<?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-6676845015504587810</id><updated>2012-01-12T10:03:05.655-05:00</updated><category term='home'/><category term='children'/><category term='Thankful Thursday'/><category term='Marriage Monday'/><category term='Teaching Tuesday'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='chickens'/><category term='random'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='videos'/><category term='life.'/><category term='college'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='music'/><category term='goals'/><category term='grief'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='St. Philothea'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='life'/><category term='Orthodoxy'/><title type='text'>Finding The Way Home</title><subtitle type='html'>One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries. 
~A. A. Milne</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7498706437274469927</id><published>2011-01-31T10:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T10:41:18.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and Follow Me!</title><content type='html'>Over here....&lt;br /&gt;http://journey-of-eleni.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new blog I am writing that will be focused on a home centered life and the desire to live with less.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7498706437274469927?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7498706437274469927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7498706437274469927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7498706437274469927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7498706437274469927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2011/01/come-and-follow-me.html' title='Come and Follow Me!'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3216603939907954232</id><published>2011-01-26T10:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:43:51.696-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Forced simplification</title><content type='html'>I felt a strong need this quarter to focus on home things, so I am only taking one class that is web based. &lt;br /&gt;Back in October my husband was in an accident and totaled his car, leaving us as a one car family. Initially, the thought of having one car when we live 15 minutes from anything was a bit daunting, but as time has gone on it has been a blessing.  My husband is in sales and uses the car for appointments, but on Mondays and Thursdays he is in the office for 13 hours so I take the car.  Coincidentally my son has tae kwon do on those days, and after we go to the library till it is time to pick up my husband from the office.  This has worked out nicely.  Having a car available to me twice a week means that I have some days where I am literally stuck at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it strange some days that I am home without the kids, because they are in school.  What has developed though is all this space for thinking, cleaning, organizing, baking, cooking and it has been wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3216603939907954232?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3216603939907954232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3216603939907954232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3216603939907954232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3216603939907954232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2011/01/forced-simplification.html' title='Forced simplification'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-1245219182118701521</id><published>2011-01-18T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:36:47.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>80's TV</title><content type='html'>While at the library last week I found the complete series of Punky Brewster on DVD.  Naturally, I checked out a few of them. (our library gets series, but if they have 4 discs they are put into separate cases...which means checking out several at a time) I forgot how preachy the show was and that it tries to address major life issues for kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one episode a man was imitating Bill Cosby and my kids had no ability to connect that to anything because they didn't know who Bill Cosby is.  So....I checked out the Cosby Show and we have been watching that too.  The Cosby Show is decidedly far more hilarious as a parent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen was watching Punky Brewster this evening and she yelled to me "Mom! What are BOOBS? Because Punky said she is getting BOOBS and I don't know what they are?"  I explained it to her.  Addison was sitting on the couch and was embarrassed by the conversation and asked if I could skip the episode, but Gwen wanted to find out how Henry took Punky bra shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Addison by this point was hiding his head under a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(typed while all 3 kids are talking to me, I have no idea if this makes any sense whatsoever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-1245219182118701521?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1245219182118701521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=1245219182118701521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1245219182118701521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1245219182118701521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2011/01/80s-tv.html' title='80&apos;s TV'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-8397679384676092705</id><published>2010-12-29T08:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T09:16:33.467-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs002.snc6/165196_484277787499_685082499_5725058_1247376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1358.snc4/163088_484419237499_685082499_5727255_5841033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been an interesting past couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;On the 14th we remembered the 12th anniversary of my father's death and had apple pie. (it was his favorite)  We also had a farewell "party" for our old dog Blue with lots of treats and love for him.  He was 11 and starting to decline rapidly and my husband felt the most humane option would be to put him down.  We took him in on the 15th.&lt;br /&gt;This is Blue when he was in his prime. We got him from a family when he was 5 years old, he was too much dog for them and one day while running crashed into the lady's leg and broke it at the knee.  They mostly kept him tied up near the sidewalk.  He was a sweet dog, incredibly dumb though, but very very sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1190.snc4/154212_478771642499_685082499_5639833_1125143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 400px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1190.snc4/154212_478771642499_685082499_5639833_1125143_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, I almost want to say luxury-because it is in a way, of losing a pet-as opposed to a person, is it is easy to fill that void that is left.  I knew putting Blue down would be very hard on the kids, so the day before we took him in, my husband and I picked up a puppy.  The kids and husband have been wanting a small breed dog for awhile, and I found a chihuahua/eskimo puppy that was  a rescue.&lt;br /&gt;So...this is Daisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1201.snc4/155344_479800607499_685082499_5653010_2311420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 482px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1201.snc4/155344_479800607499_685082499_5653010_2311420_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She has made a seamless adjustment into our household. Leia who outweighs her by about 50 lbs at least seems to really like her and they play together a lot.&lt;br /&gt;While wrapping gifts on Christmas Eve my husband and I wanted to see if she fit into a stocking...and she did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs002.snc6/165196_484277787499_685082499_5725058_1247376_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs002.snc6/165196_484277787499_685082499_5725058_1247376_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas went well.  My husband said I did a great job with making the day special for everyone (even if I didn't feel it)  Im glad they all felt that way.  I took photos Christmas morning because it was such a beautiful start to the day and such a contrast from&lt;a href="http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html"&gt; last years.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1358.snc4/163088_484419237499_685082499_5727255_5841033_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 482px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1358.snc4/163088_484419237499_685082499_5727255_5841033_n.jpg" alt="" 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/6676845015504587810-8397679384676092705?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8397679384676092705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=8397679384676092705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8397679384676092705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8397679384676092705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4920659578639249504</id><published>2010-12-06T14:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T14:14:55.703-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Another quarter....done!</title><content type='html'>I LOVED this quarter of school.  Aside from the Creative Writing course I took with the dud of a professor who never returned assignments. How can I grow as a writer without critique?  I wound up dropping the class because I want to be challenged and if Im not, there is not point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Western Civilization I class I took was fabulous, indulged my love for ancient history and analyzing original writings, and writing about them.  Loved it, and Im sorry it is over.  I cannot wait to finish my stint at this school and move on the university so I can take history classes that are more focused and indepth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4920659578639249504?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4920659578639249504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4920659578639249504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4920659578639249504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4920659578639249504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/12/another-quarterdone.html' title='Another quarter....done!'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-79490033763955102</id><published>2010-12-01T19:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:47:47.556-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>All day today I remembered last year's birthday celebration for my mom.  In particular-this photo. It captures the exuberance she had, and even though she was so so very tired by this time, she still managed to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPbsgg83KCI/AAAAAAAACY8/3m6euYf4TEA/s1600/laughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPbsgg83KCI/AAAAAAAACY8/3m6euYf4TEA/s320/laughter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545880034498521122" 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/6676845015504587810-79490033763955102?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/79490033763955102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=79490033763955102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/79490033763955102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/79490033763955102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPbsgg83KCI/AAAAAAAACY8/3m6euYf4TEA/s72-c/laughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7117607419273272453</id><published>2010-11-30T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T20:19:42.963-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow is my mom's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPWiozLrw1I/AAAAAAAACYo/ld_QgB_4_PM/s1600/mom%2Band%2Bgpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPWiozLrw1I/AAAAAAAACYo/ld_QgB_4_PM/s320/mom%2Band%2Bgpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545517337994314578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it is something I realized once, but if so, I forgot about it and rediscovered it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was 33 when I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 33 when she died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7117607419273272453?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7117607419273272453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7117607419273272453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7117607419273272453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7117607419273272453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/tomorrow-is-my-moms-birthday.html' title='Tomorrow is my mom&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPWiozLrw1I/AAAAAAAACYo/ld_QgB_4_PM/s72-c/mom%2Band%2Bgpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-8253393594200078744</id><published>2010-11-29T14:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:31:30.218-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>When raising children...</title><content type='html'>Always remember you are raising future adults and teach them with that in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-8253393594200078744?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8253393594200078744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=8253393594200078744' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8253393594200078744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8253393594200078744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-raising-children.html' title='When raising children...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2151460847842922198</id><published>2010-11-28T20:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:39:01.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>A favorite pastime of mine is watching my kids play without them knowing.  I love listening to their stories, their ideas, when they play by themselves and have this whole narration and sound effect thing going on.  Their play is full of excitement and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching and listening to them, my mind drifted and I thought of a trip I took with my dad, my best friend and her family.  We all drove to Niagara Falls.  Our hotel room had two beds and my friend and me and her little brother just HAD to jump from bed to bed, over and over again.  Blankets slid off, pillows hit the ground, we sometimes missed and hit the floor, or slid with the blankets onto the floor.  We never noticed the sharp corners on the nightstands, or the on the headboards. It never occurred to us that bones could break, or we could potentially misjudge our landing, and go right out the sliding glass balcony door and die.(we were several stories up)  All we noticed was the exhilaration of making a huge leap and landing it.  We bounced high, we jumped hard, and it was all an exercise in making the feeling of freedom and exhilaration last as long as we could - which would be until a parent came back into the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2151460847842922198?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2151460847842922198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2151460847842922198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2151460847842922198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2151460847842922198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3100094110991843907</id><published>2010-11-27T16:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:34:37.819-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>On Being Thankful</title><content type='html'>I came across a link on a website to my blog&lt;a href="http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-bored-of-blogging.html"&gt; that was for this post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Firstly I am amazed that people remember my blog exists, and further amazed at remembering specific posts. Hermana Linda, you brightened my day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since there was a link I went to read the post and the comments, taking particular note of the discussion on what to call Thursdays and the idea of thankfulness.  I, obviously, have fallen off track in blogging according to the days of the week with their subjects. To rectify my lack of gratitude, I am writing this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)That the sun never fails to rise or set&lt;br /&gt;2)it might be predominately grey, brown and pale yellow outside-but there are cardinals and blue jays that add a splash of unexpected color.&lt;br /&gt;3)having a family&lt;br /&gt;4)school&lt;br /&gt;5)curiosity&lt;br /&gt;6)cameras&lt;br /&gt;7)my siblings&lt;br /&gt;8)Christmas Ale by Great Lakes Brewery&lt;br /&gt;9)morning light&lt;br /&gt;10)coyotes howling in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;11)health insurance&lt;br /&gt;12)health in my children, husband and myself&lt;br /&gt;13)hair that stays healthy no matter what chemicals I toss on it (although not one to take hair health for granted I am done dying, hair is back to my natural dark brown)&lt;br /&gt;14)having the opportunity to be a full time student, able to help my husband at work, and much time with my children&lt;br /&gt;15)cats&lt;br /&gt;16)that I made it through Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;17)my brother is pursuing his dreams no matter the risk&lt;br /&gt;18) a great library system&lt;br /&gt;19)yearly vacations paid in full by the company my husband works for that never fall short of luxurious&lt;br /&gt;20)Ancient Greek and Roman history because it fascinates me to an absurd degree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3100094110991843907?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3100094110991843907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3100094110991843907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3100094110991843907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3100094110991843907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-being-thankful.html' title='On Being Thankful'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7532350960564484898</id><published>2010-11-27T15:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:22:51.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Friendships</title><content type='html'>Are not lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been hints of it -- tantalizing glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest -- if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself -- you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say "Here at last is the thing I was made for. -- C. S. Lewis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7532350960564484898?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7532350960564484898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7532350960564484898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7532350960564484898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7532350960564484898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/friendships.html' title='Friendships'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7658648636531410050</id><published>2010-11-22T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:26:51.063-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>On Death</title><content type='html'>It is around the 2nd anniversary of the death of my brother Toby, and in a few weeks it will be the 12th anniversary of my father's death, and a few weeks after that (one month and one day to be precise) it will be the first anniversary of my mother's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finding it strange really, in analyzing how each of these people's deaths impacted me so differently.  With my father it was a deep pain and I withdrew greatly for nearly a year after he died.  He was my best friend, and while it is cliche', no matter what, he was always there when I needed him-no questions asked.  His presence was what I missed the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my brother it was a very different sadness.  Given our vast age difference, I did not know him nearly as much as I would have liked to.  My dad always kept me updated on how Toby's life was going and that was the main connection. After dad died, Toby stayed a few days and I got to know him a bit better, and we carried on correspondence on a sporadic basis for a couple of years, only to have it drop off.  What really hit me though, was the feeling and realization of "wait a minute, I have six other siblings, and Im the second youngest, and will I experience this several more times?" A bit of a selfish reaction, but honest.  Losing a sibling is not like losing a parent...a sibling's death is more like a loss of history or like in the movie the Dark Crystal when those old guys start to disappear and something is lost from the world.  It is a loss of a friend, of someone who saw you at your best and worst, and fought with you like no one else, a person who shares family memories with you...and different ones that are so nice to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing my mom...well...that is still a work in progress.  I have had a year of insane personal growth, and have started working towards several personal goals. I have also come to a place of balance within my life that I have never had.  I think the best way to sum up losing my mom is a profound sense of "what a waste"... all the years and moments that were wasted between us that can never be recovered, all the things I never learned about being a woman or being a mom, or about who she was as Jacqui-not just "my mom".  &lt;br /&gt;That is what I regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7658648636531410050?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7658648636531410050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7658648636531410050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7658648636531410050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7658648636531410050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-death.html' title='On Death'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3472692800980976235</id><published>2010-11-18T15:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:41:00.576-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>What a 6 yr old is thankful for.</title><content type='html'>The other day I had Parent-Teacher conferences.  My 6yr old's teacher showed me the Things I am Thankful for book she is writing.&lt;br /&gt;The first page said, "I am thankful for my mom because she is nice and she loves me"&lt;br /&gt;The second page confused both the teacher and I, as her spelling is still a little inventive. There was a picture of a man, a pile of small circles, and then a picture of a small girl.  It said she was thankful for her dad, but we couldn't decipher why, until I realized the pile of circles was a pile of coins.  &lt;br /&gt;Now it made sense.&lt;br /&gt;"I am thankful for my dad because he keeps us from being poor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to laugh, it was so cute, and so practical..and so unexpected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3472692800980976235?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3472692800980976235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3472692800980976235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3472692800980976235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3472692800980976235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-6-yr-old-is-thankful-for.html' title='What a 6 yr old is thankful for.'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-657547538029529098</id><published>2010-11-14T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T21:30:39.918-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>School.</title><content type='html'>I can't remember if I blogged about it or not...probably not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids are in school this year...and they are loving it...and so am I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeschooling is wonderful, and sometimes we miss it...but it is so nice to have someone else take care of the nuts and bolts of education while I can now just do the fun things we love- history, science and literature.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-657547538029529098?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/657547538029529098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=657547538029529098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/657547538029529098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/657547538029529098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/school.html' title='School.'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-5993733858230919155</id><published>2010-11-13T10:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T10:44:16.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grief'/><title type='text'>Reduced to stuff...</title><content type='html'>I think one of the more distressing things about having a loved one die, is that all you have left of them are their things.  What do you keep, what do throw in the garbage? How do you get past the feeling that throwing their things away is akin to throwing them away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In September we cleaned out my mom's house.  We threw a lot away.  Vultures in the form of people stopped and went through the trash on the curb and took it.  