<?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-5814492</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:56:26.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Rubber Room</title><subtitle type='html'>A place for me to just let go. 
Consider yourself warned!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4602251369800296638</id><published>2009-01-28T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:00:37.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling Green, Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;Feb 04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://image.weather.com/web/common/wxicons/52/34.gif?12122006" alt="" title="" class="wxIcon marBot6" style="border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-bottom: 6px; width: 52px; height: 52px; border-color: initial; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;&lt;div class="h26px marBot8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; height: 26px; margin-bottom: 8px; "&gt;Mostly Sunny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;High &lt;span class="f15" style="font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;25°F&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="marBot12" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px; "&gt;Low &lt;span class="f13" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;16°F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="marBot16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; "&gt;Precip 10 %&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="marBot16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="marBot16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="marBot16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; "&gt;Yep, we are actually flying to this place.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="marBot16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; "&gt;Time to buy wool socks. Do they sell those here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="marBot16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-bottom: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4602251369800296638?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4602251369800296638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4602251369800296638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4602251369800296638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4602251369800296638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2009/01/bowling-green-ohio.html' title='Bowling Green, Ohio'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-7581587386575765946</id><published>2009-01-26T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:22:51.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Ruth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;table class="contentpaneopen" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-size: 100%; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); width: 100%; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="contentheading" width="100%" style="font-weight: normal; font-family: 'Arial Narrow', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(30, 98, 152); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 93%; line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;Ruth Matheny&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="right" width="100%" class="buttonheading" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; 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padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 93%; line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;span class="small" style="font-size: 95%; "&gt;Written by Sentinel Staff &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" colspan="2" class="createdate" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 93%; line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;Monday, 26 January 2009&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" colspan="2" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0.4em; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 93%; line-height: 1.5em; vertical-align: middle; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;img width="135" hspace="5" height="200" align="left" src="http://www.sent-trib.com/images/stories/2009/Jan2609/MathenyR.jpg" alt="" style="border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /&gt;A memorial service for Ruth (Ketzenbarger) Matheny will be held Feb. 7 at 2 p.m. at First Christian Church, Bowling Green. Rev. Brent Pomeroy will officiate. &lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Matheny, 89, of Bowling Green, died Saturday (Jan. 24, 2009) at Wood County Hospital. She taught for 30 years and retired from Eastwood Junior High School.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Matheny was a life member of Wood County Historical Society, Wood County Retired Teacher's Association and Ohio Teacher's Retirement Systems. Other memberships included American Legion Auxiliary No. 45, Union Grange No. 1475, First Families of Wood County and the church.&lt;/p&gt;She was a graduate of both Bowling Green High School and Bowling Green State University.&lt;br /&gt;Born March 4, 1919 in Wood County to Earl and Goldie (Carter) Ketzenbarger, she married Dale R. Matheny. He died in 1993.&lt;br /&gt;Also preceding her in death were a son, Jerry Lee, a granddaughter, a brother and a sister.&lt;br /&gt;Surviving are a son, James, of Las Vegas; five grandchildren; and 11 great-grandchildren.  &lt;br /&gt;Memorials may be made to the church or St. Jude Children's Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Condolences may be sent at www.dunnfuneralhome.com.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-7581587386575765946?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/7581587386575765946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=7581587386575765946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7581587386575765946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7581587386575765946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2009/01/grandma-ruth.html' title='Grandma Ruth'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3694940069595692009</id><published>2009-01-22T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T13:04:39.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder what I am really doing in life. I have all of these dreams and goals, but set them aside to work on "the important things" only to realize I forgot about my dreams and goals. And one day as I look at them all stacked up on the floor in the corner with dust on them, I get inspired to clean them off and pick them up again only to get distracted once again. It's a vicious cycle I have been stuck in lately. I'm tired of being stuck. Who is really stuck anyway? Stuck is just a comfortable place we like to go to when we are avoiding the actions we fear doing. Because its fear we are really hiding from anyway. Fear of failure, fear of success, fear of judgement and so on. Fear, now that's something I could write about. Fear is one of those subjects we can all relate to in one way or another. Everyone has been afraid of something or someone at some point in their lives. Think about it. Who has never experienced fear? And how is it that fear can have such control over our lives anyway? Because we let it. We choose to feel it and embrace it sometimes depending on the situation. It keeps us in comfort and allows us to avoid the icky and unfamiliar. Fear. Such a simple little word with such huge impact. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3694940069595692009?