were doing it). ... Their names aren't sticky, but their stories are." (pg 251)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Made to Stick&lt;/span&gt; is a practical tool for normal people who need to communicate ideas and want people to remember those ideas.  Put it on your list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-9087312404810986313?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/9087312404810986313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=9087312404810986313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/9087312404810986313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/9087312404810986313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/03/made-to-stick.html' title='Made to Stick'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5353947258166795630</id><published>2009-03-17T20:52:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:56:29.988-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medved'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='america'/><title type='text'>The 10 Big Lies about America</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago I was in a bookstore with my girlfriend.  She was looking for a workbook for her son, and I was enjoying browsing without the kids.  As she was checking out, I glanced over the shelves behind the registers and exclaimed, "I see at least three books here I want to read!"  I quickly memorized the titles, wrote them down when I got home and looked for them at my local library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently just finished the first one - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The 10 Big Lies about America: Combating Destructive Distortions about our Nation&lt;/span&gt; by Michael Medved.  How could you not be interested in a book with that title?  In fact, my husband picked it up and started reading it and occasionally fought over who's turn it was to read it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out - it's good.  Quite intellectual, well-documented - not really a book that you would pick up for a quick read before bed.  I will, if I remember (!), add this book to my children's high school American history course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you're curious - here's a list of the lies Michael Medved refutes in this book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "America was founded on genocide against Native Americans"&lt;br /&gt;2. "The United States is uniquely guilty for the crime of slavery, and based its wealth on stolen African labor."&lt;br /&gt;3. "The founders intended a secular, not Christian, nation."&lt;br /&gt;4. "America has always been a multicultural society, strengthened by diversity."&lt;br /&gt;5. "The power of big business hurts the country and oppresses the people."&lt;br /&gt;6. "Government programs offer the only remedy for economic downturns and poverty."&lt;br /&gt;7. "America is an imperialist nation and a constant threat to world peace."&lt;br /&gt;8. "The two-party system is broken, and we urgently need a viable third party."&lt;br /&gt;9. "A war on the middle class means less comfort and opportunity for the average American."&lt;br /&gt;10. "America is in the midst of an irreversible moral decline."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic that most interested me was number 9 - the 'war on the middle class.'  What really sparked my interest in that topic was the book I read last year titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Not) Keeping Up with Our Parents&lt;/span&gt; (which I wrote about in December's post "An Emotional Month of Reading").  In that book, Nan Mooney interviews people like her, struggling to keep up with her parents standard of living from her childhood.  Some would say it supports the fact that the middle class is disappearing from our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medved's response to the 'war on the middle class' is only 22 pages long, but pretty convincing.  On pg 211 he quotes a May 7, 2007 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;USA Today&lt;/span&gt; headline, " 'Gas or Gamble? Economy Forces Some to Choose.' "  The article profiles Carlos Bueno, a 32-year-old father of three who works for a utility company.  In the article, he says he's going to have to cancel his family's trip to gamble and their annual trip to the Dominican Republic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medved's response: "It's easy to feel sympathetic toward presumably hardworking family men such as Mr. Bueno, but if a 32-year-old utility company employee could previously afford three annual casino trips (costing, he said, $1,500) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; yearly vacations with his wife and three kids to the Caribbean, then how "harsh" could the economy really be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted - the economy is a lot worse now than when he was writing this book - but still.  My husband and I could not have afforded such vacations even when the economy was at it's best.  Not that we would chose to spend our money that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medved's main point is that people have lost perspective on how much we (as a country and economy) have gained over the past century or so.  We have luxuries that even the very wealthy couldn't even dream of then - indoor plumbing, electricity, telephones, various appliances, etc.  During times of economic hardship we have to tighten our belts, cancel vacations and gain some historical perspective(my words, not his).  Medved says, "[M]ost members of the real middle class are too smart, and too busy counting blessings and seizing opportunities, to believe the lie that they are losers." (pg 231)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medved ends his book with some observations about our "Abnormal Nation."  "Lies about America proliferate precisely because no one shrugs off the United States as a nation like any other, with the usual mix of strengths, flaws, and eccentricities.  Americans have always claimed more for ourselves ("the land of the free and home of the brave"), and those claims have produced inevitable polarization." (pg 258)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If a Spaniard or a Swede won't acknowledge how much he has benefited from the Unites states and its world leadership for ideals of liberty, free markets, and self-government, he's shallow and stupid.  But if a citizen of this favored land can't appreciate his own prodigious good fortune, his limitless opportunities as an American, then it's a case of willful ignorance and ingratitude." (pg 259)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite honestly, I am proud to be an American.  Thanks Mr. Medved for reminding me of that fact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-5353947258166795630?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/5353947258166795630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=5353947258166795630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5353947258166795630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5353947258166795630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/03/10-big-lies-about-america.html' title='The 10 Big Lies about America'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6618357264510250739</id><published>2009-03-05T13:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:55:43.645-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='housing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcginn'/><title type='text'>House Lust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SbAxDwENDuI/AAAAAAAAADo/z7NAXt8Opac/s1600-h/100_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SbAxDwENDuI/AAAAAAAAADo/z7NAXt8Opac/s200/100_0442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309797901181718242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When looking at a picture of my house with its '70's siding, you may not be surprised to hear that I recently picked up a book entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;House Lust, America's Obsession with Our Homes&lt;/span&gt; by Daniel McGinn.  I've had some serious cases of house lust in the past, particularly when my family of six was squeezed into a 1,000-square-foot townhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were in that townhouse, we had cable TV, and I loved to watch HGTV.  All those do-it-yourself shows with beautiful results, House Hunters - following home buyers who had a budget I could only &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt; of - oh, the envy I felt!  Which is why I realized I needed to just STOP WATCHING.  Oh, it was hard, but helped me to be content where I was instead of envying those poor folks who couldn't find a house with both a media room AND a pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2005, we found the house we currently live in, saw it's potential and moved.  It's about 1800 square feet - the biggest house in which we've ever lived - but I'm already feeling squeezed.  The bedrooms are small, we don't have a family room, and not even half the basement is a full basement.  Oh, I am starting to feel some house envy again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed the trend of envying other people's houses in my own life, but I was a little surprised that McGinn had enough material with which to write an entire book.  He does, however, and an interesting one at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;House Lust&lt;/span&gt;, McGinn chronicles his own compulsion with his house, and introduces us to families from different parts of the United States and their manifestations of house envy.  From 9,000-square-foot homes in Maryland to buying vacation homes in Florida, McGinn explores different housing trends in different parts of the country.  