Strangers now own my mom's belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought home things that are important to me or useful.  I have about 10 boxes of things still sitting in my kitchen, because going through them and finding new places for them in my house is not something I have been ready to do.  It is another step in acceptance, a new level of cementing that she is no longer here.  However, it is not realistic to keep boxes in my kitchen, and I need to go through everything and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-5993733858230919155?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5993733858230919155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=5993733858230919155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5993733858230919155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5993733858230919155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/reduced-to-stuff.html' title='Reduced to stuff...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-1614541871058664004</id><published>2010-11-12T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:38:01.260-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>The sun inches through the beige blinds escorted by the crow of the big black rooster you named Fairy&lt;br /&gt;I roll over and see your small body snuggled into my pale blue blanket&lt;br /&gt;Again, you snuck in during the night.&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is damp with the sweat of a small child’s restless sleep&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelashes lay long and dark on your porcelain smooth flushed cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;I wake you and your eyes are full of the night’s dreams.&lt;br /&gt;You missing teeth smile reaches me and you&lt;br /&gt;…….. stretch and reach to hug me while apologizing for your midnight pilgrimage into my bed. &lt;br /&gt;You tell me of your dreams about white tigers, while I am half focused and thinking of our… &lt;br /&gt;morning schedule&lt;br /&gt;I rush you downstairs to prepare your food…&lt;br /&gt;We crack open the brown speckled eggs laid by the red and white chickens&lt;br /&gt;And fry them sizzling in melted butter&lt;br /&gt;Toast pops up and you sing “one peanut butter, one raspberry jam, with butter!”&lt;br /&gt;You beg for coffee, but I remind you that you are only six.&lt;br /&gt;The reminder is ignored, and the moment my back is turned you drink my coffee&lt;br /&gt;I pace back and forth getting your leopard print backpack put together, remembering your lunch money&lt;br /&gt;You talk about white tigers, and wanting to go to the zoo&lt;br /&gt;I hush you and explain that Im old and can’t think, do and listen at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Your laughter at me  reminds me of a chipmunk, high pitched and it hurts my ears&lt;br /&gt;Eventually I stop and look at you sitting in the chair with your feet dangling&lt;br /&gt;And your torrent of words begins again&lt;br /&gt;I pause and appear to listen but mostly Im trying to capture you like a photograph &lt;br /&gt;In this moment&lt;br /&gt;This day that you will grow out of&lt;br /&gt;Your ordinary brown hair glistening with golden highlights from the diffused morning light&lt;br /&gt;a shirt with a rabbit wearing a bowtie,&lt;br /&gt; eyes shining with wide eyed excitement about saving white tigers. &lt;br /&gt;The moment passes and I run to grab your white shoes with glittery hearts and wedge them on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;Together we walk down the driveway, the gravel hurting my feet in my soft soled slippers.&lt;br /&gt;You are skipping at my side like a puppy on a leash&lt;br /&gt;Excited to see your friends, your teacher, to move on with your life&lt;br /&gt;You start our game “I love you more than you love me!”&lt;br /&gt;I tell you that is impossible because I love you infinity&lt;br /&gt;But you say you love me a billion infinities&lt;br /&gt;The diesel fumed bus swallows you up and I see your small head showing in your window at seat number 9&lt;br /&gt;I wave&lt;br /&gt;You wave and blow a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I watch the bus drive down the street and you keep looking to make sure Im watching &lt;br /&gt;Till we can’t see each other any longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-1614541871058664004?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1614541871058664004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=1614541871058664004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1614541871058664004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1614541871058664004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/11/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4254129117637061599</id><published>2010-08-20T19:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:53:21.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>The one thing that I miss about my pre-parenting years is having time to stare off into space and think and daydream without interruption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4254129117637061599?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4254129117637061599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4254129117637061599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4254129117637061599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4254129117637061599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/08/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3528583164644114558</id><published>2010-08-16T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:28:19.131-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Dune</title><content type='html'>"I'll miss the sea, but a person needs new experiences. They jar  something deep inside, allowing him to grow. Without change something  sleeps inside us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must awaken."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3528583164644114558?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3528583164644114558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3528583164644114558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3528583164644114558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3528583164644114558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/08/dune.html' title='Dune'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7704314927030012582</id><published>2010-08-16T19:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:23:47.861-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Muse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs394.snc4/45693_425182537499_685082499_4706641_1727470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 717px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs394.snc4/45693_425182537499_685082499_4706641_1727470_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come thou, let us begin with the Muses who gladden&lt;br /&gt;the great spirit of their father Zeus in Olympus with their&lt;br /&gt;songs, telling of things that are and that shall be and that were&lt;br /&gt;aforetime with consenting voice.  Unwearying flows the sweet&lt;br /&gt;sound from their lips, and the house of their father Zeus the&lt;br /&gt;loud-thunderer is glad at the lily-like voice of the goddesses as&lt;br /&gt;it spread abroad, and the peaks of snowy Olympus resound, and the&lt;br /&gt;homes of the immortals.  And they uttering their immortal voice,&lt;br /&gt;celebrate in song first of all the reverend race of the gods from&lt;br /&gt;the beginning, those whom Earth and wide Heaven begot, and the&lt;br /&gt;gods sprung of these, givers of good things.  Then, next, the&lt;br /&gt;goddesses sing of Zeus, the father of gods and men, as they begin&lt;br /&gt;and end their strain, how much he is the most excellent among the&lt;br /&gt;gods and supreme in power.  And again, they chant the race of men&lt;br /&gt;and strong giants, and gladden the heart of Zeus within Olympus,&lt;br /&gt;-- the Olympian Muses, daughters of Zeus the aegis-holder.&lt;br /&gt;                                                    ~Theogony&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7704314927030012582?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7704314927030012582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7704314927030012582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7704314927030012582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7704314927030012582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/08/muse.html' title='Muse'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3055714120840204763</id><published>2010-08-10T10:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:55:26.374-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Eggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs112.snc4/35975_420633437499_685082499_4593791_91912_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 340px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs112.snc4/35975_420633437499_685082499_4593791_91912_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs112.snc4/35975_420633437499_685082499_4593791_91912_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chickens are laying...some days we get one egg, some days we get 4.  It is nice to have beautiful fresh eggs on hand.  Although, it bothers me that they are fertile.  The other day I learned that I need to crack them into a separate bowl when preparing them...as one had a tiny chicken embryo in it. It was maybe 1/4 long...but it disturbed me.  My daughter had her friend spend the night last week, and the little girl wanted to collect eggs with us.  There was one freshly laid egg in a nesting box.  The girl picked it up and yelled "Im holding something that JUST came out of a chicken's butt!!!!"  She was amazed, excited, and grossed out all at the same time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3055714120840204763?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3055714120840204763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3055714120840204763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3055714120840204763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3055714120840204763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/08/eggs.html' title='Eggs'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-10527246156481904</id><published>2010-07-30T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T20:19:49.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>midterm</title><content type='html'>Took it today for the course Im taking this summer.  I was not expecting it to be all essays.  I THINK I did ok...but I dont have a grade yet, and that is bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im registered for fall quarter...math, world civilization and creative writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-10527246156481904?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/10527246156481904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=10527246156481904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/10527246156481904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/10527246156481904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/07/midterm.html' title='midterm'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3640057795514141710</id><published>2010-07-19T12:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:42:48.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>In contrast to the mortality post...</title><content type='html'>Here is some cuteness.  A month or so ago a pregnant cat showed up at our door, and two weeks ago she gave birth to two kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-nSHuPUI/AAAAAAAACXA/bSNP9ff745w/s1600/DSC_0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-nSHuPUI/AAAAAAAACXA/bSNP9ff745w/s320/DSC_0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656658643074370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-nAORGXI/AAAAAAAACW4/BLxFvdBpsjk/s1600/DSC_0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-nAORGXI/AAAAAAAACW4/BLxFvdBpsjk/s320/DSC_0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656653838686578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-mokr01I/AAAAAAAACWw/Tqvjye0bTck/s1600/DSC_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-mokr01I/AAAAAAAACWw/Tqvjye0bTck/s320/DSC_0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656647490261842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-mLh4-EI/AAAAAAAACWo/UD29jbNcVwk/s1600/DSC_0417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-mLh4-EI/AAAAAAAACWo/UD29jbNcVwk/s320/DSC_0417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656639693912130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-oaUZfhI/AAAAAAAACXI/cHd2gkG_AzI/s1600/DSC_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-oaUZfhI/AAAAAAAACXI/cHd2gkG_AzI/s320/DSC_0389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656678023593490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is Dread Rooster Fairy.  He was just Fairy, but upon discovery he is a rooster we decided he needed a more suitable name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3640057795514141710?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3640057795514141710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3640057795514141710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3640057795514141710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3640057795514141710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-contrast-to-mortality-post.html' title='In contrast to the mortality post...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TER-nSHuPUI/AAAAAAAACXA/bSNP9ff745w/s72-c/DSC_0428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-5138977972126586343</id><published>2010-07-19T12:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:27:38.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mortality</title><content type='html'>It's been on my mind  lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foolish are afraid of death as the  greatest of evils, but wise men  seek it as a rest after their toils and as the end of evils. --St.  Ambrose of Milan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Christian has great difficulty in attaining three things," Abba  Isaias the Anchorite says, "grief (over sins), tears, and the continual  memory of death. Yet these contain all of the other virtues."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the remembrance of death specifically, he writes: "He who succeeds in  saying each day to himself, 'today is the last day of my life,' will  never willingly sin before God. He, however, who expects to have many  years to live, without fail entangles himself in the nets of sin. God  sanctifies the soul which is always prepared to give an accounting for  its deeds. Whoever forgets the Judgment remains in the bondage of sin."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-5138977972126586343?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5138977972126586343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=5138977972126586343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5138977972126586343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5138977972126586343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/07/mortality.html' title='Mortality'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3791266733591948579</id><published>2010-06-16T12:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:12:40.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Chickens are weird</title><content type='html'>They really are.&lt;br /&gt;They are also kind of...gross.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, having chickens makes me not want to eat them, or eggs, because when you clean up an animal's poo it can make you not want to eat said animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, they are quite fun and amusing.  The other day Gwen left the back door open, and the chickens decided to march right in.  I chased them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished out this quarter with a 3.0.  Not bad considering I really didn't do ANYTHING with the course I was taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli started TKD last month, and he will be taking his first belt test next Tuesday.  He is very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking we need to do a family vacation in August...tossing around going to DC.  The original plan was to go out west but I think a 19 hour car ride for our first major family road trip might be too ambitious.  The kids want to see DC and being that it is only 7 hours away that seems doable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3791266733591948579?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3791266733591948579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3791266733591948579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3791266733591948579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3791266733591948579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/06/chickens-are-weird.html' title='Chickens are weird'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7852826013235543856</id><published>2010-06-05T08:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:27:31.809-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had to take both my midterm and final for the Anthropology class Im taking.  To be completely honest i have been slacking this quarter.  The kids have had activities every single day for the past couple of months, and its been a bit tiring.  I figured 3 nights of studying would make me proficient enough in 65 million years of prehistory, right? &lt;br /&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Night one...Gwen would NOT go to bed...at all.  For whatever reasons she was very needy.&lt;br /&gt;Night two...massive thunderstorm....freaked out kids...8yo who read a book where the cat dies and who was very upset and took over an hour to settle down.  Studying...not happening&lt;br /&gt;Day/night three...decided that instead of memorizing textbook i will just read through all the chapter outlines and  keywords and hope that my amazing memory would store it all up and I would know it all for the tests. No interruptions from kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to take the tests and realized they were both copies of the two pretests the instructor had posted up for everyone to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed booth with over 80% correct.  I thought this would be my fall from the Dean's list, but it's not, and I will add in some extra credit assignments this weekend to bolster my grades a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was considering taking the summer off..but i realized yesterday that I am addicted to school.  i love it....even the frustrations.  however I am dropping the philosophy class because that would be much better to take in a classroom...and i will stick with Classical Mythology because that will be a fun course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7852826013235543856?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7852826013235543856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7852826013235543856' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7852826013235543856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7852826013235543856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/06/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7526625989076785254</id><published>2010-05-22T16:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T16:37:36.622-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Dean's list</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs545.snc3/29886_395804842499_685082499_3955124_6923496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a letter the other day informing me that I made it on the Dean's list last quarter.  A little triumph but it is a wonderful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in NYC last week, and it was.....exhausting?  Don't get me wrong, I had fun, perhaps too much fun..staying up till 3:30 in the morning, waking up at 7 just because I didn't want to miss anything.  Every year the company my husband works for sends it's people on a convention...and that is why we were there.  We count it as our yearly "break" the time we get to just be us, and not have any responsibilities, although my husband networks a lot during it.&lt;br /&gt;One night of the convention is an awards night where everyone gets dressed up, and the top people get awards. It is always an over the top night that while long, is quite memorable.&lt;br /&gt;We didnt take our camera..this is the only dressed up picture I got...my dress was long and plum, and my shoes were 5" high black patent heels...to say I was tall would be an understatement..I towered. But, it was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs545.snc3/29886_395804842499_685082499_3955124_6923496_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 604px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs545.snc3/29886_395804842499_685082499_3955124_6923496_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished taking 2 exams so my brain is a bit weak at the moment...will write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7526625989076785254?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7526625989076785254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7526625989076785254' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7526625989076785254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7526625989076785254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/05/deans-list.html' title='Dean&apos;s list'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-5952380719873083424</id><published>2010-05-13T21:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T21:50:14.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Raising a boy</title><content type='html'>After TKD class this evening I needed to run into the grocery store.  While standing in the checkout I noticed the Cosmopolitan magazine....and then realized I was standing there with my sons.  I looked over at my blushing oldest son and he very quickly looked at me and said "WHAT!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Im just thinking about math...just math"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said "Ok...what about math"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said "Mountains"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing was just so bizarre...and he had been doing a math worksheet in the car that involved computing the heights of mountains...so Im sure that is what he meant....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-5952380719873083424?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5952380719873083424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=5952380719873083424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5952380719873083424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5952380719873083424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/05/raising-boy.html' title='Raising a boy'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4477461847150083351</id><published>2010-05-12T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T13:17:05.638-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Fitness</title><content type='html'>I have to admit that I love getting up and going to the gym in the morning.  I love the changes I am seeing in my body, my endurance, and my mental outlook.  Amazing what exercise can do. &lt;br /&gt;On mondays I have been doing 40 minutes of cardio and then some intense weight training, wednesdays I take a yoga class and fridays I swim.  I am also going to add in a two more days of cardio work a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise is definitely the key for me that pushes me to eat healthy nourishing foods, the thing that calms my mind, relaxes my body and delivers energy. On the days I don't work out I notice that I am tired and impatient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoga has really surprised me, I didn't think I would enjoy it, but I really do.  I danced for several years, and the yoga moves are ones my body understands, and it is so nice to be doing things that lengthen my muscles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall though, I seem to be coming back into tune with my body...and that is such a good thing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4477461847150083351?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4477461847150083351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4477461847150083351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4477461847150083351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4477461847150083351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/05/fitness.html' title='Fitness'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3572387100901828252</id><published>2010-04-27T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:13:44.750-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching Tuesday'/><title type='text'>I'm brilliant</title><content type='html'>and Im not saying it my usual sarcastic way...I really impressed myself this time. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an attempt to make things easier, I decided to write down the kid's assignments for the week in a planner. Normally I keep them in my head, which is full of holes lately, and it hasn't worked well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A question my kids like to ask when we are doing school work is "How much loooonnnnnnnnngeeeerrrrrrr?" (yes..just like that) In an effort to keep my aggravation levels down..I decided it would be in EVERYONE'S best interest if I make the kids a print out every day of what their assignments are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;My 9yo looks at this list, and after I teach math, he goes through and works through his materials, coming to me if he needs more information or he is stuck, or to show me he is done and so I can check his work. &lt;br /&gt;My 8yo likes to draw photos of a man named Bob on his list...Bob also burps a lot...