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3694940069595692009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3694940069595692009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3694940069595692009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3694940069595692009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1320782103685133494</id><published>2009-01-01T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:42:19.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake Mead 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SV1-XUlRO2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/i0H8TmydeLY/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SV1-XUlRO2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/i0H8TmydeLY/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286520476729949026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SV1-XAQ6oVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/swOgzJvezJ4/s1600-h/DSC_0050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SV1-XAQ6oVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/swOgzJvezJ4/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286520471275872594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SV1-WeovYhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y4hQMLu7_b0/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SV1-WeovYhI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y4hQMLu7_b0/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286520462248993298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the girls to the lake today because they have never been. It was kind of fun, but kind of sad too. The water level is so low it's hard to look at. But the mountains and all are very beautiful. They are part of what I love most about living here. And the heat, I love the heat for some reason. Call me crazy I suppose. It wouldn't be the first time.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1320782103685133494?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1320782103685133494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1320782103685133494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1320782103685133494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1320782103685133494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2009/01/lake-mead-2009.html' title='Lake Mead 2009'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SV1-XUlRO2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/i0H8TmydeLY/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6556160894536142032</id><published>2008-12-28T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T15:28:03.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Storm is Brewing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgJSROrEAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4QTJ4P93MD8/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgJSROrEAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4QTJ4P93MD8/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284984372186517506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgJSLGCWbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ushjyO9FvFU/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgJSLGCWbI/AAAAAAAAAPs/ushjyO9FvFU/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284984370539682226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a little stormy as of late. For those of you who know, it's not over, but it's not over, you know?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I took these pics on Christmas Day and I thought it was kind of funny that the sky represented what I was feeling for the moment. A little cold and stormy. Perhaps I will use them in my next picture book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, after seeing the wonderful opportunity Joe came to receive in the way of a book deal, it prompted me to start working more on my own book with the hope that one day I too will become published. Perhaps I will share some of it at a later date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6556160894536142032?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6556160894536142032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6556160894536142032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6556160894536142032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6556160894536142032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/12/storm-is-brewing.html' title='A Storm is Brewing...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgJSROrEAI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4QTJ4P93MD8/s72-c/DSC_0139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5119959434191910914</id><published>2008-12-24T10:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:03:43.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG2V_94GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KM1vZsQFgRk/s1600-h/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG2V_94GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KM1vZsQFgRk/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283433581035511906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG2FPGpUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TSjoYLKs0M8/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG2FPGpUI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TSjoYLKs0M8/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283433576535598402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG1wucxmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RUWUG6nICPw/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG1wucxmI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RUWUG6nICPw/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283433571029927522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG1Dglt2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/4PJjkAdl9jY/s1600-h/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG1Dglt2I/AAAAAAAAAO0/4PJjkAdl9jY/s320/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283433558892197730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG0_zjfkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/COEMAIdzdVA/s1600-h/DSC_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG0_zjfkI/AAAAAAAAAOs/COEMAIdzdVA/s320/DSC_0202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283433557898001986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is my favorite!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5119959434191910914?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5119959434191910914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5119959434191910914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5119959434191910914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5119959434191910914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-faces.html' title='Happy Faces'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVKG2V_94GI/AAAAAAAAAPM/KM1vZsQFgRk/s72-c/DSC_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-262662459142785312</id><published>2008-12-05T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:33:54.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog, Earthworm, Crayfish, Perch?</title><content type='html'>I'm like a kid at a candy store! We just got in our Biology supplies for dissections and I am so excited to get started. Dissecting is going to so much fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so can you hear the sarcasm there? Actually there isn't any. I really am excited to do the dissections with the class. But I am trying to practice hyping it up so I can get the students excited. It's not an easy assignment when you are a teen and everything is either cute and fuzzy or gross and slimy. I have faith we will get through it though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-262662459142785312?