I did notice that the Midwest was rather left out of the craze, perhaps because we're not given to such extremes as the coasts? (Wishful thinking, I'm sure!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, McGinn was writing his book just before the housing bubble burst, so it feels a bit like 'old news.'  It's still very interesting though - and he addresses the housing bust briefly in his epilogue.  I think he's right - Americans will keep obsessing about their homes - perhaps differently now than three or five years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I've put aside the dream of adding a second floor to my house (although it would work well - and add so much more space).  Instead, my husband and I are focusing on one small project at a time - a new front door is first on the list, then adding a shower to our bathroom.  And I'm learning - a continuous process - to be content where I am today instead of dreaming how much better life would be in a bigger house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6618357264510250739?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6618357264510250739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6618357264510250739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6618357264510250739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6618357264510250739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/03/house-lust.html' title='House Lust'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SbAxDwENDuI/AAAAAAAAADo/z7NAXt8Opac/s72-c/100_0442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-782402285502588414</id><published>2009-03-03T11:08:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:55:00.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>To Cut or Not to Cut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sa108T-iBjI/AAAAAAAAADg/wiQuwJJTefo/s1600-h/Nathaniel%27s+really+long+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sa108T-iBjI/AAAAAAAAADg/wiQuwJJTefo/s200/Nathaniel%27s+really+long+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309028115243206194" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sa10ynUKQsI/AAAAAAAAADY/-v3wGboSiD4/s1600-h/Nathaniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sa10ynUKQsI/AAAAAAAAADY/-v3wGboSiD4/s200/Nathaniel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309027948635505346" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sa10KAv4KoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YpA-Q0zGGdE/s1600-h/Nathaniel+-+profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sa10KAv4KoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/YpA-Q0zGGdE/s200/Nathaniel+-+profile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309027251088009858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded again that I have an almost eleven-year-old.  Who is not just an extension of me or his father, but his own person with his own opinions.  Like what to do with his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad and I have harped on his hair often enough that his little sister is starting to harp too.  She's constantly telling him he needs a haircut.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathaniel, instead, wants just his bangs cut.  I say, if we cut your hair, we're going to CUT your hair.  Anna threatens to braid it, Daddy threatens to put it in a ponytail.  I occasionally take out the clippers and wave them in the air threateningly.  (Honestly, though, I don't want to clean up the mass of hair that would end up on my floor if I actually used them.  Don't tell Nathaniel.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says he'll get his hair cut after his birthday.  Which is soon enough that I think I can stand waiting.  The main issue is basketball.  He's constantly running down the court with his chin in the air, trying to see around his hair.  He claims he doesn't.  Ya, right.  Unfortunately, basketball is over before his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is HIS hair.  Guess I have to give it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-782402285502588414?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/782402285502588414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=782402285502588414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/782402285502588414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/782402285502588414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-cut-or-not-to-cut.html' title='To Cut or Not to Cut?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/Sa108T-iBjI/AAAAAAAAADg/wiQuwJJTefo/s72-c/Nathaniel%27s+really+long+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-2897939070340938275</id><published>2009-02-25T15:36:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:54:26.744-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homesteading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='braun'/><title type='text'>Letters of a Woman Homesetter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SaXBTuZdTuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yvvc6kg1jfg/s1600-h/letters+of+a+woman+homesteader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 119px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SaXBTuZdTuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yvvc6kg1jfg/s200/letters+of+a+woman+homesteader.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306860280542482146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your life is hard, pick up this book.  Or listen to the Play-Away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love! the perspective on life I get from reading (or listening) to different books.  This past weekend I drove lots and lots of hours, some of them with my ten-year-old son, so I wanted to choose something that would interest both of us.  I picked up a Lilian Jackson Braun &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cat Who&lt;/span&gt; book on CD, which we both thoroughly enjoyed.  But the highlight of the trip was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letters of a Woman Homesteader&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letters of a Woman Homesteader&lt;/span&gt; in the Play-Away section of my library's audio book section.  Play-Aways are self-contained digital books that you can listen to on headphones, or plug into an auxiliary jack in your stereo.  My husband had the foresight to purchase a car stereo unit with an auxiliary jack, so Nathaniel and I listened to the Play-Away in the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my few frustrations in operating the Play-Away while I was driving (thankfully no accidents resulted), I thoroughly enjoyed this book.  In fact, I think I'll check out the book so I can actually read it and soak in the nuances I missed while listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is actual letters from Elinore Pruitt Stewart to her former employer in Denver.  Elinore is a self-proclaimed talker, but has few visitors on the frontier.  So, instead of talking, she writes long letters to Mrs. Coney, which Mrs. Coney was smart enough to keep, and arrange to be published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds a little dry - reading letters from the early 1900s.  But Elinore, despite her limited schooling, has a natural way with words and describing life on the frontier.  I especially loved her descriptions of her "jaunts" to explore the wilderness, with her daughter (and eventually, sons) in tow.  And today we don't like to take children to the grocery store!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elinore is so cheerful and happy, focusing on her blessings and exclaiming over all the wonderful people who come across her path and all the good things that happen to her.  I couldn't help but smile while listening to her letters.  After reading the short biography on the back of the Play-Away box, I know that her life was not easy and full of her share of sorrows - orphaned, widowed and lost an infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have known Elinore personally - she seems like a gem of a woman with a great sense of humor.  I love what she said to the man in the office when she went to register her homestead.  Guess you'd better read the book to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-2897939070340938275?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/2897939070340938275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=2897939070340938275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/2897939070340938275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/2897939070340938275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/02/letters-of-woman-homesetter.html' title='Letters of a Woman Homesetter'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SaXBTuZdTuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Yvvc6kg1jfg/s72-c/letters+of+a+woman+homesteader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-8842582415642616146</id><published>2009-02-05T12:19:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:53:26.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>All I got for Christmas was..... Blue Tape?!</title><content type='html'>Last fall, when my family asked me what I was going to give my children for Christmas, I thought for a minute and said, "I'm giving them each their own roll of blue masking tape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They burst into laughter and told me, "Never send your kids to public school!  They'll find out what everyone else gets for Christmas!  Can't believe you're giving your kids TAPE for Christmas!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, they did not &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;only &lt;/span&gt;get tape for Christmas, but they each got their own roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?  They were excited about that tape too!  