&lt;br /&gt;but he too..likes to see what he needs to accomplish in a day and takes great (ahem) pleasure at crossing everything off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great benefit...since Im using the computer to make their lists, I am able to keep their assignments organized and not really lose-able (yes, they are even backed up on an external hard drive!) Next, I need to get a scanner so I can scan in their actual work.&lt;br /&gt;Simple, not time consuming, and aggravation level lowering...Im quite proud of myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3572387100901828252?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3572387100901828252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3572387100901828252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3572387100901828252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3572387100901828252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-brilliant.html' title='I&apos;m brilliant'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6879648358435534589</id><published>2010-04-27T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:07:18.817-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Funny how grief fades away only to come back and slap you across the face.  Ive been going along, things going well, keeping busy because that is what helps me process best.  Friday was my 2nd child's 8th birthday.  He received gifts in the mail and cards.  My sister and his family send him a card with a $20 bill in it, and that is when it hit, hard.  I realized right then that this is the first time he will not receive a card from my mother....she always sent him cash...four $5 bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As if to further the wallop I realized that my birthday was coming up too...on the 29th....and that the woman who gave birth to me is not here anymore to celebrate. There will not be a happy birthday phone call, or the card that comes in the mail with a message that always has something to do with having a relationship that could be better and appreciating my uniqueness and signed off with the phrase "with unspoken understanding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no more unspoken understanding.  There is nothing to not speak, there is no one to understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel weak that Im still processing this....but I keep forgetting that it hasn't been that long.  Strangely enough the thing that allowed the tears to come was when I discovered my dog had chewed a hole in my new sparkly leopard print pointy toed flats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6879648358435534589?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6879648358435534589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6879648358435534589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6879648358435534589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6879648358435534589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7534582992462484912</id><published>2010-04-26T16:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T16:59:55.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"Finish each day and be done with it. You have  done what you could. Some  blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in;  forget them as soon as you  can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well  and serenely and with too high  a spirit to be cumbered with your old  nonsense."  –– Ralph Waldo  Emerson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;A lofty and wonderful goal to aspire to.&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one of those weirdly challenging days where you never know what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4:30 am to register for next quarter's classes...Im taking Classical Mythology and Philosophy, both of which Im very excited about.  Since they aren't too popular and it is summer quarter each course only has 35 openings, I managed to get into both.  After that I went to the gym and had a wonderful sweaty workout that left me feeling like jello...in a good way..not a gross blobby way..my muscles were completely fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day just went askew.&lt;br /&gt;I made breakfast for the kids, they complained about what I was making..which drives me CRAZY...at the same time while talking to them about complaining, I noticed a foul smell.  I went into the laundry room and discovered my dog had some tummy problems that resulted in diarrhea fit for an elephant to have.  Fed kids, cleaned up horrible dog mess...brought dog inside.  I sat down on couch to read for a moment...and a spider crawled across my neck..I jumped up and freaked out a bit and killed it.  My daughter then informed me the dog threw up and it smelled awful. WHile I was cleaning up his other mess, he gorged himself on the bag of dog food (gotta LOVE Labs!) and threw it all back up like he does when he eats too fast. &lt;br /&gt;After that we started school work...which took very very very long today...the kids wanted to work slowly, and thoroughly and had a million questions so that went on till  4. &lt;br /&gt;Right after we finished some man showed up from a heating and a/c company saying he had orders to look at our A/C..which I knew nothing of. Turned out to be a mistake on his behalf. &lt;br /&gt;There was also a broken plate thanks to the cattle dog, and a bowl dropped on my big toe care of my daughter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that just rolling with days like this...makes them FAR better. &lt;br /&gt;Tonight, however, when they kids are in bed...I have plans to have a nice glass of wine, some dark chocolate and get lost in a novel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7534582992462484912?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7534582992462484912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7534582992462484912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7534582992462484912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7534582992462484912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-1868887906813582501</id><published>2010-04-26T13:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T13:16:27.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Life in photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJoneI0fI/AAAAAAAACWg/IXUUy3S0ilU/s1600/leia+doing+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJoneI0fI/AAAAAAAACWg/IXUUy3S0ilU/s320/leia+doing+school.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464495422511305202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scholar Leia wanting to learn about Remus and Romulus.  While the kids were doing their school work, Leia jumped up on an empty chair, sat down, and nudged the Story of the World book with her nose. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJoXrqkYI/AAAAAAAACWY/6LmID22eUqM/s1600/Calm+Bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJoXrqkYI/AAAAAAAACWY/6LmID22eUqM/s320/Calm+Bob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464495418273075586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning I discovered that Bob..renamed Calm Bob due to personality...is a rooster.  I opened their door to let them out, and he crowed at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJoAjz1XI/AAAAAAAACWQ/2mrnfii0bDY/s1600/Garden+Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJoAjz1XI/AAAAAAAACWQ/2mrnfii0bDY/s320/Garden+Bed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464495412066112882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I built this garden bed a few days ago...there are two now..and I have about four more to build.  The kids helped and it really is an easy project to do.  Now they want me to build them a sand box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJn5leRoI/AAAAAAAACWI/KqAqgvbErqE/s1600/Gwen+and+Tiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJn5leRoI/AAAAAAAACWI/KqAqgvbErqE/s320/Gwen+and+Tiger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464495410194040450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gwen holding Tiger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJnXRb6YI/AAAAAAAACWA/FrSFD319k8I/s1600/chicken+wrangler+gwen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJnXRb6YI/AAAAAAAACWA/FrSFD319k8I/s320/chicken+wrangler+gwen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464495400983193986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen holding Bob the hen, as she will now be known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-1868887906813582501?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1868887906813582501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=1868887906813582501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1868887906813582501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1868887906813582501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-in-photos.html' title='Life in photos'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S9XJoneI0fI/AAAAAAAACWg/IXUUy3S0ilU/s72-c/leia+doing+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4546607601828903726</id><published>2010-04-20T20:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T20:45:30.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I'm tired</title><content type='html'>..............and that about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood..can be....interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Having three lively, headstrong, independent, free spirited not-so small anymore, people to raise is at once a blessing and an incredible challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Every day though, I am amazed by how they learn and grow in leaps and bounds.&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more years and I will be at the midpoint of this journey, when Gwen turns 9...it will be halfway over&lt;br /&gt;That makes me quite sad. So many things to accomplish with them, to show them, to teach them, books to read that are so magical before a certain age.&lt;br /&gt;I know that even if I had all the time in the world I would never be able to do it all...but I can do as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;I need to slow down again, and live life at a slower pace...enjoy them more...try to stay in the moment and not keep leaping hours and days ahead in my mind...just...slow down...enjoy them as people...breathe again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KZ1p3XTI/AAAAAAAACV4/m-ucQApC2jI/s1600/DSC_0846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KZ1p3XTI/AAAAAAAACV4/m-ucQApC2jI/s320/DSC_0846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462385205806849330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KZpSD3eI/AAAAAAAACVw/5g4uaihztYU/s1600/DSC_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KZpSD3eI/AAAAAAAACVw/5g4uaihztYU/s320/DSC_0858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462385202485779938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KY2Zb-zI/AAAAAAAACVo/iJSu2z9CLf4/s1600/DSC_0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KY2Zb-zI/AAAAAAAACVo/iJSu2z9CLf4/s320/DSC_0968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462385188826512178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KYc1Y56I/AAAAAAAACVg/Hu1PCMVnhmM/s1600/DSC_0939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KYc1Y56I/AAAAAAAACVg/Hu1PCMVnhmM/s320/DSC_0939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462385181964429218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KYNS-CYI/AAAAAAAACVY/Wxa0ES01pzE/s1600/DSC_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KYNS-CYI/AAAAAAAACVY/Wxa0ES01pzE/s320/DSC_0056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462385177793530242" 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/6676845015504587810-4546607601828903726?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4546607601828903726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4546607601828903726' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4546607601828903726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4546607601828903726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S85KZ1p3XTI/AAAAAAAACV4/m-ucQApC2jI/s72-c/DSC_0846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-1178087675049533797</id><published>2010-04-15T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T10:38:10.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>School and food</title><content type='html'>This quarter I am taking an Anthropology course on pre civilization.  It's going well...a mix of interesting and not so interesting.  I have also learned the challenge of doing a class like this with kids. After each chapter there is a multiple choice quiz and a true or false quiz.  A question was "Did early humans look like apes with large brains"  Gwen was talking to me, I was distracted, and clicked True. Now Im just embarrassed...it is the only question on any test that I have gotten wrong.  At least I had a good laugh over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the third month since my mother died.  It seems like it has been much longer.  Two of my friends parents died last week...one lost her father, the other her mother..and both to cancer.  To say that my neurosis about the food we eat, the products we use on our bodies, cleaning solutions has tripled would be an understatement.  Im at the point now where I wander around the grocery store and wonder what the hell this stuff is on the shelves?  I saw some healthy choice foods...with meat...on a shelf..not frozen..and it looked like dog food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have formed a few rules...several inspired by &lt;a href="http://www.michaelpollan.com/"&gt;Michael Pollan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- plants are the mainstay of our diet, lots of fruits and veggies&lt;br /&gt;- we have to look at a food and be able to imagine where it came from and what form it was in before it went into the food&lt;br /&gt;- dairy is whole fat, pastured, with no antibiotics or hormones administered, not homogenized, lightly pasteurized...and cheeses can be raw.&lt;br /&gt;- no high fructose corn syrup&lt;br /&gt;- meats are used occasionally but it must be pastured, with no antibiotics or hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to cut costs I am baking our own bread again, mostly using the &lt;a href="http://www.artisanbreadinfive.com/"&gt;Healthy Bread in Five Minutes a Day cookbook.  &lt;/a&gt;because the only bread that meats our standards costs around $5 a loaf..and for me to bake it it is MUCH less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find that when we eat this way, we all eat less because we are satisfied...instant money saver.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;In a few months we should be getting a lot out of our garden..I hope! and then our hens will be laying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-1178087675049533797?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1178087675049533797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=1178087675049533797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1178087675049533797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1178087675049533797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-and-food.html' title='School and food'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-8725330405312776477</id><published>2010-04-13T10:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:56:11.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chickens'/><title type='text'>Chicken photos</title><content type='html'>I admit, Im fascinated by these creatures. Here they are at weeks 3.5 and the Bobs are 1.5 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFfMWCRkI/AAAAAAAACVQ/Za2LsQCZEME/s1600/DSC_0930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFfMWCRkI/AAAAAAAACVQ/Za2LsQCZEME/s320/DSC_0930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635419215971906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob 2 in the tulips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFeXB1P-I/AAAAAAAACVI/V1jpA2RA1f8/s1600/DSC_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFeXB1P-I/AAAAAAAACVI/V1jpA2RA1f8/s320/DSC_0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635404904153058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fairy (the black one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFd5_Q2GI/AAAAAAAACVA/1ahjDlc789M/s1600/DSC_0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFd5_Q2GI/AAAAAAAACVA/1ahjDlc789M/s320/DSC_0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635397108750434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiger and Sweetie..I don't know who is who anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFdCHt9ZI/AAAAAAAACU4/X_JWRY6ICio/s1600/DSC_0914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFdCHt9ZI/AAAAAAAACU4/X_JWRY6ICio/s320/DSC_0914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635382111827346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFcj2AurI/AAAAAAAACUw/N4-NqfZKHLs/s1600/DSC_0910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFcj2AurI/AAAAAAAACUw/N4-NqfZKHLs/s320/DSC_0910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459635373984496306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butterscotch...who is turning white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-8725330405312776477?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8725330405312776477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=8725330405312776477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8725330405312776477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8725330405312776477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/chicken-photos.html' title='Chicken photos'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S8SFfMWCRkI/AAAAAAAACVQ/Za2LsQCZEME/s72-c/DSC_0930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7371028907001098230</id><published>2010-04-13T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:16:17.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Ticks</title><content type='html'>Last night I was putting the chicks back into their coop...which is in the potting shed.  The roof is low, and I am tall and have a tendency to not pay attention to things, so I walked right into a beam. It turned out to be a good thing that I did, despite the pain and managing to mess up my neck, because while rubbing my head I felt something.  Something that is not normally on my head..and didnt want to come off.  It was a tick.  A tick embedded into my head.  I got it off and managed not to faint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate ticks...more than anything, I hate ticks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7371028907001098230?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7371028907001098230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7371028907001098230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7371028907001098230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7371028907001098230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/ticks.html' title='Ticks'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6469307124594857557</id><published>2010-04-10T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:18:38.681-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I have a problem....</title><content type='html'>Im addicted to hair dye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a couple of months I was happily wearing hair that was dark brown...but then I started to feel boring and drab.  At the kids gym class a woman that I know brought her daughter whose hair is the most brilliantly gorgeous peacock blue.  The woman who was sitting next to me said "You are missing that arent you" I looked at her and said "YES!" I asked the kids what they thought about going back to pink..they said they wish I would because it is too hard to find me in a crowd anymore. I texted my husband..he responded with "PLEASE!!!!!!!!"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, my hair is a family affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..it is back to a pinkish red.  And I feel a world better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6469307124594857557?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6469307124594857557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6469307124594857557' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6469307124594857557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6469307124594857557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-problem.html' title='I have a problem....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3870315712932380037</id><published>2010-03-29T20:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T20:45:25.178-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Chick photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs455.snc3/26054_380204977499_685082499_3611634_6148150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 420px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs455.snc3/26054_380204977499_685082499_3611634_6148150_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tiger at 10 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs475.snc3/26054_380204982499_685082499_3611635_7461590_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 520px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs475.snc3/26054_380204982499_685082499_3611635_7461590_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweetie at 10 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs475.ash1/26054_380204992499_685082499_3611637_4430153_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 520px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs475.ash1/26054_380204992499_685082499_3611637_4430153_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butterscotch at 10 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs475.snc3/26054_380204987499_685082499_3611636_4377154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 520px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs475.snc3/26054_380204987499_685082499_3611636_4377154_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fairy at 10 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs455.snc3/26054_380204997499_685082499_3611638_5799852_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 378px; height: 520px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs455.snc3/26054_380204997499_685082499_3611638_5799852_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob #2 at 20 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs475.snc3/26054_380205007499_685082499_3611640_1781989_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 520px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs475.snc3/26054_380205007499_685082499_3611640_1781989_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bob #1 at 20 days old and Crispy at 10 days old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They grow fast!  They are also messy, and I am excited for them to move out of my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3870315712932380037?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3870315712932380037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3870315712932380037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3870315712932380037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3870315712932380037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/chick-photos.html' title='Chick photos'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4466500524881549163</id><published>2010-03-25T20:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:32:00.452-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Haven't had much to say...</title><content type='html'>Chickens are growing...will post up their week 1 photos soon...&lt;br /&gt;I finished my first quarter in school and am rather proud that I received a 4.0.  This quarter I am taking just one course, pre-civilization anthropology.&lt;br /&gt;With regards to grieving, i have firmly hit a patch of being quite angry. Not so much that she died, but about how shitty our relationship was and that it was never more than that..it probably could've been so much better...but it wasnt.  I'm just letting myself move through the feelings and thoughts and it is getting easier....&lt;br /&gt;Gardening and turning our place into a little farm has been very soothing to my soul.  I have wanted this since I was a child and would check out farming books and sketch out how my farm would be laid out...I made lists of each breed of animal I would have and what I would grow.  It is finally becoming a reality and it is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4466500524881549163?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4466500524881549163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4466500524881549163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4466500524881549163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4466500524881549163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/havent-had-much-to-say.html' title='Haven&apos;t had much to say...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-265636564567560211</id><published>2010-03-16T21:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:16:17.919-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Exhilarated!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did something today that I have wanted to do for the past couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was completely on a whim....the only way this ever would have managed to happen.   