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/262662459142785312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=262662459142785312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/262662459142785312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/262662459142785312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/12/frog-earthworm-crayfish-perch.html' title='Frog, Earthworm, Crayfish, Perch?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-7766879654253741476</id><published>2008-12-02T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:03:49.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartoons and Jesus</title><content type='html'>Every morning I sit and wonder how I end up all alone watching cartoons. I don't start out alone in front of the TV. Usually I am asked to watch cartoons with my youngest. She turns on her favorites and we sit and watch them, then suddenly I realize I am the only one in the room. How does that happen? Perhaps I only imagine her wanting me to watch cartoons. Perhaps it's all in my head. Maybe, just maybe I really just love to watch cartoons and I just make up a reason to watch them so no one will know. Because what might others thing if they found out I was a cartoon lover? Naw! That's just silly!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why do I end up worshiping alone? I didn't start out alone. I usually would be asked to gather together with a group of fellow worshipers and we would worship together. But then suddenly I found myself all alone with my bible. Perhaps I only imagined the others who wanted to worship together. Perhaps it's all in my head. Maybe, just maybe I really love to worship and I just made up a reason to worship so no one will really know. Because what might others think if they found out I was a Jesus lover? Naw! That's just silly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-7766879654253741476?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/7766879654253741476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=7766879654253741476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7766879654253741476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7766879654253741476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/12/cartoons-and-jesus.html' title='Cartoons and Jesus'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1579834401926915812</id><published>2008-11-19T00:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:22:18.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fido Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SSPLf9wXFnI/AAAAAAAAALo/EPOyTpZpVOY/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SSPLf9wXFnI/AAAAAAAAALo/EPOyTpZpVOY/s320/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270279738967398002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SSPLf55ecrI/AAAAAAAAALg/_lSpcWkfbic/s1600-h/DSC_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SSPLf55ecrI/AAAAAAAAALg/_lSpcWkfbic/s320/DSC_0232.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270279737931887282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SSPLfU27fyI/AAAAAAAAALY/iQDGb5fwGug/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SSPLfU27fyI/AAAAAAAAALY/iQDGb5fwGug/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270279727989096226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first fido photo shoot. I was asked to take pics of some pretty pups that are the best of friends. One I am told is sick and not doing well. (The Doberman) You could have fooled me. They both looked healthy and happy. The white one is my favorite to photograph. He had a lot of personality.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did learn that dogs are not that easy to photograph. They move around so fast and every time I got down to their level to take a picture they would try to lick my face off. It was a lot of fun though and I look forward to my next fido photo shoot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1579834401926915812?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1579834401926915812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1579834401926915812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1579834401926915812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1579834401926915812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/11/fido-photo-shoot.html' title='Fido Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SSPLf9wXFnI/AAAAAAAAALo/EPOyTpZpVOY/s72-c/DSC_0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4003542780439225254</id><published>2008-11-13T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T13:40:30.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not to be a whiner but...</title><content type='html'>I just worked really hard last night, staying up until well past midnight, so I could put together an individual paper that was to be done before my team meeting which was this morning at 10am. Each team member was to bring his or her paper and we were to choose one to present to our class on Monday night. Pretty simple right? But, no one came with a paper except me. As a matter of fact, the members of my team sat there staring at me and asked if I was going to put the team paper together this week. I had to explain that we didn't have a team paper, we had a presentation on one of our individual papers. I was met with blank looks. I guess they didn't understand the assignment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, we spent five minutes listening to one person's "plan" for what we each would present and then everyone left. I sat there wondering what had just happened. Now I sit fuming. I want to avoid any confrontation, but I am having a hard time with this group as their actions affect my grade. ARG! Can't I just do my work and turn it in and get through my classes so I can graduate already?!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4003542780439225254?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4003542780439225254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4003542780439225254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4003542780439225254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4003542780439225254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-to-be-whiner-but.html' title='Not to be a whiner but...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-550302867595773390</id><published>2008-11-09T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T08:17:42.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I've Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just thought I would share a list of things I missed while away the last three years...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the smell after rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Red Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dust devils&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suspicious neighbors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lizards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aloe plants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neon lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 hour business&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's good to be back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-550302867595773390?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/550302867595773390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=550302867595773390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/550302867595773390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/550302867595773390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-ive-missed.html' title='Things I&apos;ve Missed'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6809584173317878550</id><published>2008-11-05T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:53:43.