None more so than Isaac, my youngest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYtCnuNTslI/AAAAAAAAACo/a06kAwRORmw/s1600-h/Nathaniel+%26+isaac+with+boat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYtCnuNTslI/AAAAAAAAACo/a06kAwRORmw/s200/Nathaniel+%26+isaac+with+boat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299402636717699666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to share what prompted the gift - this extravagant creation he and his brother built together last year.  Using &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; tape.&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;And here is Isaac today.  Blissfully creating a town.  In case you're wondering, there's a store, a firehouse and lots of houses in his town.    &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYtCnWG3CSI/AAAAAAAAACg/iZlC133SfmA/s1600-h/Isaac+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYtCnWG3CSI/AAAAAAAAACg/iZlC133SfmA/s200/Isaac+close+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299402630248204578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still to come: a church and a school... and more I'm sure.  All the blue tape lines are sidewalks.  He's planning this elaborate creation so he and his friend Matt (whom I watch in the mornings when his mom is scheduled to substitute)can play the next time he comes.  Playmobil, Lightening McQueen, Legos - all those great toys can use the same space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYtCnI_iIVI/AAAAAAAAACY/x18Zoxa8wkQ/s1600-h/Isaac%27s+town.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYtCnI_iIVI/AAAAAAAAACY/x18Zoxa8wkQ/s200/Isaac%27s+town.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299402626727813458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaac's town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought blue tape was a crazy Christmas gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-8842582415642616146?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/8842582415642616146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=8842582415642616146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8842582415642616146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8842582415642616146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/02/all-i-got-for-christmas-was-blue-tape.html' title='All I got for Christmas was..... Blue Tape?!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYtCnuNTslI/AAAAAAAAACo/a06kAwRORmw/s72-c/Nathaniel+%26+isaac+with+boat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1623456159225722597</id><published>2009-02-01T21:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:52:48.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunn'/><title type='text'>The Centurion's Wife</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I met with a friend at the library and while I was waiting had a chance to walk through the 'New Book' section.  That's a very dangerous section for me!  Especially the fiction.  I admit, I love to read fiction.  However, once I start a fiction book, I have a hard time putting it down and doing anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that about myself, but still picked up a new book by two of my favorite authors, Davis Bunn and Jeanette Oke.  I've been reading these authors since I was in high school and college and own many books by each of them.  They've co-authored a whole series of books, which I started but never finished (hummm, I guess I have reading material for the beach this summer!).  They're starting another series and the first book is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Centurion's Wife&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started it last night.  And finished it today.  Admittedly, I'm a fast reader.  I also stayed up WAY too late last night, then came home from church this morning, ate a quick lunch and finished it this afternoon, leaving Glen in charge of the kids.  (I tell you - I cannot stop once I start!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic story is about a servant in the house of Pontius Pilate (Leah) and a Roman centurion (Alban) during the time of Jesus' crucifixion and resurrection. They end up betrothed (to Leah's consternation), and investigating Jesus' resurrection on behalf of Pilate &amp; his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it - the characters and their stories intrigued me and the authors developed them well.  The plot also held my attention.  The thing that interested me the most, though, was the authors' interpretation of the historical time period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most favorite authors are Brock and Bodie Thoene.  They've written dozens of novels, most recently about the same time period - when Jesus walked on earth.  One of their main characters in those books is also a Roman centurion.  They also include Mary Magdalene in their books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Thoene's books, Mary, Martha &amp; Lazarus are a wealthy family in Bethany, a little village outside of Jerusalem.  The Roman centurion is the one mentioned in the Gospels - Jesus heals his servant and commends the centurion's faith.  The centurion comes face-to-face with Jesus and cares deeply for his servant.  His struggle is how to reconcile his faith with his job (and his love for Mary Magdalene).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Davis/Oke's book, Mary, Martha &amp; Lazarus are very poor and Bethany is described as hardly a village at all - more a grouping of poorly-built hovels.  Alban, the Roman centurion, cares deeply about his servant, but never met Jesus face-to-face when asking for his servant's healing.  Throughout the book, he struggles with why Jesus commended his faith when he doesn't know what that faith is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think one interpretation is right and the other is wrong - just something interesting to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1623456159225722597?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1623456159225722597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1623456159225722597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1623456159225722597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1623456159225722597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/02/centurions-wife.html' title='The Centurion&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6052868277710154859</id><published>2009-01-31T14:46:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:51:14.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Morning Routines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT8ONxjGDI/AAAAAAAAABo/jZUuK_wBsTM/s1600-h/Isaac+breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT8ONxjGDI/AAAAAAAAABo/jZUuK_wBsTM/s200/Isaac+breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297636382840395826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT8FKWvG6I/AAAAAAAAABg/ZM2GZ1ewJvU/s1600-h/Lydia+breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT8FKWvG6I/AAAAAAAAABg/ZM2GZ1ewJvU/s200/Lydia+breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297636227303807906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT7sUTYOtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Igg8kPZemg0/s1600-h/Anna+breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT7sUTYOtI/AAAAAAAAABY/Igg8kPZemg0/s200/Anna+breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297635800477350610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT7jUYKs-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/evo1NunqBlA/s1600-h/Nathaniel+breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT7jUYKs-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/evo1NunqBlA/s200/Nathaniel+breakfast.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297635645878612962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a big, big believer in morning routines.  I think it's because even though I'm a morning person, I like to think about things other than, "What's the next thing I have to do this morning?" while I'm getting ready for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also a big believer in not starting the day with arguments.  As in "What are we having for breakfast? OH YUCK! I hate that, I'd rather have...(insert something else here)"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our family is in a pretty good morning routine.  We have a schedule for what we eat for breakfast - no questions, arguments or complaining.  For example, Mondays are always oatmeal and Wednesdays are always eggs &amp; bagels.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I've taught my oldest how to make breakfast, so 6 days out of 7, he makes it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know - you're asking "Just how exactly is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;a problem?"  The problem now is not the how, but the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;of making breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to start school about 8 a.m. so we can finish school before lunch.  Which means the kids need to be eating breakfast about 7:30. But if breakfast isn't started on time, it throws off our routine.  And more often than not, it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been tempted to set an alarm clock for my oldest. But old habits die hard.  I cannot stand the thought of setting his alarm and then him or his brother sleeping in until 6:30 and it waking them up (which is unlikely - I can count on one hand the number of times either of them has slept past 6:30 a.m. in the last 10 years). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be passing the baton, so to speak, and teaching my oldest daughter how to make breakfast, and make it her responsibility and move my oldest to dinner.  