A couple years ago a friend of mine told me I just needed to jump in and plan it out later....today the opportunity presented itself, and I jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs484.snc3/26495_372296547499_685082499_3536544_47727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs484.snc3/26495_372296547499_685082499_3536544_47727_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs484.ash1/26495_372294442499_685082499_3536532_1968516_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs484.ash1/26495_372294442499_685082499_3536532_1968516_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs484.snc3/26495_372292197499_685082499_3536528_3952332_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs484.snc3/26495_372292197499_685082499_3536528_3952332_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs484.ash1/26495_372295292499_685082499_3536538_2278337_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs484.ash1/26495_372295292499_685082499_3536538_2278337_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have 7 noisy chicks living in a dog crate in my house for a few weeks.  The kids are beyond themselves with excitement and Im pretty excited too!  After getting them I realized that our potting shed would be a perfect chicken run..already chicken wired on 2 sides, has a solid roof...enough room for a coop, and has a door. I just need to wire the one side...and thanks to a gift from my mom a couple years back...I already have chicken wire. &lt;br /&gt;This should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-265636564567560211?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/265636564567560211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=265636564567560211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/265636564567560211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/265636564567560211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/exhilarated.html' title='Exhilarated!'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2309610561477823380</id><published>2010-03-13T11:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T11:25:47.946-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>One class is finished.&lt;br /&gt;The other...just need to make a final draft of an essay on the benefits of school gardens, and then get ready for debate about GMO's for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Spring is officially here.&lt;br /&gt;Workouts are going well, and I am amazed how quickly my body is responding to weight training.  Also surprised at how much I look forward to the workouts, and how much better I feel when they are over. &lt;br /&gt;Im tired though.&lt;br /&gt;I think during the break between quarters I am going to do my Spring Cleaning and finish painting my living room and hallway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2309610561477823380?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2309610561477823380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2309610561477823380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2309610561477823380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2309610561477823380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7113535296054594990</id><published>2010-03-09T20:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:59:03.098-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>...........9......</title><content type='html'>Growly&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;need to change topic on my final paper...but cant think of anything else to write it on.  It is about farming..really not feeling it&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so lackluster.&lt;br /&gt;Had a new haircut though...with a new stylist, felt like I was cheating on my regular girl with tattoos and facial piercings...but this girl..who was very normal did a good job....I like my hair.&lt;br /&gt;getting up to workout at 4:40 in the morning....legs are tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;impatient&lt;br /&gt;getting worn down by the quotidian routine....but trying to embrace it mentally...and failing....&lt;br /&gt;uninspired with cooking....&lt;br /&gt;back to loving she wants revenge after a lengthy hiatus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7113535296054594990?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7113535296054594990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7113535296054594990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7113535296054594990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7113535296054594990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/9.html' title='...........9......'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6067358201928162521</id><published>2010-03-08T08:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:24:13.299-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Monday'/><title type='text'>A date</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we finally took our anniversary date.  Kids went to their grandparent's house and we had a few hours to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;I am the planner of our dates, for various reasons. He tried before, but we wound up driving around for 2 hours while he figured out what we should do..(a key to a long happy marriage is to avoid silly things that can cause arguments...save the arguments for other things and adjust in order to avoid arguments..that are over silly fruitless things)&lt;br /&gt;For yesterday I figured we should eat at a new place, something fun, and as always eating with my hands is a bonus.  We went to a fondue restaurant.  It was interesting, and not sure when we will do it again, but it was a nearly two hour long and leisurely meal...something that is a rarity around here.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, we went to the Cleveland Museum of Art.  A new exhibit opened on Native American art, and it was community and family day...so it was insanely crowded.  Once we got past all the people it was enjoyable.  We walked around, eavesdropped on serious art people (which for some reason cracks us up)&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to get coffee, and then the kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6067358201928162521?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6067358201928162521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6067358201928162521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6067358201928162521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6067358201928162521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/date.html' title='A date'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4912830753645071089</id><published>2010-03-05T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:11:33.895-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Personality</title><content type='html'>I had to take a personality test for a class...and what is interesting is that a year or so ago when I took one I tested polar opposite.   I know that internet Meyer Briggs tests are clearly the paragon of accuracy...but this result makes sense..last time the description sounded like a human Golden Retriever.&lt;br /&gt;http://typelogic.com/intj.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4912830753645071089?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4912830753645071089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4912830753645071089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4912830753645071089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4912830753645071089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/personality.html' title='Personality'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-5384824379797456950</id><published>2010-03-04T16:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:52:39.510-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Swimsuit.</title><content type='html'>My workout partner wants us to swim one morning a week.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping for a suit.  I have a suit, but it is a halter style, and I can totally imagine there being a problem while swimming due to the V-neck.&lt;br /&gt;*I have issues with swimming...I do it ok, and generally do enjoy it..but it isn't always a good match for me.  We used to vacation at the Jersey shore in the summer, and more than once I was caught in the undertow, and washed up onto the beach with a swimsuit that managed to escape down to my ankles. Seriously..when you are 15/16 and this happens and there are several men standing on the beach waiting to surf....it is scarringly embarrassing.  Obviously that wont happen in a pool...but I always have to check that my suit won't leave my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the kids to a few stores, and only found suits that were for style rather than function.  Eventually I did manage to find a suit that fit what I was searching for and realized why I usually get tankinis....aside from not wanting to feel like Im wearing underwear in public...I also have a challenging shape for buying clothing and if something fits my hips, it wont fit my waist or my chest, and vice versa...so a one piece presents a challenge...but I made it work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also learned...dont take a 6yo girl with you to try on suits...or maybe do, if you are a glutton for punishment...because they will point out things that have never occured to you.  O_o In my case it was a little extra kick in the motivation department...and I am now looking forward to swimming while it is still dark out in the morning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-5384824379797456950?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5384824379797456950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=5384824379797456950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5384824379797456950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5384824379797456950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/swimsuit.html' title='Swimsuit.'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-1930289521793244811</id><published>2010-03-01T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T21:46:32.795-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Monday'/><title type='text'>14 years</title><content type='html'>It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I have been married (as of tomorrow) for 14 years...nor that I am old enough to have been married that long. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to think back to how and when my husband and I met...it was the last month or so of our high school Sr. year...he was a transfer student.&lt;br /&gt;The first time we ran in to each other it was quite literal...I was leaning against his locker, he pushed me out of his way..I saw a tall skinny guy with huge boots, tight pants, and flannel shirt with long hair that hung in his face...and nearly punched him.  My friend dragged me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time...I was in the student lounge writing.  He came in with another student to work on a class assignment...we looked up, caught each others eyes, and I felt a lightning bolt .  I walked off and told my friend Ken that there was something special about that guy...he reminded me I had a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started skipping classes during my free time to talk to me.  One day in the smoking hallway, after I had quit smoking the day before, and restarted...he told me he lost all respect for me that he could ever hope to have....this piqued my interest further.&lt;br /&gt;Every day we would talk...and then the day before graduation he tore out a page from Catcher in the Rye, wrote his number on it and told me if I ever wanted to talk again...to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later I did.  We spoke on the phone for up to 12 hours a day, every day for two weeks...then he said he had to see me.  He picked me up at midnight, blasting Slayer. We stayed out till 5am.  During a phone call he told me I was so feline I repulsed him...which again, so some bizarre reason ratcheted up my interest in this guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the initial date we were inseperable, and spent all our free time together...at some point while driving around he told me I was the sort of woman he wanted to marry...I said ok..and a year and half later we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and he also learned how to style his hair, and dress well. ;-)  And I learned that a person can love me without condition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after this many years, and kids, and his crazy job, we are mad about each other.  We still talk each others ears off, never run out of things to say, are as opposite from each other as possible in so many ways, but are completely each others best friend...plus when we are together we always have an absolute blast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-1930289521793244811?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/1930289521793244811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=1930289521793244811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1930289521793244811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/1930289521793244811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/03/14-years.html' title='14 years'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-725714883956702870</id><published>2010-02-26T13:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:08:41.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Things</title><content type='html'>Joined the gym today, and trying to wrap my mind around getting up at 5am to meet friend at 5:30 three days a week..it will be good though, and Im pretty sure it wont kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to rid chemicals being used on my body I have abandoned body lotion in favor of using sesame oil.  I added a blend of essential oils that I really like, to make the oil slightly scented.  This also makes my husband happy...he likes perfume, but I hate perfume...too many make me feel sick, however essential oils typically dont...so I can smell nice and not want to puke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to bring to mind wise words my mom may have taught me over the years.  The ONLY thing I could remember was "Men like to eat at the same restaurant, but they don't always like the same thing on the menu"  Um...thanks, mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-725714883956702870?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/725714883956702870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=725714883956702870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/725714883956702870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/725714883956702870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/things.html' title='Things'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-414076855660352306</id><published>2010-02-23T18:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T18:40:49.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching Tuesday'/><title type='text'>staying busy</title><content type='html'>I have entered the rank of mom with kids who have a million activities.  I have tried to keep our outside commitments reasonable..one or two each term...but I have discovered that I really enjoy being busy with a lot going on.  So now our week holds:&lt;br /&gt;Mondays-Fencing for 9yo and Cub Scouts&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays-choir&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays-gym class&lt;br /&gt;Thursdays-Lego  League or a field trip with a friend&lt;br /&gt;Fridays-trying to keep one day free to stay at home&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays-soccer for the 7yo.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter still wants to do a ballet class so that will go in there too.  What i am finding is that when I have something scheduled outside of the house, it is much easier for me to schedule or establish a routine for our days.  I do not do well with lots of big empty spaces of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also starting up this coming monday, I will be meeting another mom at a gym at 5:30 am three mornings each week.  If I don't do it first thing, exercise will continue to be overlooked, and if I have an appointment to meet someone and know they will make the sacrifice needed to get there at 5:30, I surely will myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we met up with a home school group for a field trip at a working farm that is also an ecological center and nature preserve.  It was mainly about maple sugaring..and we all had a great time.  The trails through the sugar bush were icy, and there were cliffs, but the kids are like little mountain goats..unlike the adults. :-)  This place also has workshops about everything I have meant to do since moving to my little farm...so I think I might begin going to those...they also have family farm chores where the whole family can volunteer and work together..looking into that too.  In the summer they offer summer day camp with all sorts of activities for eco-conscious kids..I think we will do that as well. Can you tell I really like this place?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-414076855660352306?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/414076855660352306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=414076855660352306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/414076855660352306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/414076855660352306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/staying-busy.html' title='staying busy'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2975163794274509968</id><published>2010-02-18T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T09:32:39.835-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S31NIPQpF-I/AAAAAAAACUI/tj-tkVZU1RY/s1600-h/photo%288%29-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S31NIPQpF-I/AAAAAAAACUI/tj-tkVZU1RY/s320/photo%288%29-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439588728864053218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this the other day with my iphone of all things..then did a bit of editing work on it to make it purty. &lt;br /&gt;Suprises of all surprises...I am learning to love winter again.  I loved it before...when I was a child..and when I lived in WY.  As an adult I think I have been looking at it as more of an imposition rather than taking time to appreciate it.  Winter this year has held a lot of snow...and I have fallen in love with it all over again.  The paradigm shift happened the other day while I was tracking animals with my 7yo-the moment was magical and my eyes were opened again to the mystery and revealing that winter holds. Without snow we wouldn't know that deer come up to our front porch and try to nibble on our bushes... that a red fox sneaks around the side of our barn...or that for some strange reason a deer ran in a perfect circle in our yard.  Deer games maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reawakening of my love for winter has led me to also question when I lost the adventurous part of me.  My husband says it went away when I was first pregnant, and I think he was right. That was the first time I ever had to consider protecting another persons life other than my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motherhood has really taken that part out of me....but...now that the kids are older, I think it is coming back.  I have seen it appear every so often throughout the past several years...when I take the kids hiking, catch snakes, insects, or critters to show them.  So it isn't completely lost...maybe it had to go away for awhile?  I am thinking that this summer I will introduce the kids to camping...although,  I need to find an area that is not a popular campground...when I camp I like to be with who I am with and not with strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2975163794274509968?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2975163794274509968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2975163794274509968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2975163794274509968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2975163794274509968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/bird.html' title='Bird'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S31NIPQpF-I/AAAAAAAACUI/tj-tkVZU1RY/s72-c/photo%288%29-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7828813003198916245</id><published>2010-02-15T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:07:21.900-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><title type='text'>Had I known....</title><content type='html'>That I would really really really REALLY not like writing a critical analysis of two texts that share a common theme...I would have chosen short stories....not two novels.  This....sucks.  My rough draft was beyond awful....and trying to create a final out of it...is really not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it were possible to strangle an essay....I so would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7828813003198916245?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7828813003198916245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7828813003198916245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7828813003198916245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7828813003198916245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/had-i-known.html' title='Had I known....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6893865665714352942</id><published>2010-02-15T12:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:13:51.660-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>One Month Anniversary</title><content type='html'>of my mother's death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So weird to think that one day and a month ago I was holding her, she was still alive, and I was telling her I love her and that we will all be ok. She told me she loved me too and would miss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried to call her out of reflex a few times this past month...to tell her I was awarded the scholarship that will pay for half of my tuition....to tell her I got the boys their cub scout things and to whine about how much they cost...that I got in touch with my cousin, and tried to call my aunt who I havent seen in 12 years. Every time I picked up the phone and was hit with the reality that I cant call...she is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I see her in my dreams. A few times they have been so disturbingly real...we are at a family party and she is still sick..but it is always her being sick when she seemed to be getting better. I wake up each time and have to adjust to the shock that it was just a dream. Other dreams have a weird mosaic "Where's Waldo" quality...and I have to go through a million faces till I find hers. The dreams are the worst. Some are just nightmarish and I refuse to bring those to memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6893865665714352942?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6893865665714352942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6893865665714352942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6893865665714352942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6893865665714352942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-month-anniversary.html' title='One Month Anniversary'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-368829294358173310</id><published>2010-02-10T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T10:45:46.212-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>For some really strange reason...when I am sick, my mind gets extra productive and I can think well.  Although, my husband would say it is because I have been gorging myself on books and research...letting it sit and then it comes out in good ways...maybe he is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a horrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my brain is working and I did what I always do when Im in a rough spot and I need to regain my focus....I sat down and wrote through what I need to do to feel successful on any given day...here is what I came up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-healthy meals prepared and eaten (Im pretty good with this now..but sometimes it is easy to slack and then I feel like I have failed my health and my children's health"&lt;br /&gt;-schoolwork done thoroughly on  a daily basis (we have gotten off track and are behind our yearly goals because this past year has not been so steady...the kids magically are where they would have been anyway...)&lt;br /&gt;- a consistently clean house...(clutter drives me crazy and kicks my brain into being overwhelmed)&lt;br /&gt;- my schoolwork done&lt;br /&gt;- one activity for my self growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solutions....&lt;br /&gt;- get the house back to baseline clean...a place where I feel comfortable and it is easy to put back together...honestly most of the mess is because my kids have toys ALL over the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get the kids schooling planned out and put in the planner so every day is a no-brainer...I open book...we do the scheduled work...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-plan out and breakdown my schoolwork into small daily pieces...easy enough to do then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- break down the books I am reading on Classical Education, grieving, and health into daily bits to read so that Im not trying to read all of them in one day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- make a 2 week revolving meal plan and shopping list.  We are entering Lent so every meal is vegan with a few involving shellfish.  