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SRHOpOL3eVI/AAAAAAAAALI/dGXfpCFpvzU/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SRHOpOL3eVI/AAAAAAAAALI/dGXfpCFpvzU/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265216646950648146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So we went to this pumpkin patch for Halloween and I was totally let down. We spend $30 on tickets for the younger kids to ride rides and play games. At three tickets a ride or game with 5 kids, we were out of there in a matter of minutes. Guess we will be having a party and haunted house next Halloween.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note to all pumpkin patch people: You need to lower prices or upgrade the patch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6809584173317878550?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6809584173317878550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6809584173317878550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6809584173317878550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6809584173317878550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-we-went-to-this-pumpkin-patch-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SRHOpOL3eVI/AAAAAAAAALI/dGXfpCFpvzU/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5163571960818726866</id><published>2008-11-04T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T08:33:29.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Vote Silly!</title><content type='html'>For anyone who ever had a gripe or a negative thought or suggestion for our government, today is your day to participate in making changes. So go vote already! It is totally painless, and only take a few minutes but makes a huge impact and allows your little voice to be heard in a big way.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5163571960818726866?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5163571960818726866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5163571960818726866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5163571960818726866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5163571960818726866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-vote-silly.html' title='Go Vote Silly!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1598354531267773341</id><published>2008-10-29T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:13:12.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matheny Creations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SQlQNArAe7I/AAAAAAAAALA/Ct7XBCcwXG8/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SQlQNArAe7I/AAAAAAAAALA/Ct7XBCcwXG8/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262825824008043442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SQlQM9pC_XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ktMWLVqy02s/s1600-h/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SQlQM9pC_XI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ktMWLVqy02s/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262825823194512754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SQlQMsFm5DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/q9xJjLibeeg/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SQlQMsFm5DI/AAAAAAAAAKw/q9xJjLibeeg/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262825818482467890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the name of my new business. I am creating customized photo books and putting together a book of my own work. I'll share more later on all of that. But here are a few pics from todays outing that I thought I would share with you. Enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1598354531267773341?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1598354531267773341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1598354531267773341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1598354531267773341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1598354531267773341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/matheny-creations.html' title='Matheny Creations...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SQlQNArAe7I/AAAAAAAAALA/Ct7XBCcwXG8/s72-c/DSC_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3688123990987390823</id><published>2008-10-26T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T22:42:55.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Chose Breakfast Over Church</title><content type='html'>I'm in the process of creating my first business called Matheny Creations. I'll fill you in on the details later but it has to do with photography and books. Two of my favorite things. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we chose breakfast over church today. There is a church a little ways away from our house that I went to last week alone to "check it out" for the family. It was small by comparison to most other churches here but large enough to hide in the back while listening and watching everything that was going on. The worship was fun and reminded me a little of old Apex days. The message was a little ADHD though and I found it hard to understand what the main subject was. But for the most part it was painless and we as a family decided we would attend together this weekend. However, once we got up and started getting ready to go we realized that none of us had breakfast yet and it was already 9:30. (church started at 10.) In the end we took the left turn instead of the right turn and ended up at the near by Denny's having breakfast and talking about Legos, biology, music, and God providing opportunities for growth. We never made it to church, but it kind of felt like we were connected as a family and we were definitely feeling blessed to be together. I find it kind of funny that we haven't managed to get to a church together for the last three years. Maybe we will try again next week. Or maybe we will continue our "gathering" at Denny's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3688123990987390823?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3688123990987390823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3688123990987390823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3688123990987390823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3688123990987390823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-chose-breakfast-over-church.html' title='We Chose Breakfast Over Church'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-940225685981645280</id><published>2008-10-23T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:16:18.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it!</title><content type='html'>Only some of you will understand the humor I find in this. But I get a call yesterday that my in-laws need a ride to the airport. No big, I will take them. Later that night I get a call from my dad who also needs a ride to the airport at the exact same time. I think to my self, "now that would be great to see, all three of them in the back of the truck made to sit together for a 30min ride to the airport. Would they behave?" and I laugh real hard with the visual. Reality kicked in though and we worked it out where I will take my father, and Shad will take his parents. Isn't God humorous sometimes though? I love it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Back story is obvious. The in-laws and my father do not like each other at all. They have not spoken since the wedding over 14 years ago if they even spoke then which I doubt.)   :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-940225685981645280?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/940225685981645280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=940225685981645280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/940225685981645280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/940225685981645280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-it.html' title='I love it!