But of all my children, she's the one who will sleep past 6:30 a.m. (Can you see her sleepy eyes in the picture?  And that was at 8 a.m.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep thinking some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6052868277710154859?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6052868277710154859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6052868277710154859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6052868277710154859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6052868277710154859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/01/morning-routines.html' title='Morning Routines'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/SYT8ONxjGDI/AAAAAAAAABo/jZUuK_wBsTM/s72-c/Isaac+breakfast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-4507142711571862844</id><published>2009-01-27T14:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:52:15.434-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We're always learning</title><content type='html'>And I've learned something new today.  I thought that if I saved posts, and waited to publish them, the date they would show up would be the date which I published them.  Not so.  They publish in the order in which I've written them, not published them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I published three previously written posts:  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cure Unknown&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Tribes &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Word-of-Mouth Advertising&lt;/span&gt;.  You'll have to scroll down to read them, since they're not in any particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted you to know, in case you were interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little foolish, but hey - I learned something new today!  Hope you did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case you were wondering - yes, I did read all these books in the month in which I wrote the posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm rereading the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;/span&gt; series - a beginning-of-the-year tradition for me that started when the movies were released around the holiday season.  I watch the DVDs between Christmas and New Year (one disk a night), and read the books after I'm done with the DVDs.  Geeky, I know.  But a fun tradition I hope to share with my children, when they're old enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-4507142711571862844?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/4507142711571862844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=4507142711571862844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4507142711571862844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4507142711571862844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/01/were-always-learning.html' title='We&apos;re always learning'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5648013843422316735</id><published>2009-01-24T16:15:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:50:23.306-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyme disease'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weintraub'/><title type='text'>Cure Unknown: Inside the Lyme Epidemic</title><content type='html'>Here's the third book which made for emotional December reading!  I certainly didn't expect this book to make me emotional when I picked it up at the library.  But, knowing two women in my life who've been affected by Lyme's Disease made this book more real to me than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cure Unknown: Inside the Lyme Epidemic&lt;/span&gt; by Pamela Weintraub sounds like it could be a bit of a dry, scientific look at a notorious disease.  However, it is everything but dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One reason why is because Weintraub herself, and her family, have all been - or currently are - patients suffering from Lyme Disease.  The book is not all about her family's health struggles, but seeing life from their perspective helps put a face on the Lyme epidemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weintraub also delves into the science, medicine and studies of Lyme Disease.  I have to admit, I'm sure than scientists or medical professionals will get more from that part of the book than I did.  I did read most of those parts, but I think my eyes glazed over a bit.  The main thing I learned is that the research of Lyme have been colored by the professions/pursuits of the first scientists to study it, and by the medical establishment, to the detriment of Lyme patients across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parts of the book that moved me the most are the stories of the different families from all parts of the US who struggled to discover why their children were so sick for so many years - and the medical professionals who struggled to help them the best way they knew how, often rejected by their peers and the rest of the medical establishment, but adored by their patients.  After reading their stories, struggles, small victories, I feel I have just a bit better understanding (certainly not a full understanding) of what the women I know are going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know someone who has (or had) Lyme, read this book.  If you live in an area where Lyme is an issue (which is most of the US), read this book.  If you're not sure what exactly Lyme Disease is, read this book.  One of the reasons I picked this book up is because my friend's children also tested positive for Lyme.  As we talked about it, I expressed concern for my family, and she recommended becoming familiar with the symptoms of Lyme and getting them tested if I saw any symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've certainly educated myself on the topic of Lyme, and if I have any suspicions, I will be insisting on tests and treatments.  I'd recommend you do the same thing - there is too much at stake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-5648013843422316735?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/5648013843422316735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=5648013843422316735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5648013843422316735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5648013843422316735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/01/cure-unknown-inside-lyme-epidemic.html' title='Cure Unknown: Inside the Lyme Epidemic'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-3503311885813809905</id><published>2009-01-24T15:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:49:48.943-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mormon sect'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='autobiography'/><title type='text'>Stolen Innocence</title><content type='html'>I realize with the hustle and bustle of the holidays, I did not write about the other book that made my reading in December so emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full title of the book is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stolen Innocence: My Story of Growing Up in a Polygamous Sect, Becoming a Teenage Bride, and Breaking Free of Warren Jeffs&lt;/span&gt; by Elissa Wall.  Quite a long title, and quite a thick book.  However, it was hard for me to break free of this book to take care of my family and holiday responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elissa Wall is still very young - she looks like a teenager in the most recent picture of her in the book.  Yet, she's been through so much in those few years - one reason why I was emotional when I read this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her autobiography is quite detailed, giving the background of her parents and the religion in which she grew up. She tells about following the prophet, the conflicts that arose in a house with several wives and over a dozen children, and the stress following the prophet brought to their family.  Included in the middle of the book is several pages of pictures of Elissa's childhood, her family and her wedding day and the trial in which she testified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that made me so emotional was her struggle against the world in which she grew up - yet it was the only world she knew.  She honestly tells of her struggles to avoid her arranged marriage, to find her missing siblings, and to leave the community in which she grew up.  Her story made me realize more fully how important and vital a broad education is for children.  It also made me realize that the ability to ask questions and to investigate answers is also so important for children - for adults.  Otherwise our world is so small and limiting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could say anything to Elissa personally, it would be: "I applaud you for your courage - your courage to break free, your courage to testify in court, and your courage to tell the world your very personal story which you shared with so few people before you wrote this book.  Thank you for sharing of yourself, for keeping hope alive for your younger sisters, for helping me to see the world from your perspective.  You have enriched my life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions worth feeling, a book worth reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-3503311885813809905?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/3503311885813809905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=3503311885813809905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3503311885813809905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3503311885813809905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2009/01/stolen-innocence.html' title='Stolen Innocence'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-7552507647076909631</id><published>2008-12-18T21:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:47:26.