Having a list will eliminate much brain power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the rest of this week, the kids will be reading some books to get caught up, I will be doing my schoolwork...we will work together to get the house back to baseline, Im going to find a housecleaner to do the deep cleaning once a week for us, I will get my schoolwork and their schoolwork broken down to daily bits, and get that menu and shopping list made up.&lt;br /&gt;This will be good.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-368829294358173310?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/368829294358173310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=368829294358173310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/368829294358173310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/368829294358173310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7501051589520767436</id><published>2010-02-09T19:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:52:25.349-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>A year of hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S3IB0_q-_nI/AAAAAAAACT4/HRfgzw7Q2Ik/s1600-h/2600_58949432499_685082499_1479146_7358467_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S3IB0_q-_nI/AAAAAAAACT4/HRfgzw7Q2Ik/s320/2600_58949432499_685082499_1479146_7358467_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436409710146158194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs108.snc3/15555_201565272499_685082499_2941519_4026849_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs108.snc3/15555_201565272499_685082499_2941519_4026849_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking this route because otherwise my blog entry will be about me being overwhelmed, or trying to function with massive brain fog, and how today was the roughest day so far. In order to avoid all of that...here are photos of my hair from the past year or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S3IC-C2x_fI/AAAAAAAACUA/S1sNWKTt2E0/s1600-h/DSC_2281a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S3IC-C2x_fI/AAAAAAAACUA/S1sNWKTt2E0/s320/DSC_2281a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436410965131394546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I loved that red...I was never able to re-create it though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs208.snc3/21580_217767162499_685082499_3002683_4664836_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 571px; height: 604px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs208.snc3/21580_217767162499_685082499_3002683_4664836_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs256.snc1/10317_130615817499_685082499_2387874_1311524_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 396px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs256.snc1/10317_130615817499_685082499_2387874_1311524_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs108.snc3/15555_189659907499_685082499_2876443_8196692_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 430px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs108.snc3/15555_189659907499_685082499_2876443_8196692_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9621_157212877499_685082499_2619987_910995_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs269.snc1/9621_157212877499_685082499_2619987_910995_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs108.snc3/15555_212027102499_685082499_2980643_1602325_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 596px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs108.snc3/15555_212027102499_685082499_2980643_1602325_n.jpg" alt="" 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/6676845015504587810-7501051589520767436?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7501051589520767436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7501051589520767436' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7501051589520767436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7501051589520767436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/year-of-hair.html' title='A year of hair'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S3IB0_q-_nI/AAAAAAAACT4/HRfgzw7Q2Ik/s72-c/2600_58949432499_685082499_1479146_7358467_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3479898733615676862</id><published>2010-02-02T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T12:00:16.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Learning differences</title><content type='html'>During school time today I realized just HOW different my 7yo boy and 9yo boy are with the way they learn.  While we did math and I was explaining new concepts, my 7yo grabbed a sheet of paper and started taking notes.  He has never been told about taking notes, just started to do it.  He concentrated on his work and finished quickly without error on each topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 9yo kept forgetting things like the order of the days of the week, but told me from memory the myth of Isis and Osiris as well as how the position of Pharoah became established in Egypt.  His knowledge covered way more than the text I was reading to them did.  He also is easily distracted and will begin to do things like sing or drum or make weird noises.  I couldn't help but think of a story about my husband from when he was in 4th grade. He was so bored in class and felt ignored so he stood up and began to crow like a rooster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my 9yo and 5 yo start choir...my 7yo told me he does not want to sing, so he isn't doing it.  Tomorrow they have gym class in the morning and then we are going to a  large sports complex to meet up with a homeschool group we are a part of so the kids can play...well..sports.  Im anticipating thoroughly tired out kids afterward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3479898733615676862?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3479898733615676862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3479898733615676862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3479898733615676862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3479898733615676862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/02/learning-differences.html' title='Learning differences'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6843553253499625257</id><published>2010-01-31T11:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T11:47:57.984-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>my sister found this old photo of the two of us...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S2W0D9357HI/AAAAAAAACTw/6sMi9kedk64/s1600-h/20033_281217869652_600459652_3184669_3318962_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S2W0D9357HI/AAAAAAAACTw/6sMi9kedk64/s320/20033_281217869652_600459652_3184669_3318962_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432946505734024306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just love it.  There is a 9 year age difference between us...Im younger. :-P  so we don't have any silly photos really....but now there is this.&lt;br /&gt;Whoever the hair stylist was for this wedding sure did make my hair big. O_o  but then again this was 1994....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6843553253499625257?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6843553253499625257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6843553253499625257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6843553253499625257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6843553253499625257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-sister-found-this-old-photo-of-two.html' title='my sister found this old photo of the two of us...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S2W0D9357HI/AAAAAAAACTw/6sMi9kedk64/s72-c/20033_281217869652_600459652_3184669_3318962_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4199658931937545850</id><published>2010-01-28T19:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T20:05:03.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>Later in the day....</title><content type='html'>I finished my paper with it and am pretty happy with the job that I did.  I got an extension on another assignment that was due...involves me finding two different sources to analyze a commonly presented stereotype in popular media.  All I can think of doing it "Idiot Dad"  It bugs me beyond belief how men are presented as absolute buffoons in sitcoms, kids movies, other movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady from the boys cub scouts group brought us dinner tonight...vegetarian chili, tortilla chips, salad and a bottle of wine.  The food was good, and the wine is anticipated.  We usually watch movies on Thursdays and tonight the movie is 8 Femmes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am better now...I think this morning was a momentary freak out.  I managed to also get the house pulled back together and re-organised a cupboard.  My husband also presented to me that we DO have the option whenever I want for him to transfer to a sunny locale.  So tempting.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are though, we will stay in Ohio and when he retires in 10 years, Im thinking we will do the 2 house thing...one here...and one in a place that I can escape to in the winter...because Fall is lovely...and Spring is exhilarating.  It is just winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4199658931937545850?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4199658931937545850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4199658931937545850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4199658931937545850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4199658931937545850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/later-in-day.html' title='Later in the day....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-402743910248840263</id><published>2010-01-28T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:32:28.069-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>This is bad...</title><content type='html'>(rambling)&lt;br /&gt;My focus is gone. &lt;br /&gt;Im trying to finish a paper that is due by tonight but it isn't making much sense to me.  I need to catch up on chores but I get overwhelmed whenever I begin.  My brain is completely fogged.&lt;br /&gt;I can't eat so Ive lost 6 lbs in the past week...which isnt all bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine isnt working, supplements arent working...Im taking fish oil, COQ10, B vitamins and cal/mag before bed...and nothing is happening. I picked up some 5-HTP but am not sure how I will react to it...so I havent taken it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has only been 2 weeks since my mom died (as of tomorrow) and I cant expect to function fully....but I need to function better...life is still going on and I need to work within it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is lie in the sun and soak it up and feel warm.  For a few hundred dollars I could fly alone to some inclusive resort in the Caribbean  for a couple of days....but not sure if my husband would be too gung ho about that&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-402743910248840263?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/402743910248840263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=402743910248840263' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/402743910248840263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/402743910248840263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-bad.html' title='This is bad...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6176210409050838333</id><published>2010-01-26T20:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T20:22:00.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Gently...</title><content type='html'>I've given us permission to take things easy this week with schooling.  Today the kids watched educational programming on PBS...the only channel we really get on the TV...built houses out of Legos that had "green technology"  R2D2 was relegated to carrying around a coffee service tray that had a variety of coffee drinks.  There was a large ship that could dock and ran on solar battery which worked because they were in space and there were plenty of solar rays at their location. &lt;br /&gt;Yoda's house even had a working light that my 7yo managed to put together with the legos in his tiny house...he also had a rooftop garden because gardening space was at a premium and it is important to grow a garden where ever possible.  (that was how it was all explained to me..along with several lectures on nano technology and how that will help in cutting down emissions in some way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also read several chapters of Farmer Boy and the boys were a bit mad that I don't make feasts like Almanzo's mother at every meal. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me...I took a long nap today.  It was a hard day for some reason, and I was  so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow it is mom and gwen day...we are going to the salon together to get our hair cut, out to lunch and to buy her a toy.  This is the first Wednesday that I wont be driving up to Cleveland and seeing my mom in a year and a half...I went up last week to make a photo collage with my sister of mom's life..but still.  Im glad tomorrow will be full of fun things to do with Gwen and  in the evening I have the first meeting of a new book club...I need to finish the book tonight..it is Adventures of a Female Nomad.  Should be an enjoyable evening...coffee...good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAst night I had a really weird dream that I was homebirthing.  In the dream there were so many people in my house, and I kept trying to hide and felt furtive... like an animal slinking around.  I had a sun bear, tiger and wolf following me around...and my failed garden from last year revived but plants I never planted grew on top of other plants...there was a huge crop of Cherokee Purple tomatoes from a plant that I planted but never grew.  I just kept running and hiding, and navigating through a crowd of people that were in my house that was not my house but also a nursing home and antique store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6176210409050838333?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6176210409050838333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6176210409050838333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6176210409050838333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6176210409050838333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/gently.html' title='Gently...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-5341373513934151209</id><published>2010-01-25T19:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T19:09:43.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Monday'/><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>It's Monday and Im supposed to say something about marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There...blog post over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-5341373513934151209?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5341373513934151209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=5341373513934151209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5341373513934151209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5341373513934151209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3089483154921937818</id><published>2010-01-21T20:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:47:00.725-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>Rushed</title><content type='html'>And back to the regularly scheduled program....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have to finish my final draft of the first essay i have written in over 15 years.  Ive been waiting on the rough draft to be sent back so I will know what I need to tweak...I have a good idea but want to see what my instructor suggests.  She said they would be  back on Wednesday...yet this morning...still not back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to finish early this week so because I dont have so much time to spend on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked my email, and she had a death in her family and will have everything back by Sunday with a new due date of next Thursday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..that worked out.  Sorry she had a death....but quite happy about new due date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the thankful bit...&lt;br /&gt;My kids are very in touch with their feelings, and I love that. Gwen was unusually wound up today and very out of sorts. I asked her what was going on and she said "mama Im so sad about Grandma dying and I miss her so badly that my body feels out of control....because Im so sad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that she can express herself like that at 5...I struggle with it at my..um..much older age. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also happy that, apparently, any grammar rules fly out the window when it comes to the internet. heh. .....and I can use lots.....of dots.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3089483154921937818?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3089483154921937818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3089483154921937818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3089483154921937818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3089483154921937818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/rushed.html' title='Rushed'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2370759802328846307</id><published>2010-01-21T06:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T06:58:56.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment moderation on</title><content type='html'>Had weird spammy comments left on several old posts..so going to approve comments from now on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2370759802328846307?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2370759802328846307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2370759802328846307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2370759802328846307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2370759802328846307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/comment-moderation-on.html' title='Comment moderation on'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-9024965287845276256</id><published>2010-01-20T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:06:23.897-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Odd quote of the day.....</title><content type='html'>"Hey...should I group all the photos of mom in drag together on the collage" said to my sister as I was assembling a collage of photos for the funeral.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom dressed up like a man on several occasions and she was good friends with some gay men who in turn dressed in drag, and the photos are priceless.  :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-9024965287845276256?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/9024965287845276256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=9024965287845276256' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/9024965287845276256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/9024965287845276256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/odd-quote-of-day.html' title='Odd quote of the day.....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2821762944283555616</id><published>2010-01-20T21:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:07:56.745-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Born Free</title><content type='html'>Did I ever mention that one of the songs at my mom's wedding to my dad was Born Free.  She also wants it at her funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much that makes me laugh? Makes me giggle incessantly when I think about it.  &lt;br /&gt;And now I remember watching Born Free with my dad and him telling me this when I was 7 or 8....I also remember the lion attack scene...thankfully it didn't scar me for life like Jaws did...mom took me to that when I was 4.  I used to get freaked out in swimming pools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2821762944283555616?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2821762944283555616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2821762944283555616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2821762944283555616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2821762944283555616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/born-free.html' title='Born Free'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-903885121554851075</id><published>2010-01-19T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:25:09.257-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>People living deeply have no fear of death-Anais Nin</title><content type='html'>Im writing the eulogy for my mom's funeral.  I have a very rough draft in the works that I started on a week ago.  On one hand I feel honored to do this...on the other...how do I sum up my mother in a speech? And on the foot end of things (because I ran out of hands)...What if I faint?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think of is Zoolander giving his eugoogly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SKrGSW_zqU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SKrGSW_zqU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-903885121554851075?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/903885121554851075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=903885121554851075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/903885121554851075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/903885121554851075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/people-living-deeply-have-no-fear-of.html' title='People living deeply have no fear of death-Anais Nin'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-5454452280048430540</id><published>2010-01-18T19:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:42:58.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I don't want to forget....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(I made the text black in case anyone who reads this would have a hard time reading about my mother's death.  The following is not horrible in any way, but I don't want to trigger things for people who are sensitive to these things...if you scroll over and highlight it can be read)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and I am now able to write about it. I need to because I will forget the amazing parts if I dont.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I went to my sister's house on Weds. My sister had to make a decision whether or not to put mom in full hospice or keep her in palliative care....my other sibs and me agreed with her on hospice, and that is what she did. The hospice nurse came over that day and arranged someone to be there all night with us...so my sister could sleep and so the nurse could monitor how to best keep mom comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Backstory...my mom was not ready to die. She was only 67 and before this stupid leukemia she was an active, vibrant woman who seemed years younger than she was. When she finally came to terms with the fact she could die she said she wanted to die at home with family, and to be comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;She slept a lot on Weds but had periods of being really agitated. The nurse gave her some morphine and ativan to keep any pain away and keep her calm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I didn't really sleep that night, I kept sitting by mom and memorizing her and holding her hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thursday morning she was pretty awake...and talking a bit, though she got stuck on words and would stutter a lot. She told me she loves me, she will miss us and to tell everyone that she loves them. She tried to hug my brother so he hugged her and she said "I love you sweetheart" gave him a kiss and then proclaimed God Bless America! (we have no idea where that came from, it was weird, but kept us laughing and still does)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I talked to her a lot, and told her I love her, and will miss her but we will be ok. I reassured her that my bro..her baby...would be ok...and that he was starting a new career with the company my husband works with and would be a success. I told her that I forgive her for my childhood and everything else, and that she could feel free in that. I promised her that I would keep her legacy going after she is gone...in myself and my children to the best of my ability.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;After our conversations she slipped into a deep sleep. Her face become very relaxed and peaceful looking. I knew she would die that night or in the morning, but I felt that I had to leave. This was at 10pm. I stroked her hand and tried to remember  how they felt and looked, I kissed her head and breathed in her scent, I told her I loved her again...and then I redid it all over again in order to remember this moment....the very last time I would ever touch my mother, kiss her, smell her, and tell her I love her. She had been sleeping and I told her I had to leave...my husband was with me...and she breathed out what sounded like uh-huh...I said it again, she said it again. I took another moment to do all the things I would never do again...and I left. For some reason I felt that I was not to be there when she did go...I was with my father, I got there a few minutes before he died..I told him I love him and that I would be fine, and it was time for him to go, then hugged him...he took his last breath..and a sunbeam came through the window and shone on him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;My sister called me at 6:45 on Friday and told me she died at 6:42 am. She and my brother were there with her...our other sister had left at 6am. My sister asked me if I needed to see mom, and if she should wait to call the funeral home....but I told her I didnt and to just go ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;This has been a 17 month long roller coaster ride....and now it has ended. Im left feeling raw, like a hole has been blasted through my stomach, happy, relieved, sad, and almost elated at times. It is very st&lt;/span&gt;range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-5454452280048430540?