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1164767124227572025</id><published>2008-10-17T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T23:22:00.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of My Story</title><content type='html'>When I was 4 years old my dad abandoned my mom, my brother, and myself and chose to live a single life. Being that young I really didn't understand what was going on and just loved my dad and wanted him to be proud of me and to love me as much as I loved him. I also didn't understand why he would always have to leave just when he got back home from being away so long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years it became clear that my father was never coming home but rather just visiting. It became the norm for me and I adjusted accordingly. However, as I have grown up I have had much difficulty dealing with being around him as I would instantly regress into that child who just wants to be loved by her father, and who wanted her father to stick around a little while. I came to realize that he chose to abandon me and my family. And somewhere deep down inside I felt I must have done something wrong, or must not have been deserving of a father's love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I share this because my father is currently visiting and I found myself writing in my journal tonight, wondering just why I have been so not myself today. I realized that even after 33 years I still tend to try and regress into that child who wants to be loved by her father. Even worse, I found myself bummed that he will be leaving tomorrow night and feeling like we just don't really know each other as well as we should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I remembered that the choices he made in his life were his to make, not mine. And even though his choices affected my life in many ways, I was able to find a true Father whom loves me and has loved me all along. Well before I came into this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I screw up as much as the next person in life when making choices and living life but this Father never criticises me or abandons me. Instead he continues to love the imperfect me just as He always has. And this brings me a sense of relief knowing that I don't have to be perfect in order to love or be loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just felt that I needed to share that little bit of my story tonight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1164767124227572025?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1164767124227572025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1164767124227572025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1164767124227572025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1164767124227572025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/bit-of-my-story.html' title='A Bit of My Story'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-7815852604656583688</id><published>2008-10-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T10:43:07.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a job!</title><content type='html'>Looking for a job. Let's see, it needs to be part time for now, it needs to work with my personal school schedule, it needs to fit around the fact that I home school my kids, and it needs to be something I will enjoy and grow from otherwise I will get bored and not want to do it for long. Oh, and I have to get paid something. Preferably money so I can contribute to our income. Not a lot to ask for right? Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-7815852604656583688?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/7815852604656583688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=7815852604656583688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7815852604656583688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7815852604656583688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/need-job.html' title='Need a job!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6671537663982164988</id><published>2008-10-14T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:46:53.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hailey's Blue Hair!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SPTMaIT_ZqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zCB3KGzGoUU/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SPTMaIT_ZqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zCB3KGzGoUU/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257051414328207010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She decided she needed to have her hair black and blue. It is blue under the back as well. She just woke up in this picture so it isn't brushed or anything, but I like it. It's fun to see people's reactions when we go places too. And it is a good lesson in pre-judgement. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6671537663982164988?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6671537663982164988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6671537663982164988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6671537663982164988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6671537663982164988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/haileys-blue-hair.html' title='Hailey&apos;s Blue Hair!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SPTMaIT_ZqI/AAAAAAAAAKo/zCB3KGzGoUU/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4961106970640099894</id><published>2008-10-13T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:25:20.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things</title><content type='html'>I found Hot Tamale popcicles! I'm eating one now! Yum!&lt;div&gt; Oh and my daughter's hair is black and blue. I'll post a picture soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a house church reunion type thingy (if you can call it that) the other day. The Carder family was here minus one, and Susie was here! She brought these awesome cookies that I love. (Thanks Suzie!) It was great to finally catch up with everyone. We were missing a few people but it was nice to see everyone that could come hang out. Maybe we can do it again some time soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pen 15!!! hahahaahahahhaa! I can't get it out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4961106970640099894?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4961106970640099894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4961106970640099894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4961106970640099894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4961106970640099894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-things.html' title='Random things'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1279118741517052217</id><published>2008-10-09T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T11:56:32.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I love my family. However, (you knew that was coming right?) I have a hard time with some of them a lot these days. Some take advantage, others behave like children, and yet more have children that behave like, well, children. (Go figure) So what is my issue? It's more like a question really. Why can't I just love on everyone and them love me back without expectation or manipulation? Why do I have to be drug into the middle of things that have nothing to do with me? "Why can't we all just get along!?!"