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mooney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economy'/><title type='text'>An Emotional Month of Reading</title><content type='html'>I've had a book titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Not) Keeping Up with Our Parents&lt;/span&gt; by Nan Mooney on my reading list for several months - probably a year.  I spotted it at our local library a couple of weeks ago, and snatched it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised at the emotional response this book evoked in me, especially since most of the book reads like a report or thesis (complete with end notes), with a few anecdotes thrown in.  I expected more interviews and anecdotes.  Mooney introduces topics with anecdotes, and supports their experiences with research and general observations of American culture today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What emotions did this book elicit?  Relief - my husband and I are not alone in my struggles in this economy.  Sadness - that people in my generation are facing these issues.  Relief - again - that I was able to graduate from college without any student loan debt, unlike almost everyone interviewed in this book.  Sorrow - again - wondering what assumptions and expectations do we have as a generation and as a society that we feel so 'on the brink' of survival?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooney's message throughout the book is that we, as a society, need to pressure the government to continue to pressure the government to provide health care, child care and retirement funding so that people can feel safe.  She scoffs at the individualistic spirit that America is founded upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that America was more founded upon individual responsibility within a community than individualistic spirit.  In our homeschool for the past year and a half, my children and I have been studying American history.  I have been struck by the intense sense of community in the books we've been reading.  While people generally felt a high sense of personal responsibility, I've noticed that rarely did people live in isolation from some sort of community.  Even in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Little House on the Prairie&lt;/span&gt;, the Ingalls depended upon their neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps part of our underlying sense of panic - financial and in general - is a result of our isolation from community - our near neighbors and our faith communities.  Before our parents' and grandparents' generations, our families and our faith communities gave a sense of security.  The idea that no matter what happened, we could get through it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That changed with the Great Depression, when collectively, society looked to the government.  Today, however, the government has proved it's not a great steward of money and responsibility for our personal financial security.  No matter how hard it is for my family to make it financially, I do not want to hand over more taxes to the government, assuming that they'll take good care of my children, my health or my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line:  our security should rest in a personal relationship with Yahweh, not in our government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this book, I am all the more committed to working with my children to get them through college without any school loans.  From what I read, in most of the people's lives profiled in this book, the student loan payments are the proverbial 'straw the breaks the camel's back.'  That, and child care costs.  Which is why it makes sense for a parent to stay home with their children when they're young.  It's certainly worth crunching numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading Mooney's book, I see similar symptoms not only in my family, but also in those of my friends.  However, I think the cause of those symptoms are different than her conclusions.  As a society as a whole, we've shifted away from local, faith-based communities, we have high, perhaps unrealistic, expectations of what our lives should be like, we have become dependent upon debt to finance that life which has left a huge burden on our shoulders, and we have shifted away from the traditional family model of society - mother, father and children at home with a loving parent or family member as a caretaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my case, we've made some choices with hard consequences, which has made it hard for us.  Plus, we live in a high-cost area, which squeezes our dollars more.  However, my faith is in Yahweh, who sees me, my family and will provide in ways I cannot see.  And just because we cannot save right now for our children's college education doesn't mean that we won't have the income to pay for it when the time comes.  Especially if we can continue to be disciplined in managing our expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of income - if you feel a sense of affinity with Mooney's book, I'd recommend to you also read &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cash-Flow Quadrant&lt;/span&gt; by Robert Kiyosaki.  A new economy requires new thinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-7552507647076909631?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/7552507647076909631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=7552507647076909631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7552507647076909631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7552507647076909631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotional-month-of-reading.html' title='An Emotional Month of Reading'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-6598151810297877899</id><published>2008-12-02T16:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T13:46:10.729-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='godin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tribes'/><title type='text'>Tribes</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=healthyhomes-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=1591842336&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed this little book from Seth Godin.  It's more of a theoretical book about how and why tribes are formed rather than a 'how-to' guide to building your own tribe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be wondering, "What exactly IS a tribe?"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good question.  According to the book flap, a tribe "is any group of people, large or small, who are connected to one another, a leader, and an idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribes are nothing new, but using technology to create tribes is a rather new concept, and one that Godin explores in this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no chapters in this book, which I found a little frustrating because I wanted to go back and review and think over some things more.   However, it's so small, that re-reading the entire book is not overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I want to do just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing for me was recognizing examples of tribes in my own life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-6598151810297877899?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/6598151810297877899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=6598151810297877899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6598151810297877899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/6598151810297877899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribes.html' title='Tribes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-2106700005943399996</id><published>2008-12-02T15:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:45:59.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Myth of Multi-Tasking</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=healthyhomes-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=0470372257&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book in about an hour in the van on the way home from a family trip.  It's a very easy read, told in story form, but with helpful forms in the back that you can copy and use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In it, a consultant works with a CEO on becoming more effective in her job and in her life.  The author explores topics that I've been thinking about recently - how I'm working on three things at once and it's taking me three times longer to get them all done, plus then I'm ignoring my children or having to ask them to repeat a question three times because I switch my focus in the middle of their question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I even read this book, I was trying to focus on one thing at a time, keep lists for things I need to do later and divide my days into segments in which I can focus my attention on one person or project.  Obviously, a difficult thing when I'm teaching four children at home.  However, reading this book enforced what I am trying to do, and gave me hope that I am on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a strong believer in multi-tasking, this book is a definite must-read.  It might even change your thinking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-2106700005943399996?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/2106700005943399996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=2106700005943399996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/2106700005943399996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/2106700005943399996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/12/myth-of-multi-tasking.html' title='The Myth of Multi-Tasking'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-8095769643234809738</id><published>2008-12-02T15:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:44:41.