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5454452280048430540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=5454452280048430540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5454452280048430540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5454452280048430540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-dont-want-to-forget.html' title='I don&apos;t want to forget....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-5537088081015535199</id><published>2010-01-18T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:28:50.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Been loving this song lately</title><content type='html'>Admittedly...the video bugs me beyond belief....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wq4tyDRhU_4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wq4tyDRhU_4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-5537088081015535199?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5537088081015535199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=5537088081015535199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5537088081015535199'/><link rel='self' 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sad, happy, like Im missing an essential part of my life, tired, my body hurts, and relief....all jumbled together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried in the grocery store because of a stupid Lionel Richie song that took me back to when my mom was living in a halfway house and I would sometimes visit....we were in her little room....it was dark...the radio was on playing that song...I was lying on the floor, mom in her bed...she was smoking and all I saw was the orange red tip of her cigarette and I breathed in the smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently the police officer found my crying suspicious because he walked over and stood at the end of the checkout I was in and glared at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6846652699796433829?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6846652699796433829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6846652699796433829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6846652699796433829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6846652699796433829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-much-to-say.html' title='So much to say....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7461574381311865305</id><published>2010-01-15T23:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:25:25.229-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Memory Eternal</title><content type='html'>My mom died this morning....she died 11 years 1 month and 1 day after my father.  Oddly enough I always look at the clock daily at 11:11...both am and pm, and really like the number. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went peacefully, with my brother and sister at her side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ok. Im a bit raw feeling but am also experiencing a profound feeling of relief and happiness that she doesn't have to endure sickness anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was with her last night my sister found some things of my father's...and entire interview he did when he was in hospice care..and his wallet with all his things still in it...even a coupon for his poodle Hamlet...Who he always yelled "DAMNIT HAMLET" at.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;I intend to retype that interview and post it up tomorrow...unless I run out of time.  It was so good to read that last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also...managed to get 100% on all of my assignments for school this past week. And that is seriously a great feeling to know I did something...all by myself...and for myself...that did so well and that my Prof. really liked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7461574381311865305?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7461574381311865305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7461574381311865305' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7461574381311865305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7461574381311865305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/memory-eternal.html' title='Memory Eternal'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-994172763801867721</id><published>2010-01-11T21:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:28:32.213-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Monday'/><title type='text'>Compatibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      compatible you are, but how you deal with incompatibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I find this to be true.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am married to a man who is in almost every way my opposite...even down to our appearance...he is light skinned, blue eyed, blonde haired, Im olive toned dark eyed, and dark hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It is very strange but we have made it work well for us.  I think it's because we do manage to share the same vision and goals for our futures, we are good at compromising when we need to and understand that might not mean 50/50 but sometimes 95/5.  We also respect our differences and on some level realize that if we were too much alike we would find the other to be boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;In the beginning we used to think that we had to have more in common, and we tried, but it never worked.  When we came to accept that we are just very different and that is an awesome thing we settled into it.  It forces us to not become complacent because we are learning new things all the time from the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It's a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-994172763801867721?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/994172763801867721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=994172763801867721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/994172763801867721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/994172763801867721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/compatibility.html' title='Compatibility'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-232960989419667926</id><published>2010-01-10T20:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T21:21:03.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I told the kids tonight...</title><content type='html'>that their grandmother would not get better.  We had a family party today...my niece's 6th bday and also so that my mom could hand out her gifts from Christmas.  It was a nice day.  My mom is very tired, and did her best to be with everyone.  Before we left I told the kids to give her a hug and kiss goodbye, which 2 of them did, but my 7yo who is allergic to those things refused.  I whispered to him through gritted teeth to get in there and give her a hug, and he did. He held her and she held him for about a minute, and she whispered some things to him, that he forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admire how matter of fact my kids were about hearing that she will die sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;My 7yo said "MOM! If you had told me that BEFORE we got there, I wouldnt have argued about giving her a hug goodbye" (chastisement taken dear child)&lt;br /&gt;My 9yo who is a very empathetic child, and very in touch with his emotions had quite a bit to say.&lt;br /&gt;"That makes me sad that she will die, she is a special person, and the family just won't be the same with her gone."&lt;br /&gt;For some reason that made my 5yo think that the family would physically change and look like aliens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about it, and said they wished she would get better...but they understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orthodoxy says to always have our death at the forefront of our minds.  I used to find that morbid, but the more I come to understand Orthodoxy, the more sense it makes.  Death is not something that makes me uncomfortable, though I DO feel uncomfortable talking about it because I know it can really bother people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what makes everything with my mom "horror show like" is having to watch this woman become a shadow of what she was. My mother has always been  to me this tall, gorgeous, energetic, strong, assertive, sensuous woman. A woman that kept people at arms length unless you were lucky enough to have her take you in.  I was always chasing her, trying to capture her attention.  "Look at me mom!"&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately our relationship has always been so damn complicated.  When I was 7 she left...just...left.  She and I had a conversation a couple months back and she asked my forgiveness for what she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "I was wondering, WHERE was alana in all of this? Where was she?" then she looked at me for a minute and her voice dropped "Lost, you were lost in all of it..and Im sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That  moment made me piece together why for so long I have felt like I just float along, feeling..well.. lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moment also caused me to be found again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To teachers of wisdom, it was not accidental that death entered our life, to instruct the intellect, to tame the passions of the soul, to calm the waters, and to establish calm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="n"&gt;Holy Hierarch John Chrysostom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-232960989419667926?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/232960989419667926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=232960989419667926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/232960989419667926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/232960989419667926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-told-kids-tonight.html' title='I told the kids tonight...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2637436199027208583</id><published>2010-01-09T20:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T20:08:40.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Feeling very fragile....</title><content type='html'>.......and trying to learn to be ok with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2637436199027208583?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2637436199027208583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2637436199027208583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2637436199027208583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2637436199027208583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-very-fragile.html' title='Feeling very fragile....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-8417764862697804673</id><published>2010-01-07T12:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T12:47:47.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursday'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>It began on Monday. &lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday I actually bought my textbooks....and took my monumentally bad student i.d. photo. &lt;br /&gt;This quarter Im just taking the Freshman Seminar, which Im finding slightly annoying and redundant.  Im also taking English 111...which I tested into when I took my placement exams a few months back.  It is also slightly redundant...HOWEVER..Im looking at it from the viewpoint of "this will be a good way for me to acclimate to college, and feel a sense of success right off the bat" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding a lot of enjoyment in having this to do, Ive completed a few assignments, gotten started on my first essay, and gotten over the shock that my textbook has comix in it.  My husband joked around with me that Im a bit of a literary snob...but it is true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most difficult part?  I really don't like working with others, and I thought I would escape that by doing my classes off campus, but evidently I still have to do that.  I will get over it though.  It just came to mind that some people have a criticism of home schooling that goes along that same train of thought....that if they dont go to a class they wont learn how to work with others, and collaborate on projects, etc, etc, etc.  I went to school and never liked working in groups. Never. Not Once.  My kids, when they are given a group situation seem to do fine.  Maybe because they are used to working with their sibs and family members? who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is supposed to be the day I write about school and then the things I am thankful for because I quite often need that reminder lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I made it home in one piece last night...my usual drive from Cleveland is 2 hours, it took 3 hours last night due to freezing rain, bad roads, and my windshield that kept freezing over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) for a husband that anticipated my down mood and rented a funny movie for us to watch together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) that my mom is out of the hospital and staying with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) my sister who is generous and loving enough to take care of our mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) that my mother is coming to terms with  her own mortality and able to discuss dying freely with me, along with her feelings, and what she wants us to do after she passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) for 3 amazing, wonderful, brilliant children who never fail to brighten my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) that my dog is out of heat and can now be spayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) that my husband qualified for his yearly business convention and in May I will be in NYC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I love my house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) for kefir...I am completely addicted to kefir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-8417764862697804673?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8417764862697804673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=8417764862697804673' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8417764862697804673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8417764862697804673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2765446669806309641</id><published>2010-01-06T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:30:21.899-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Dogs I have loved...and still love...and one who broke my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4qXmArwI/AAAAAAAACRw/IfQLT_ISLpQ/s1600-h/DSC_3584.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4qXmArwI/AAAAAAAACRw/IfQLT_ISLpQ/s320/DSC_3584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423803626776735490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4p7MHjuI/AAAAAAAACRo/28FRM05g0do/s1600-h/DSC_0036.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4p7MHjuI/AAAAAAAACRo/28FRM05g0do/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423803619151941346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4pmxMv5I/AAAAAAAACRg/MLbIUgQn4Ds/s1600-h/DSC_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4pmxMv5I/AAAAAAAACRg/MLbIUgQn4Ds/s320/DSC_2212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423803613670326162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4opcQN1I/AAAAAAAACRY/Ru3dtVXBkhQ/s1600-h/DSC_2698.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4opcQN1I/AAAAAAAACRY/Ru3dtVXBkhQ/s320/DSC_2698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423803597207910226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4oW7xe9I/AAAAAAAACRQ/C84VRlcLHHU/s1600-h/DSC_1199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4oW7xe9I/AAAAAAAACRQ/C84VRlcLHHU/s320/DSC_1199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423803592239840210" 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/6676845015504587810-2765446669806309641?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2765446669806309641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2765446669806309641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2765446669806309641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2765446669806309641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/dogs-i-have-lovedand-still-loveand-one.html' title='Dogs I have loved...and still love...and one who broke my heart.'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0U4qXmArwI/AAAAAAAACRw/IfQLT_ISLpQ/s72-c/DSC_3584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4095871627299411417</id><published>2010-01-05T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:33:40.470-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching Tuesday'/><title type='text'>Coyote in our yard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NotfE18WI/AAAAAAAACQo/V_zurOlTr_Y/s1600-h/DSC_0083.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NotfE18WI/AAAAAAAACQo/V_zurOlTr_Y/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423293506929422690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for an idea of the distance from my house the photo above was taken out my office window with a 55mm lens...50 mm is about the same as the eye sees. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NotkMLjeI/AAAAAAAACQw/xODt_2ESeGg/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NotkMLjeI/AAAAAAAACQw/xODt_2ESeGg/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423293508302376418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Running through the "tree corral" behind the fence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NounfBPNI/AAAAAAAACRA/7CUmSROTmPg/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NounfBPNI/AAAAAAAACRA/7CUmSROTmPg/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423293526366567634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing and looking in the back field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NoufyUsgI/AAAAAAAACQ4/bSZe4-qYe2g/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NoufyUsgI/AAAAAAAACQ4/bSZe4-qYe2g/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423293524300050946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Standing and looking through the fence in the dog yard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NovDLLarI/AAAAAAAACRI/87D_GxhbmV8/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NovDLLarI/AAAAAAAACRI/87D_GxhbmV8/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423293533799541426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who he was looking for...smaller coyote..probably a female in lower left corner kind of crouched down&lt;br /&gt;After that they went into the far back field past the tree line and walked into the woods behind our house that we hike in. &lt;br /&gt;Quite the exciting morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4095871627299411417?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4095871627299411417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4095871627299411417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4095871627299411417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4095871627299411417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/coyote-in-our-yard.html' title='Coyote in our yard'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/S0NotfE18WI/AAAAAAAACQo/V_zurOlTr_Y/s72-c/DSC_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-8880756221847511789</id><published>2010-01-04T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:40:53.054-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage Monday'/><title type='text'>When a husband works a lot.</title><content type='html'>For the past 9 years my husband has worked a pretty demanding work schedule.  He is in sales, is paid on commission and loves his career. There are times where he has worked 100 hour weeks, but the norm is around 60.  Currently he is taking 2 days off a week...Wednesdays which is my day "off" from being at home, that day is used presently for me to go visit with my mom who is 2 hours away...and he mostly has Sundays off. Mostly meaning that some Sundays he has to make phone calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to make this work for us?&lt;br /&gt;1) keeping open lines of communication is a must.&lt;br /&gt;2) we have time each night, about an hour to talk and catch up with each other&lt;br /&gt;3) flexibility and compromise&lt;br /&gt;4) our homeschooling came about because of his schedule...if the kids were in school they would never see him...but this way we are able to meet up with him for a few hours a couple times a week for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;5) being honest when things are too much.&lt;br /&gt;6) at home date nights&lt;br /&gt;7) out of home date nights&lt;br /&gt;8) a once yearly 4 day vacation..just us two.  Ok..it is also his business convention but we get to go to cool places for free and have time to just be Us. &lt;br /&gt;9) Outside activities with friends for the kids and me...once a month I like to go out with friends..get coffee, catch live music, independent films..things like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have told me early on in this journey that I should have him change careers, and HE has said to me that if I ever wanted him to, he would.  Fact is though...the man is awesome at what he does, he thrives, and I could never ask him to give that up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real key though is to keep excellent communication, and to continue to develop ones self...not just be at home with kids and waiting waiting waiting for him to come home...that potentially leads to a bad bout of depression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-8880756221847511789?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8880756221847511789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=8880756221847511789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8880756221847511789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8880756221847511789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-husband-works-lot.html' title='When a husband works a lot.'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-991651432177530831</id><published>2010-01-03T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T23:07:45.649-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Feeling like I keep writing about sad things...</title><content type='html'>but it is helping me process.  I spoke with my mom today, the Dr told her that they expect she has weeks to months left to live.  She is working on accepting that, and told me she and my sister discussed how dad had no problem accepting that he would die.  I told my mom that dad had been saying he "lived a good life and was ready to die" since I was 9 years old..and said that for 13 years before he did pass.  It made me a bit high strung about him just off and dying when I was a kid, because he was my primary parent, and I saw my mom occasionally on weekends and things.   She sounded in good spirits though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also told me she spoke with my Uncle..who is really my original godfather and a close friend of the family. I say original godfather because when I converted to the Orthodox Church I also got new godparents.  My current godmother likes to joke that it is not often that one person winds up with TWO Greek godmothers in their lifetime. (My original godmother was Greek..I grew up  in the Anglican church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...my Uncle told her that he is doing ok..all things considered (he is 80-ish) He let her know that his grandson died of an O.D.  Hearing this really hurt. I used to go to the Jersey Shore with my Uncle and his grandsons every year. I taught Mikey and Nick how to skateboard...they were amazed by my purple hair, and there were also several pranks pulled between us...they were a few years younger.  Last time I saw Mike, a few years back, I told him I knew what he was doing and it wouldnt end well....he said he would be ok...wish he was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-991651432177530831?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/991651432177530831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=991651432177530831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/991651432177530831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/991651432177530831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/feeling-like-i-keep-writing-about-sad.html' title='Feeling like I keep writing about sad things...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-8842698115251853226</id><published>2010-01-03T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T20:31:26.235-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog'/><title type='text'>I am bored of blogging...</title><content type='html'>and after some thought I have realized that I simply need some framework to this blog.  Being highly original (Ha..not really) I decided to go with letters of words that match the days of the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what it will be...