&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I just want to move away to a far off island and write books and take photos for a living, eat sea food and drink drinks with little fun umbrellas in them while painting pictures of the sea....very selfish I know. I would need my kids near by of course and my husband as well, and my computer, my dog, well....I guess I would actually be too alone all alone on my island so maybe it's not the best idea. Maybe I should just focus on a nice vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1279118741517052217?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1279118741517052217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1279118741517052217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1279118741517052217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1279118741517052217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8530153587176239749</id><published>2008-10-06T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:45:26.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>I had fun on my birthday and now I can't shake the guilt. What's up with that? I mean, I was thinking we never know how many we get for sure (birthdays), so why not start celebrating them and do something fun and actually enjoy them as much as possible. So I did, and the next day I felt guilty about it. Not good. This means I need to start having more fun more often. At least that is my prescribed medicine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8530153587176239749?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8530153587176239749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8530153587176239749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8530153587176239749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8530153587176239749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-birthday-blues.html' title='After the Birthday Blues'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6095235424972403790</id><published>2008-09-30T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T10:23:15.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home School Lesson</title><content type='html'>For school this morning we are watching a documentary of the 911 attacks. It brings back all the emotion and sadness, the frustration and confusion. It wasn't my choice for a school subject this morning, it was my oldest daughter's choice. She is interested in what happened as she was much younger when it happened and doesn't really remember it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is crazy how they are able to show what happened in this documentary based on the evidence found. And very sad to see them playing certain shots over and over again. Not the best of memories. But we are learning about many things. For instance how a structure built the way the Pentagon was helped to keep the damage to a minimum (if you can believe it) as there were people who survived and the plane did not go in as far as it could have. And how the blast waves were contained due to the building's design. This saved people who just happened to be standing in just the right spot the moment the blast waves hit. And how bomb proof windows protected people from the fire. The area hit was being renovated so the more than 5,000 people who work in those areas were not there that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6095235424972403790?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6095235424972403790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6095235424972403790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6095235424972403790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6095235424972403790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/09/home-school-lesson.html' title='Home School Lesson'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3408439806649883914</id><published>2008-09-23T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:02:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SNlIZN5bDLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BxUcn_KIedc/s1600-h/DSC_0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SNlIZN5bDLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BxUcn_KIedc/s320/DSC_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249306438741462194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the picture is of our living room and where we slept the first night in our house. It was crazy but fun. Now our home is full of furniture and boxes and is a mess. But it is slowly coming together. I truly enjoy just having a house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3408439806649883914?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3408439806649883914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3408439806649883914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3408439806649883914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3408439806649883914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-peek.html' title='Just a peek'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SNlIZN5bDLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BxUcn_KIedc/s72-c/DSC_0294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-9077084010410728141</id><published>2008-09-16T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:43:45.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving right along...</title><content type='html'>Well, this has not been the smoothest transition from one state to another, but we are finally moved in with all of our stuff and I have to admit, it feels wonderful to sleep in a bed and have a fridge. Living in an empty house with an ice chest was fun for a while, but not so much fun after the second week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent the weekend bringing boxes in and we are still unpacking. And today we went to the DMV and made our residence here official. It's nice to be home. Now we need to start connecting with more friends and family. I'm thinking we do a once a month get together and just invite everyone we know and see who shows up.   :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-9077084010410728141?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/9077084010410728141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=9077084010410728141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/9077084010410728141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/9077084010410728141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving-right-along.html' title='Moving right along...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5630172540311344456</id><published>2008-09-08T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:02:39.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Week at Home</title><content type='html'>I am currently sitting in what will be the den of our new house. It has a single chair in it, and my school papers are scattered about with scribbles here and there. There is an almost empty can of paint calling my name waiting for me to use it on the last of the trim work and a bucket with a rag, paint brushes and a tarp, and various other things on the floor. In one week I have managed to live with no furnishings other than air mattresses and folding chairs while using an ice chest for a fridge. It has been fun and interesting as well as frustrating. Some of the comments surprise me though, like "Oh! you have no fridge? How do you eat? How do you keep your food from spoiling?" or "How can you live like that?" Comedy really.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took this, our first week, to clean the walls and the floors, dust the windows and blinds, wipe cabinets and paint rooms all in preparation for our truck-o-stuff to get here to our newly purchased home. Our truck-o-stuff that clearly we do not NEED but just can't seem to live without.