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Word-of-Mouth Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=healthyhomes-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=1601380119&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=FFFFFF&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found many useful tips for creating buzz for my own business in Lynn Thorne's book with the really, really long title: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Word-of-Mouth Advertising, Online &amp; Off, How to Spark Buzz, Excitment, &amp; Free Publicity For Your Business or Organization, With Little or No Money&lt;/span&gt;.  Honestly, it almost seems like the title was search-engine optimized (read the book if you're not sure what that is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoyed Thorne's sense of humor.  A couple of times I laughed out loud.  It made the book an easy read, and got her point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not say Thorne has introduced any new ideas as much as consolidated current thought into an easy-to-read how-to guide for word-of-mouth marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even includes a chapter for non-profits in particular, which I found interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I appreciated about Thorne's book is that she includes a discussion of ethics in marketing - really common sense things for anyone with common sense.  But since so many of us don't exhibit signs of common sense, she covers them in Chapter 10 just to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Table of Contents is very detailed so you can find the topic you want to read about very quickly.  Plus, each chapter includes an "Afterwords" - a summery of the main points covered in that chapter - great for skimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the copy I read at the library, but I think this would be an excellent reference book for my personal library.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-8095769643234809738?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/8095769643234809738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=8095769643234809738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8095769643234809738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/8095769643234809738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/12/word-of-mouth-advertising.html' title='Word-of-Mouth Advertising'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-4434557361307868692</id><published>2008-12-02T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:54:52.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=healthyhomes-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=8&amp;l=as1&amp;asins=0739336487&amp;fc1=000000&amp;IS2=1&amp;lt1=_blank&amp;m=amazon&amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;bc1=000000&amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;f=ifr" style="width:120px;height:240px;" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My children were the first to find these "Rabbit Ears Treasury of..." CDs at our local library.  This is the one we checked out - "Rabbit Ears Treasury of Fairy Tales."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, my first impression was, "What a rip-off!"  There were only four stories and each one takes about a half-hour to tell because of all the musical interludes they include.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, by the time we finished the entire treasury (2 CDs), I had completely changed my mind.  We all LOVE these CDs!  I cannot call them books on CD, because they're not.  The librarian who checked us out thought they were movies, which they are most definitely not.  They're tales, told by celebrities with original music composition to accompany them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this particular CD, my favorite is 'The Talking Eggs' set in the bayou of Louisiana.  Sissy Spacek brings the story to life and the music by BeauSoleil sets my feet to tapping.  I could listen to this story again and again.  In fact, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a whole bunch of titles in the "Rabbit Ears Treasury of..." series.  So far, we've also enjoyed the "Tall Tales" (Nicolas Cages' Davy Crockett is outstanding! and my kids love Garrison Keillor's Johnny Appleseed), "World Tales" and "Fables."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not hesitate to pick up any title in this series, because I'm sure that we would all enjoy them - from the five-year-old to the 10-year-old to the ??-year-old mom - and that's quite a feat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-4434557361307868692?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/4434557361307868692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=4434557361307868692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4434557361307868692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4434557361307868692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-favorite.html' title='A Family Favorite'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5275406985655917863</id><published>2008-08-30T10:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:46:39.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Climate Confusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1594032106?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=healthyhomes-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=1594032106"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="519Byel46WL._SL160_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=healthyhomes-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=1594032106" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marked so many pages in this book, that I hardly know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thoroughly enjoyed &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1594032106?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=healthyhomes-20&amp;amp;link_code=as3&amp;amp;camp=211189&amp;amp;creative=373489&amp;amp;creativeASIN=1594032106"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Climate Confusion: How Global Warming Hysteria Leads to Bad Science, Pandering Politicians and Misguided Policies that Hurt the Poor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;by Roy W. Spencer.  That's a really long title, but the book is quite readable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title was so long, in fact, I hestitated in picking it up at my library when I saw it on the shelf.  But I couldn't help it when I saw the 'pandering politicians' and 'hurt the poor.'  I decided to give it a try at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer is the Principal Research Scientist at the University of Alabama in Huntsville.  A title which would make you think that you'd go cross-eyed reading a book he's written unless you, too, were a climate research scientist.  Au contraire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spencer is smart, no doubt about it.  He's thoughtful, logical and, can you believe it?, funny too.  He's a scientist who hasn't let his intellect go to his head.  He writes in a very accessible style, rather sarcastic at times, but very clear.  I easily followed his logic, and his humor.  Many times I laughed out loud at his characterizations of the media and politicians.  They were so true - I know because I was a political reporter for a short while, and was a TV news producer for several years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the book, Spencer makes his case about the climate confusion - how our society and world is getting caught up in the global warming hysteria, but the science behind it is anything but solid.  And, when our society bases policy on bad science, we hurt more people than we help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would highly recommend Spencer's book.  You'll enjoy reading it, and learn something too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-5275406985655917863?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/5275406985655917863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=5275406985655917863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5275406985655917863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5275406985655917863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/08/climate-confusion.html' title='Climate Confusion'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-5477529910672437072</id><published>2008-07-23T12:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:49:14.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Corpse Walker</title><content type='html'>I just finished &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/037542542X?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=healthyhomes-20&amp;link_code=as3&amp;camp=211189&amp;creative=373489&amp;creativeASIN=037542542X"&gt;The Corpse Walker: Real-life stories, China from the Bottom Up &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;by Liao Yiwu.  It was a fascinating read.  I found myself pulled into the stories of 27 people Yiwu interviewed - from the migrant worker to the former Red Guard to the 103-year-old Buddhist Abbot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are "voices from the bottom of Chinese social outcasts," whom Yiwu talked with over several years.  