&lt;br /&gt;Marriage Monday..where I write about marriage and things pertaining to marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching Tuesday...bits about homeschooling...what we are doing, information about homeschooling, things like that.  I started this blog to just be about that..but how interesting is: Today...did 2 math lessons with boys, collected a cat claw that fell off of cat to look at under microscope, played legos and built huge fort. Once a week is good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordless Wednesday...photos taken throughout the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im stuck on Thursday...thoughts?  anyway..it will be the day I write about my schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by this point I feel all sorts of cliche' and cutesy with these names...but I will go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Foolery...random posts, videos, that sort of thing ...the free flow day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-8842698115251853226?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8842698115251853226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=8842698115251853226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8842698115251853226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8842698115251853226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-bored-of-blogging.html' title='I am bored of blogging...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2787875042419869319</id><published>2010-01-02T20:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:46:48.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>An at home date</title><content type='html'>with life being as busy as it is, my husband and I don't get out on dates as often as we would like.  To make up for that we have created the "at home date"..which is what we are doing tonight.  We watch a movie, for tonight I was thinking Funny People because Jason Schwartzman is in it, and I have yet to see a movie starring him that I hated.  in fact, my most favorite movies have him as an actor (Darjeeling Limited, Shopgirl, and i heart huckabees)  We couldn't find it at the Redbox machine, so we will probably watch a couple more DVD's in the boxed set of Monty Python I bought a few days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go along with the movie we will have goat cheese with honey, rosemary foccacia, herbed crackers, and a bottle Beaujolais-Villages to go along with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jason Schwartzman, he also has a band.  The songs on my playlist are all by them...the band is Coconut Records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YODMeNOSofo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YODMeNOSofo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2787875042419869319?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2787875042419869319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2787875042419869319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2787875042419869319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2787875042419869319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/at-home-date.html' title='An at home date'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6941354245083980491</id><published>2010-01-02T08:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T08:57:17.549-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>my life anymore is this insane mixture of super incredible and heart breaking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit with my mom on wednesday as I usually do.  I had intended on a  short visit because it is a 2 hour drive to get home, and I dont like driving alone in the dark, in the winter on that stretch of highway.  She was so sad though that I just couldn't leave. Her memory has been effected by her high white blood cell counts.  We kept talking and talking, and I decided that I was just going to spend the night with her in the hospital.  She and I had a very long night.  For some reason she became very agitated and restless...so she kept moving around and when she did finally fall asleep she kept sleeping at the very edge of her bed so I kept making sure she didnt fall off of it.  At 3am her blood pressure dropped to 80/54 so they had to give her some fluids.  I had maybe 10 minutes of sleep.  Her WBC results came back and they were up more..to 101,000.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did open up a bit and tell me that she was very scared and thinks that she will not make it through this setback.  I asked her if I could do anything for her and she told me that it would be impossible because all she would ask for is for me to take all this away.  She said that she wanted to see and do so much more and really isn't ready to die. I kept thinking about when my dad was dying and I was his caretaker.  It was sad watching his body go against him, and watch him go from being able to walk around, to wheelchair to living in his hospital bed.  The one thing that made it easier with him is that he was ready to die.  He was completely ok with it, he wasn't scared, and he knew we would all be ok.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other things...&lt;br /&gt;I looked over the classes I am taking...they are online because right now that is easier for me to do.  After looking them over my confidence in doing this went through the roof...I am beyond positive that I will do well with them, and I am excited to begin.  One hitch is that I checked several times if I need to buy books, and it said "no materials needed"  After reading the syllabi for them,  I noticed I DO need books. Class starts on Monday, but with New Years everything was closed.  So, on monday I have to take the kids to campus, get an ID card and buy books. When I told them they all screamed "OH NO!!! ALIENS!!!"  I asked them what on earth they were talking about and they told me that teenagers go to college and teenagers are aliens. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also, (finally!) have an inkling of what I want to major in.  But, more on that later....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6941354245083980491?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6941354245083980491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6941354245083980491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6941354245083980491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6941354245083980491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2010/01/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2110972393234794844</id><published>2009-12-28T10:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:26:52.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bit of silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vkw2DdoskPY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vkw2DdoskPY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2110972393234794844?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2110972393234794844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2110972393234794844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2110972393234794844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2110972393234794844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/bit-of-silly.html' title='A bit of silly'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4364691803077886736</id><published>2009-12-28T10:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T10:06:53.583-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Just realized...</title><content type='html'>That in one week my classes start up.  I did have a moment of panic and the thought of "CAN I handle this NOW? With everything going on?"  But after that, and seeing that I have until the 10th to drop the classes and get a full refund, I was ok..Ok because I discovered I have options. I also realized that I can handle this and it will be a lovely distraction from everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4364691803077886736?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4364691803077886736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4364691803077886736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4364691803077886736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4364691803077886736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-realized.html' title='Just realized...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7010533003850965675</id><published>2009-12-27T19:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:09:21.057-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Christmas was....interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family celebration happened on Christmas Eve morning.  We had a wonderful time watching the kids opening gifts, and as an added bonus the sunrise was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzgC3bCnLxI/AAAAAAAACN4/epvUbL3P7As/s1600-h/DSC_0014.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzgC3bCnLxI/AAAAAAAACN4/epvUbL3P7As/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420085302715166482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(photo taken out of my kitchen window)&lt;br /&gt;After presents and breakfast I had to take the dogs to the kennel.  Right when we walked into the kennel lobby (it was really a Pet Hotel) Blue, my 9 yo yellow Lab peed all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister called and told me mom was being sent to the ER because at her appointment that morning for her weekly blood draws she started having a hard time breathing.  We left and headed up to Cleveland, my husband dropped me off at the hospital, and took the kids to my sister's house to celebrate Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the ER both of my sisters and my brother were there already, mom was on a CPAP machine.  The Dr. said she has acute congestive heart failure...and she would be moved to the ICU.  We all went with mom to the ICU and stayed with her for a bit till she was ok.  She was very sad but wanted us to go and celebrate.  Leaving her while she was telling us to go but with tears in her eyes was heartwrenchingly difficult.  The Dr had said if she wasnt improving they would have to intubate her, and she was really scared about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I got to our other sister's house around 9:30, all the kids were happy, and all the husbands (besides mine) were a bit tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom didnt need to be intubated and began doing well enough that she was released from ICU on Christmas and sent to the bone marrow transplant unit.  This morning at 2am I got a text from my sister that she was just leaving the hospital and mom had had 2 seizures, which has never happened before.  My other sister called me today to tell me that as well.  She is undergoing many tests to find the cause, but Im not feeling too optimistic. Her legs are very swollen, her WBC is in the 80's..they jumped 20k since yesterday, she is confused, and very tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7010533003850965675?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7010533003850965675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7010533003850965675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7010533003850965675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7010533003850965675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzgC3bCnLxI/AAAAAAAACN4/epvUbL3P7As/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-8021438312976017799</id><published>2009-12-23T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:03:13.487-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9MxxPfTI/AAAAAAAACMo/p7sQ2kGQr3Q/s1600-h/DSC_0163.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9MxxPfTI/AAAAAAAACMo/p7sQ2kGQr3Q/s320/DSC_0163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418601328896081202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen experimenting with her hair at the science museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9MpeN1HI/AAAAAAAACMg/Ej0kvC8mwNw/s1600-h/DSC_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9MpeN1HI/AAAAAAAACMg/Ej0kvC8mwNw/s320/DSC_0296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418601326668797042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My latest hair experiment..new cut and color..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9MVdTaUI/AAAAAAAACMY/Vpin3kHRs-w/s1600-h/DSC_0280.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9MVdTaUI/AAAAAAAACMY/Vpin3kHRs-w/s320/DSC_0280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418601321296259394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How we entertain ourselves in the winter...aside from dressing up the dog...we freeze Han Solo and a bounty hunter guy in ice.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9L5zCTtI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Ve9mHgLEkYI/s1600-h/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9L5zCTtI/AAAAAAAACMQ/Ve9mHgLEkYI/s320/DSC_0276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418601313871220434" 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/6676845015504587810-8021438312976017799?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8021438312976017799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=8021438312976017799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8021438312976017799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8021438312976017799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SzK9MxxPfTI/AAAAAAAACMo/p7sQ2kGQr3Q/s72-c/DSC_0163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3441859335780369917</id><published>2009-12-22T17:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T17:44:46.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>I spent too much time running store to store today with 3 children.  My patience has evaporated...but I managed to find this quote which I am committing to memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall.  Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day.  Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, till the sun goes down.  And this is all life really means. " ~Robert Louis Stevenson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3441859335780369917?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3441859335780369917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3441859335780369917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3441859335780369917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3441859335780369917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-5756628568179476987</id><published>2009-12-22T08:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T08:58:47.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Growth</title><content type='html'>My 9yo son needed a pair of boots.  So, yesterday we hit the stores to hopefully find a pair for him.  I quickly realized that none of the kids sized booths would fit him, so I measured his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 9yo is wearing a MENS size 8.  Yes, MENS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in absolute shock, I mean just yesterday wasn't this kid the 3 yo who drove me crazy?  At his well child exam a month or so ago he measured at 5' and 105 lbs....the dr looked at the height weight chart and said "OOOOOK...he isn't anywhere ON here! But his height and weight are proportional"  Im 5'9" and he comes up a bit past my shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home I had him hold his foot up to mine, and sure enough his toes hit the base of my toes, and I wear a size 10.  Really I shouldn't be surprised, Im tall, my husband is tall, and my younger brother is 6'10". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other exciting news from yesterday, I discovered that roadkill pieces CAN indeed get thrown up from the highway, hit your windshield and get stuck on the wiper.   I was stuck between finding it hysterical and feeling sick.  The kids pushed me towards the latter as they described it in great detail, all the different parts of it, and what animal it must have been from.  It seems to have gotten perma welded onto the wiper, so today Im going to try a high pressure car wash and hope that gets it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, yesterday I received one of the best gifts ever from my brother and his wife. They put together a calender full of family photos, many of which are new to me..even though they are old.  It really made my day, and the kids loved seeing it as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-5756628568179476987?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/5756628568179476987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=5756628568179476987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5756628568179476987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/5756628568179476987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4154863919374363980</id><published>2009-12-20T16:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T16:08:54.584-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Entertainment.</title><content type='html'>I think cabin fever is setting in early this year.  In an effort to entertain myself, I enlisted the co-operation of Leia.  Here is Leia starring as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABUSHKA LEIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/Sy6SJdIDcrI/AAAAAAAACKQ/FvXKprooYu4/s1600-h/15555_211631012499_685082499_2979207_7250976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/Sy6SJdIDcrI/AAAAAAAACKQ/FvXKprooYu4/s320/15555_211631012499_685082499_2979207_7250976_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417428092908171954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I accidentally ruined my beloved berry colored leopard print scarf by washing it...but it works well on her. Next I need to make a cape for her to wear, and teach her to carry a basket by it's handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4154863919374363980?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4154863919374363980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4154863919374363980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4154863919374363980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4154863919374363980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment.'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/Sy6SJdIDcrI/AAAAAAAACKQ/FvXKprooYu4/s72-c/15555_211631012499_685082499_2979207_7250976_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6632155936018841610</id><published>2009-12-17T19:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:17:37.926-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Reasons why I'm crazy about my kids...</title><content type='html'>So often I read or hear things that moms write in a negative tone about their kids, and how hard it is to be a mom, etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, being a mom is not the easiest thing in the world, but why should it be?  When we have children we are given charge and responsibility to raise future adults.  There is only a short time in teach them things that are important, like compassion, persistence, getting along with others, and treating people well.  At some point in the all too near future these small people will possibly be spouses, parents, productive adults, making some sort of impact on the world...good or bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is important to enjoy the time we have with them, enjoy them for being THEM...not what we think they should be or how they" should be" to reflect well on us...or what they can achieve. Just enjoy that spark that makes each child a unique human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things that have happened in the past weekthat made me laugh, or just plain realize how incredible these little people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast&lt;br /&gt;My kids woke up before me and decided to make breakfast for me.  They made toasted Ezekiel bread with apple butter, a small bowl of applesauce and brought a glass of pomegranate kefir to me while I was still in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Libs&lt;br /&gt;THe boys have discovered the joy of Mad Libs.  My 9 yo asked me to do one with him, so I did. I asked him to name a body part. He replied "Villi"  I said "Huh? Villi? What is that?" He stared at me as if he couldn't believe I said that, looked at his brother...my 7yo rolled his eyes and said "MOM! Villi are part of the digestive tract, they are in the intestines" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 7yo was working on his own Mad Lip and said "Celebrity? What is a celebrity?" I told him someone who is famous.  He said "AHA!!! John Cleese!!!"  My heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bought a copy of Food INC. for Mr. C and I to watch.  Addison saw it and asked if they could watch it, and I told him I would decide after I see it.  We have been discussing the need to change our diet back to the way we used to eat...healthy.  This year has been so stressful and our diet has incorporated far too much processed food and fast food. With my family having such a strong proclivity towards cancer, I realize none of us should be eating this way, so we are cleaning it all up.  &lt;br /&gt;I watched and decided it was fine for them to watch.  Add was very taken with it and horrified that corporations can treat people like they do.  It really bothered him that A) the animals are kept in not so nice conditions and B)how dangerous working in a meat packing plant is, along with the treatment of the workers by the company.  He loved Joel Salatin though...he is a bit of a hero in our household. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Today we had to go grocery shopping and as a part of this move to change our food habits, the kids get to help me make the weekly menu. Then they get to help me shop for the food (which makes shopping take FOREVER!) and then we will all cook together.  I know in the long run this will be good, but it does test my patience a bit. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Add and Eli were reading every label of every food.  Eli loves monterey jack cheese and was beyond happy when he found a block of it that was also from grassfed cows on a farm in Ohio.  The boys talked about how they wanted to support farmers closer to us that take care of their animals and we need to be extra choosey about our food.  Gwen mostly asked passing peole where the olives were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6632155936018841610?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6632155936018841610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6632155936018841610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6632155936018841610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6632155936018841610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/reasons-why-im-crazy-about-my-kids.html' title='Reasons why I&apos;m crazy about my kids...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6257033265363812849</id><published>2009-12-14T21:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:07:50.300-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Remember</title><content type='html'>Today is the 11th anniversary of my father's death....and this year it has hit me harder than it has for several years.  I think it is because my mother is declining so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I marked the day by having apple pie for dessert because it was my dad's favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening I went outside to stand up the small Christmas trees on our porch because they blew over.  Leia..the dog, went out with me as she usually does, but this time made a beeline for the road.  My house is set back a good distance from the road...and there was no reason for her to do this...but she did it anyway.  People go by at about 55mph, and quite often large trucks and farm machines go down our road.  Sure enough, Leia got hit by a car.  She rolled a few times, jumped up and ran as fast as she could back to me...and thankfully, she seems to be ok.  It was horrible, and she was shaking for about an hour after..as was I. Im sure tomorrow she will be pretty sore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...was not my most favorite days in recent memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6257033265363812849?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6257033265363812849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6257033265363812849' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6257033265363812849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6257033265363812849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7433974273820657199</id><published>2009-12-09T21:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:23:32.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>These.....are my offspring....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SyBa1gygLsI/AAAAAAAACGE/7nYyYA9hwnE/s1600-h/DSC_0486.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SyBa1gygLsI/AAAAAAAACGE/7nYyYA9hwnE/s320/DSC_0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413426627480661698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get a photo that is worthy to give to their grandparents as a Christmas present.  Obviously...this probably won't fly, but I think I will frame it for our house. :-)&lt;br /&gt;Between bad wind gusts and 3 kids who couldnt do the same thing at the same time, I got one photo is has potential...though Im going to give it another go on Friday when it will be sunny without 40mph winds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SyBbe4UzslI/AAAAAAAACGM/QrVIJd3wpxk/s1600-h/DSC_0481.