This book is just a few of the interviews he's done, taken from his original work in Chinese which spanned three volumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are first-hand accounts of the famine of 1959-1962, the Cultural Revolution, Tiananmen Square, and other events in recent Chinese history. Theirs are heartbreaking, shocking experiences of torture and abuse at the hands of government officials and the fanatical following of Mao's words which turned the culture upside down and ruined the countryside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiwu does an excellent job of honestly recording the interviewees voice, viewpoint and experiences.  As a result, some interviews are full of swear words.  However, if you want an unwashed view of how the Chinese have survived the past 50 years, this is a book for you to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-5477529910672437072?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/5477529910672437072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=5477529910672437072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5477529910672437072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/5477529910672437072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/07/corpse-walker.html' title='The Corpse Walker'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-899415420976417364</id><published>2008-07-22T19:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:13:39.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lasting Contribution</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/274839682_5d38eb25aa.jpg?v=1161378693"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/115/274839682_5d38eb25aa.jpg?v=1161378693" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lasting Contribution&lt;/span&gt; is the title of book by Tad Waddington.  This guy is one smart dude.  He's got a masters of divinity from the University of Chicago and a PhD in something about statistics.  You can read all about it in the back of the book.  His emphasis at UC was the history of chinese religions, and it clearly shows in this little book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The front flap says, "This book is for everyone."  Perhaps everyone but me.  I'm not a philosopher by nature or training, and many of the words he used were completely new to me.  There's a handy glossary at the back of the book, which I discovered when I was done reading it.  I guess I wasn't really in the mood to learn a whole new vocabulary in order to really sink my teeth into this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote quite a few quotes down in my journal from his book - like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 6 "...when does think before acting and when thinkers take action, remarkable results follow.  When doers don't think before acting and when thinkers don't act, good people's efforts fail to acheive their full impact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 15 "It's not about smarts, but discipline." - this really resonated with me because I just finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carry on, Mr. Bowditch&lt;/span&gt; to my children in school.  Nathaniel Bowditch was one smart guy, but he achieved a lot because of his discipline.  It was an awesome example of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Deciding what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; to do is crucial."  Something I need to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, from my perspective, Waddington takes the entire book to explain why someone should want to contribute and all the causes leading to a lasting contribution... but without an ultimate reason.  He clearly states in his book (pg 87), quoting someone named Bronowski, " 'There is no absolute knowledge.  ... all information is imperfect.  We have to treat it with humility.  That is the human condition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - yes and no.  I believe that there is One who is Absolute Knowledge, and He decided to share some of it with us - through the Holy Scriptures and the person of Jesus Christ.  We still have to treat our understanding of the Bible with humility because, as Isaiah writes, "His thoughts are not our thoughts.  His ways are not our ways."  There's a lot about God we do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, he tries to make a case for a purpose in life without the True Purpose.  He writes on page 90 that 'Ethics and action are inseperable."  James wrote the same thing in the New Testament "Faith without works is dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Rich Mullins' version: "Faith without works is like a screen door on a submarine."  Rather useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could sum up my impression of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Lasting Contribution&lt;/span&gt; with the lyrics of another Rich Mullins song, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maker of Noses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;When I turn to the world they gave me this advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said boy you just follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;But my heart just led me into my chest&lt;br /&gt;They said follow your nose&lt;br /&gt;But the direction changed every time I went and turned my head&lt;br /&gt;And they said boy you just follow your dreams&lt;br /&gt;But my dreams were only misty notions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My response would echo that of Mullins': &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the Father of hearts and the Maker of noses&lt;br /&gt;And the Giver of dreams He's the one I have chosen&lt;br /&gt;And I will follow Him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-899415420976417364?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/899415420976417364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=899415420976417364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/899415420976417364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/899415420976417364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/07/lasting-contribution.html' title='A Lasting Contribution'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-4231525047521949336</id><published>2008-07-12T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T11:46:14.511-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some thought-provoking quotes</title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nurtured by Love&lt;/span&gt; by Shinichi Suzuki.  A piano teacher I've been talking with recommended I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized how western my mindset is while I was reading this book.  I found I had to lay it down frequently because I was irritated by the wanderings of Suzuki's mind.  In one part, he started a story about an expedition he was on in Japan, followed his thoughts down many different roads and finished the story quite a few pages later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, he said a few things that caught my attention and made me think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 54 "Whatever work it may be, the way to success is, after all, to stick to one's intentions to the very last.  Everyone is able to do it; it depends only on one's will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pg 56 "Without stopping, without haste, carefully taking a step at a time forward will surely get you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 89 "Harmony - in order to achieve it, one person must gracefully give in to the other, and it is nobler to be the one who gives in than the one who forces the other to give in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 99 "There is no merit in just thinking about doing something.  The result is exactly the same as not thinking about it.  It is only doing the thing that counts.  I shall acquire the habit of doing what I have in mind to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pg 106 "Children are really educated in the home..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-4231525047521949336?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/4231525047521949336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=4231525047521949336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4231525047521949336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/4231525047521949336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-thought-provoking-quotes.html' title='Some thought-provoking quotes'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-3036405368726144245</id><published>2008-01-24T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:19:34.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, A Memoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As women, we tend to be more emotional – especially about money.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Liz Perle explores those emotions in her book &lt;i style=""&gt;Money, A Memoir: Women, Emotions, and Cash.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s an interesting journey, allowing Perle to exorcise many of her own demons about money and what she expects of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I imagine that many of us have the same – or similar – emotional issues with cash.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Perle does too – and proves it by an impressive array of interviews with women across the economic scale.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s amazing to me that no matter the socio-economic scale, the emotions were basically the same:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;fear, anxiety, longing for security and comfort we think money can bring us.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In her prologue, Perle writes, “for the most part, it was maturity and experience that created harmony and acceptance. … The women I found who had the healthiest relationships possessed an honesty and a clarity about what money could, and couldn’t do for their lives.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They’d managed to unpack their emotions from their finances, and they took care of themselves with confidence.”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The rest of the book recounts her journey to understanding why some women have a healthy relationship with money, what precipitated her own unhealthy relationship, and in the end what she learns she can and cannot expect from money.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found &lt;i style=""&gt;Money, A Memoir&lt;/i&gt; somewhat uncomfortable to read personally – I don’t have the emotional attachment to money Perle does/did.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of putting my trust in money, I'd rather put my trust in God – &lt;a href="http://www.ourhealthyhomes.com/spirituallyhealthy.html"&gt;the personal, loving God of the Bible whom I know through Jesus.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bottom line, it’s worth the read.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It prompted me to examine my thoughts and feelings about money.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-3036405368726144245?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/3036405368726144245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=3036405368726144245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3036405368726144245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/3036405368726144245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/01/money-memoir.html' title='Money, A Memoir'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-1148034812292129523</id><published>2008-01-17T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T12:21:38.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=203432521-16012008&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana&gt;&lt;EM&gt;This is something I  wrote several years ago - but a great reminder for me today as I look at my  family, my volunteer work and my business....&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;SPAN class=203432521-16012008&gt;&lt;EM&gt;&lt;FONT  face=Verdana&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;Oh,&amp;nbsp;&lt;SPAN class=203432521-16012008&gt;letting go  is&lt;/SPAN&gt;&amp;nbsp;hard - especially for perfectionists! But, if you're going to  build a successful business, then you've got to learn to let go.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT  style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Let go of the perfect house.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The dishes  may sit a little longer than usual.&lt;BR&gt;The toys may pile on  occasion.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Let go of the perfect  business.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You won't have all the time in the world to work. Pick your  priorities carefully.&lt;BR&gt;Some things will not get done, or will not get done as  well as you'd like.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;FONT style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;Let go of the  perfect family.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Determine to take time to make memories with your  children, but don't feel the need to be their entertainment. It's better for  them developmentally, and better for you emotionally.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Learning to let go  is hard. Today, decide one thing you can let go, so you can focus on your family  or on your business.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Mine: I'm taking the rest of this afternoon off to  take my children to the pool. We'll create memories, and be so exhausted we'll  all drop into bed tonight. I'm letting go of clearing out my e-mail box today,  which is clogged with e-mails from the weekend. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;What are you letting  go&lt;SPAN class=203432521-16012008&gt;?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN class=203432521-16012008&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV&gt;&lt;FONT face=Tahoma&gt;&lt;SPAN class=203432521-16012008&gt;&lt;A  href="http://www.ourhealthyhomes.com"&gt;www.ourhealthyhomes.com&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-1148034812292129523?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/1148034812292129523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=1148034812292129523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1148034812292129523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/1148034812292129523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/01/learning-to-let-go.html' title='Learning to Let Go'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1704032877857385959.post-7522514732977766485</id><published>2008-01-16T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:19:48.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkie, Deconstructed</title><content type='html'>Most books I’ve read about our food supply are written by those who moan and groan about all the processed foods we Americans eat and advocate eating locally.  Barbara Kingsolver’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle&lt;/span&gt; comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Ettlinger’s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twinkie, Deconstructed&lt;/span&gt; is not one of those books.  The subtitle is telling: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Journey to Discover How the Ingredients Found in Processed Foods Are Grown, Mined (Yes, Mined), and Manipulated into What America Eats.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His journey started with a simple question from his daughter about an ingredient in her ice cream bar one summer.  His perspective is certainly sympathetic to the processed food industry – amazement that technology today can turn something mined into an ingredient that makes the Twinkie a Twinkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t agree with his awe of technology in food.  Well, at some level I can, but it is rather horrific reading.  I’m not a huge fan of Twinkies, but I can’t say I will ever eat one again after reading this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ettlinger takes us on a journey through the ingredient list from top to bottom, taking us on tours of manufacturing plants and mining operations, explaining how each element makes a Twinkie a Twinkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the book, Ettlinger reveals his support of the processed food industry – just a sampling follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4:  “it is actually harder to extract B vitamins from natural sources than it is to create the synthetically.  Even though they are chemically identical, lab-made vitamins are better because they are consistent in strength and quality.”  (for enrichment maybe, but certainly not for vitamin supplements!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8: “Besides making Twinkie ingredients, pockle [phosphorus, oxygen, and chlorine] makes an unlikely group of products that includes pesticides, pharmaceuticals, and dyestuffs – but, as industry members say, has been used safely in food for fifty years.”  (I’m just wondering, just how does the industry define “safe?”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 10: describing soybean processing “The flakes… become shortening, lecithin, or soy protein isolate … - but only with the help of a mildly toxic, explosive solvent, hexane, which is obtained from natural gas and is a common component of gasoline.”  (What?  Most soy is processed this way, but not all.  Don’t you think it’s worth searching for &lt;a href="http://www.shaklee.net/healthyhomes"&gt;a company&lt;/a&gt; that doesn’t use a toxic solvent?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 12: describing process of making cellulose gum “[R]olls of “blotter paper” … are ground up and tossed into a reactor vessel to be cooked in a chemical bath containing lye and sodium monochloroacetate, a pungent, toxic, while petrochemical generally associated with making dyes and herbicides rather than a snack food.  The resultant mush is washed with water and solvents until it has been transformed into a water-soluble food product.”  (I don’t know about you, but I’m thinking YUCK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more, but I’ll stop there.  I found Twinkie, Deconstructed interesting and rather alarming too.  Honestly, it made me want to follow in some of my friend’s footsteps and grind my own flour and make my own bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other caveat – I think that a more scientifically-minded person would have found it easier to follow the details of this book.  I’m not a scientist, particularly not a chemist, and had to skip over some of those details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, Twinkie, Deconstructed was certainly worth the time to read – it made me think and I learned a lot about the processed food industry in our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1704032877857385959-7522514732977766485?l=justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/feeds/7522514732977766485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1704032877857385959&amp;postID=7522514732977766485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7522514732977766485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1704032877857385959/posts/default/7522514732977766485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justmethinkingsomemore.blogspot.com/2008/01/twinkie-deconstructed.html' title='Twinkie, Deconstructed'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13658466566356377322</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yb5zxT05N8E/S1syCQcvb-I/AAAAAAAAA1U/VsygxFNJF80/S220/number+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