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SyBbe4UzslI/AAAAAAAACGM/QrVIJd3wpxk/s320/DSC_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413427338173198930" 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/6676845015504587810-7433974273820657199?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7433974273820657199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7433974273820657199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7433974273820657199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7433974273820657199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/theseare-my-offspring.html' title='These.....are my offspring....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SyBa1gygLsI/AAAAAAAACGE/7nYyYA9hwnE/s72-c/DSC_0486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-34729588814258389</id><published>2009-12-05T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:08:30.053-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>How we handle science</title><content type='html'>Science.&lt;br /&gt;It is one of those subjects that will cause people to question how well it can be done in a home environment.  Recently I read &lt;a href="http://www.welltrainedmind.com/httpwww-susanwisebauer-comblog/high-school-students-at-home/musings-on-lab-sciences-what-are-they/"&gt;this blog entry&lt;/a&gt; by Susan Wise Bauer on the subject of science, labs and school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my kids right now science is all about exploring, playing and getting to know the natural world.  We do plenty of nature walks, and discuss how the landscape changes each season, what animals are around, those kinds of things.  When the mood strikes us we do play with chemistry kits and do experiments.  My 7yo told me the other day that many of the things we use in the kitchen can be very useful in making mixtures that cause reactions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children have a natural curiosity about how the world works, why things are the way they are, and they want to learn.  A textbook and worksheets isn't necessarily going to foster that and might even kill it to a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we go alone certain things catch their attention and they want to devote more time to learning.  Geology caught their attention one day when they dug up an unusual rock in the yard.  They checked out some rock and mineral field guides from the library and spent a couple weeks outside gathering rocks and working hard to identify them. While doing their investigations they learned the different ways to identify rocks, rock classification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately for the younger two the interest has been birds.  They found an encyclopedia about birds in North America and spent many hours outdoors identifying birds in our yard, and taking a count of each type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 9yo has rediscovered an interest in paleontology and checked out a recently written book about dinosaurs.  Within that book  he is learning about mass extinctions, math concepts, geology and gaining some familiarity with Latin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love seeing how much the kids learn through their own studies and simply by following the course their curiosity takes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SxqE8UgS89I/AAAAAAAACEM/GZdqCmcXmZQ/s1600-h/DSC_3831.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SxqE8UgS89I/AAAAAAAACEM/GZdqCmcXmZQ/s320/DSC_3831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411784074070258642" 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/6676845015504587810-34729588814258389?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/34729588814258389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=34729588814258389' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/34729588814258389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/34729588814258389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-we-handle-science.html' title='How we handle science'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SxqE8UgS89I/AAAAAAAACEM/GZdqCmcXmZQ/s72-c/DSC_3831.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-4079852399128410523</id><published>2009-11-28T21:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:51:36.987-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving went well.  Mom was not in the hospital, we didn't have the flu, it worked out.  Wednesday we went shopping to buy a gift for my niece, and cards for her and for my mom.  Mom's birthday is December 1st but we all decided we would celebrate on Thanksgiving because it it not easy to get everyone together in one place at the same time.  I looked at the cards, and the realization that this is most likely the very last time I will ever buy a card for my mom hit me like a freight train.  Im not one given to being emotional , especially in public, but I started to cry.  I stood there and cried in the card aisle, in Target.  Really I wanted to break down and sob but I managed not too and pulled myself together rather fast.  Looking at the cards I thought "How on earth does a person pick the one that says things they can't say when it is the last birthday occasion to say it?"  I couldn't answer it, and grabbed one that sounded good enough.  Communication with my mother is not a strong point of mine.  Good enough is all it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SxHhEYFl0zI/AAAAAAAABQM/Hiz4fGY7PS8/s1600/DSC_0077-1.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SxHhEYFl0zI/AAAAAAAABQM/Hiz4fGY7PS8/s320/DSC_0077-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409352092750304050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(My mom and husband.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being out of town for a few days, today was the first day we had to get back into our regular routine.  We went to pick the dog up from the kennel.  She smelled horrible, so I washed her.  Then off to the library where my 7yo son learned how to use the library catalog.  He was so amazed that all he had to do was type in a topic hit search and all the titles would come up along with the numbers where he could find the book he wanted.  He looked at me like I had been holding out on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Gwen took out a few books on tigers, an encyclopedia of sharks, and a 20 lb book about birds in north america.  Add checked out 4 books from The Series of Unfortunate Events...series.  He is devouring those books...going through one a day or every 2 days. On Thanksgiving he discovered that his cousin was reading them too...they are 20 days apart in age.  She asked if he could sleep over so they could watch the movie together, so that is where he went. My sister told me it was really cute watching them discuss the movie, books, plot and characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SxHhfCVRvPI/AAAAAAAABQU/n5ojltTusZE/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SxHhfCVRvPI/AAAAAAAABQU/n5ojltTusZE/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409352550766984434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add and his cousin.  I love this picture so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-4079852399128410523?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/4079852399128410523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=4079852399128410523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4079852399128410523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/4079852399128410523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SxHhEYFl0zI/AAAAAAAABQM/Hiz4fGY7PS8/s72-c/DSC_0077-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-889960765895106216</id><published>2009-11-24T23:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:33:21.350-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Motherhood as a form of redemption</title><content type='html'>My daughter was sick for several days with h1n1.  She did ok with it...there were fevers, she was exhausted, and a couple episodes of vomit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring for her during this illness carried me back to my childhood.  This past year, with my mom being ill , has been partially healing, and partially giving me the feeling of ripping off a very large scab. &lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl, my mom was an alcoholic.  This meant that sometimes I would have a mother who would do lovely things  with me like make potato stamps, work in the garden, dance together to Abba while cleaning. It also meant that sometimes I wouldn't have a mother. I would have woman passed out on the couch, or incoherent or....just not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few memories of being sick with her. One time I had pink eye, and it reminded me of a book I had. One of the illustrations was a rabbit with big pink eyeballs...so I thought of that, hopped around and yelled PINK EYE PINK EYE. I think I was 4.  She took me to the Dr, and I ate a donut on the way while I sat in the backseat with my dog Max.  I didn't finish my donut so I left it on the back window shelf thing that our car had.  When I came back, the donut was gone, but Max was happy.  Probably the only reason I remember this day is because of Max eating my donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 7 my mom left.  Just left.  In my ability to recollect this time, it is from the viewpoint of a 7yo..there was mom...then there was not mom.  I was left with my father who became profoundly depressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad was a wonderful man, but had not the slightest inkling about how to care for a young girl.  I once came down with some horrible illness...with fevers and throwing up.  I didnt know what to do, so I took my blanket, went into my father's room with the bread pan that I was using to throw up in and laid down on his wood floor.  All I knew is that  I wanted to be near a grown up...someone to take care of me, and even if they didn't it was good enough to just be there and hear him breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gwen got sick, these snippets of memory along with several others in the same vein swirled into my mind.  It made me sad, I cannot argue that.  However, the realization that my children will never, ever, be left alone like I was fixed something in me.  To be with my daughter and soothe her during her fevers, to change the bed at 2am that we were sharing and she threw up in, to know that she would not feel alone and have to sleep on hard wood floors with a very thin blanket and high fever...it was in a way like I was redeemed from these aspects of my childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-889960765895106216?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/889960765895106216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=889960765895106216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/889960765895106216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/889960765895106216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/11/motherhood-as-form-of-redemption.html' title='Motherhood as a form of redemption'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-3048566041718286603</id><published>2009-11-24T22:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T23:05:16.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SwyrZs-em9I/AAAAAAAABNA/eoEH6PseIJo/s512/DSC_3764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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I am so glad. &lt;br /&gt;Today is the first anniversary of my brother's passing, he has been heavy on mind today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to get out of the house after too many days of being stuck inside...that was wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-3500702424125116232?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/3500702424125116232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=3500702424125116232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3500702424125116232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/3500702424125116232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/11/health.html' title='Health'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-6500891182470787080</id><published>2009-11-20T20:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:16:24.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>My daughter has the flu. I get really sad when my kids get sick.  She rested on the couch for most of the day and was kept in good company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/Swc-wc65apI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rSY0eF244cY/s1600/DSC_3947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/Swc-wc65apI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rSY0eF244cY/s320/DSC_3947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406358879799437970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/Swc-wtahMuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y1_qeDGsA7A/s1600/DSC_3950.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/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/Swc-wtahMuI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Y1_qeDGsA7A/s320/DSC_3950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406358884227035874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did go the Dr who confirmed it was the flu..at first she thought it was strep, but that was clear.  Im am hoping that if we are all to get it that it hits fast. The thought of having to miss Thanksgiving is causing me great sadness.  In all likelihood it will be my mom's last one, and we are going to be celebrating her birthday also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-6500891182470787080?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/6500891182470787080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=6500891182470787080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6500891182470787080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/6500891182470787080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/11/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/Swc-wc65apI/AAAAAAAAAj4/rSY0eF244cY/s72-c/DSC_3947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7303514415148744605</id><published>2009-11-08T17:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:00:18.877-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>She amuses me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/alana4297/13063_172880587499_685082499_275564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 319px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/alana4297/13063_172880587499_685082499_275564.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This dog makes me laugh.  I caught her on top of the "linen dresser" we have in our upstairs hall.  I put the cat food up there to keep the dog out of it. She was so curious about the cat that she jumped up on top of the dresser.  I wish I had had my real camera on hand and not just my cell phone...the cat's face was priceless.  I never thought that it would cross a dog's mind to jump up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-7303514415148744605?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7303514415148744605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7303514415148744605' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7303514415148744605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7303514415148744605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/11/she-amuses-me.html' title='She amuses me.'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-7773726849439893317</id><published>2009-11-06T08:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:10:08.118-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I Think I Have Lost My Mind....</title><content type='html'>Truly.&lt;br /&gt;Remember Bella?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQne60Y0MI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_eRCu8cf9NQ/s1600-h/DSC_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQne60Y0MI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_eRCu8cf9NQ/s320/DSC_2212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400985265262612674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours loved her very much and actually asked if he could have her.  Since it was so unexpected and kind of weird for someone to outright ask for our dog, I said yes.  She left us a couple of months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been missing having a dog...we have Blue who is our old really dumb Lab...but he doesn't really count as a dog..I think of him as furniture..that sometimes smells bad. Plus I like having a dog out with the kids when they are playing...there are coyotes around our house, and my mom mind goes to all sorts of scenarios of strangers stopping and grabbing one of my kids and taking off.  I figured we needed a dog with some sort of protective potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been looking around and the other day came across a listing for a 7mo pup that caught my eye. Housetrained, used to kids, good personality, part Cattle Dog.  I emailed and set up a time to meet up.  My husband was able to be there too...and both of us fell in love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say....she came home with us.&lt;br /&gt;Here is Leia Lola Lunatic. (we like to give our dogs 3 names starting with the same letter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQnfAdxbII/AAAAAAAAAjg/XYQvxNEtkL4/s1600-h/DSC_3579a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQnfAdxbII/AAAAAAAAAjg/XYQvxNEtkL4/s320/DSC_3579a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400985266778369154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her ears are so big that I couldnt fit the tip in the frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQnfifrAVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/r3VEQNIV2kA/s1600-h/DSC_3584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQnfifrAVI/AAAAAAAAAjo/r3VEQNIV2kA/s320/DSC_3584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400985275913142610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQnf-bVuqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kTrQCSOYXq8/s1600-h/DSC_3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQnf-bVuqI/AAAAAAAAAjw/kTrQCSOYXq8/s320/DSC_3591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400985283411163810" 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/6676845015504587810-7773726849439893317?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/7773726849439893317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=7773726849439893317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7773726849439893317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/7773726849439893317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think-i-have-lost-my-mind.html' title='I Think I Have Lost My Mind....'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/SvQne60Y0MI/AAAAAAAAAjY/_eRCu8cf9NQ/s72-c/DSC_2212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-2990038697467044855</id><published>2009-11-04T21:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:05:19.384-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life.'/><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I left early this morning  with the intention of getting to Cleveland early so I would have more time to spend with my mom, and so I could leave early and not drive home for over 2 hours, alone, and in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest stops are CREEPY at night.&lt;br /&gt;I know this because I usually have to get coffee to make it home awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 miles north, it began to snow.  At first I was confused. See...during the summer, I forgot that snow exists, and all of a sudden fluffy rain drops started hitting my window.  Eventually I realized..it was snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too early for snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I drove on the freeway started to get slushy...visibility downright sucked, and the semi's which usually go 70+ were only going 55.  I hopped off at the freeway exit that has a billboard for a store that sells farm animal feed, deli trays, and party supplies. I wanted to see if it really WAS snowing as badly as I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5894_105730822499_685082499_2068953_5536495_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs158.snc1/5894_105730822499_685082499_2068953_5536495_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hearse drove by as I sat there...and I decided I was going to wimp out and not keep going north where it would be worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I turned around and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my exciting day...when I got home I cleaned my kitchen..even got into the corners, then kids carved their pumpkins..a bit late, I baked 2 pumpkin pies and made pumpkin seeds. I was a right regular domestic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-2990038697467044855?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/2990038697467044855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=2990038697467044855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2990038697467044855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/2990038697467044855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/11/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-847838396469466678</id><published>2009-10-27T19:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:46:33.474-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>A Few Years Back...</title><content type='html'>an experienced home schooler said to me "You need to make a choice..either you home school or they go to school...make it and stick with it, and take away the other option"  At the time I was really wavering in my commitment and belief...ok..that was like until 6-12 months ago..I also did have a hard time swallowing her advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out...she was right.  When I took away the option of putting the kids in school and delved into and believed in the process of everything home education entails...my doubts faded.  It was almost magical...there were doubts, they went POOF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was she right, but she was wise.  Why? Well...when you are with small people nearly 24/7 and are responsible for educating them....some days...will...NOT...be...fun.  For me, today was one of those days.  There was arguing between the kids..non stop...the sky was all gray, the brilliant leaves are off the trees and mouldering on my lawn, did I mention the kids fighting????  Everything was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In hindsight I see where I slipped up...I didnt keep us in the structure we all need...I had a hard time getting motivated...and it showed.  The day ended up ok...and tomorrow is the day I go visit with my Mom and Mr. C takes the kids...so Thursday we will begin again, on the right foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odd how yesterday was a wonderful productive day and today was just blah....&lt;br /&gt;Im also thinking of maybe getting a sun lamp this winter?  The lack of sunshine is already getting to me...when there is sun I chase sunbeams around the house to sit in, but it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Obviously some people operate fine when they have the option of putting their kids in school....I dont work well in anything without a solid single minded dedication.  Having other options makes me second guess what Im doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-847838396469466678?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/847838396469466678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=847838396469466678' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/847838396469466678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/847838396469466678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/10/few-years-back.html' title='A Few Years Back...'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676845015504587810.post-8221746010946524888</id><published>2009-10-26T12:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:23:43.462-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>I registered for the college course I will be taking winter quarter today.&lt;br /&gt;The new math level went very well,  did two lessons.&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest I wanted to yank out my hair...but we pushed on..I bit my tongue and the boys finished their grammar work, spelling and handwriting.  I think boys are allergic to handwriting.  They want to learn cursive but they have atrocious printing...and the cursive book we are using does do a review of proper printing.  My 7yo saw that I wasn't going to budge and did his work as quickly and neatly as possible, my 9yo complained and took awhile..but finished.  Tomorrow I will be adding the history curriculum in.   Gwen did some phonics work and read a few words on her own...she was very happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676845015504587810-8221746010946524888?l=finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/feeds/8221746010946524888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676845015504587810&amp;postID=8221746010946524888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8221746010946524888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676845015504587810/posts/default/8221746010946524888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://finding-the-way-home.blogspot.com/2009/10/work.html' title='work'/><author><name>Alana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16720359445477278652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_c2BJhxBE6Ss/TPFkGSZR8ZI/AAAAAAAACYI/tvDkYNVQDXY/S220/frozen.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