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At night I sit on the floor and log into school and try to make sense of my instructors postings and assignment requirements in order to make some sort of plan on how to accomplish what she wants on the due dates I'm given. I've managed so far. My biggest obstacle is staying focused and remembering I have school because I am so easily distracted with what we have been doing to this house to get it ready. I have worked on it every day since we got here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow I will attempt to get the trim work done without the purchase of another small can of paint, but I am not sure there is enough in the can to get it done. I am feeling lucky though. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will also be painting polka dots. Like 30 of them. Then I get to take a trip to the airport to drop a couple of my favorite people off so they can help our truck-o-stuff make it here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually I will get to see my husband again which I am so looking forward to. I miss him as I have not seen him in over a week. This, our first week in our new home. It's been fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5630172540311344456?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5630172540311344456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5630172540311344456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5630172540311344456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5630172540311344456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-week-at-home.html' title='The First Week at Home'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6440180783987095028</id><published>2008-08-27T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:18:44.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Car Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLUM6vwkMLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1-TBSFpOBgU/s1600-h/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLUM6vwkMLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1-TBSFpOBgU/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239107944907550898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLUM7Le9JjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Nhr3ccfyoHM/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLUM7Le9JjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Nhr3ccfyoHM/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239107952349881906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLUM7cZK2YI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qdmGVcXprJI/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLUM7cZK2YI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/qdmGVcXprJI/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239107956889016706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the day at a car show over the weekend. It was fun and I was able to try my had at some funky photos. I plan on using my favorites to decorate the Garage. Enjoy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6440180783987095028?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6440180783987095028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6440180783987095028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6440180783987095028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6440180783987095028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/08/car-show.html' title='Car Show!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLUM6vwkMLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1-TBSFpOBgU/s72-c/DSC_0086.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8051713976194650476</id><published>2008-08-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T15:10:10.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLCKiyOix7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hI6ndyjp3nI/s1600-h/DSC_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLCKiyOix7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hI6ndyjp3nI/s320/DSC_0329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237838696834844594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLCKjjPbx3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/iMOT-5OUmhA/s1600-h/DSC_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLCKjjPbx3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/iMOT-5OUmhA/s320/DSC_0322.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237838709991917426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLCKkAdH7YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zrhCej1h0AQ/s1600-h/DSC_0274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLCKkAdH7YI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/zrhCej1h0AQ/s320/DSC_0274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237838717833964930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach the other day and I was able to take some photos. I thouht I would share a few of my favorites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8051713976194650476?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8051713976194650476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8051713976194650476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8051713976194650476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8051713976194650476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/08/more-photos.html' title='More photos!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SLCKiyOix7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/hI6ndyjp3nI/s72-c/DSC_0329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-408530482052647772</id><published>2008-08-17T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T13:32:48.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready?</title><content type='html'>What is it about moving to another stated that makes a person look differently at what they have in life? Is it the major change factor that pushes us to realize things we neglected to see in the first place? And why is that? Why do we do that? I have this really deep desire to go out and document everything around me before we move back to Vegas and I was trying to figure out why I would feel the need to do that. It isn't like I will never see this place again, although the experience will be different next time being a visitor versus a resident. But for some reason I long to capture this moment in time of our lives. Interesting. Over our time here I have tried to appreciate what we have been provided and blessed with. Things like cool weather, green everywhere, wild life and just a whole different cultural experience. But I see that this is all about to change and want to somehow capture what we have and take it with us. Am I crazy? That's not the point really so please don't answer that. &lt;div&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I know for sure is that we are getting a second change to experience and enjoy (in a whole new way) the place we came from in the first place. I have many plans already in the works to help us take advantage of as much as we can of what we took for granted before. I learned my lesson the first time. And it was the move here that woke me up and opened my eyes to it all. The realization of just what we had and how badly we treated or ignored it. Be ready my friends, I will be knocking and calling and planning trying to include you in on my attempt to live and love life to the fullest. Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-408530482052647772?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/408530482052647772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=408530482052647772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/408530482052647772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/408530482052647772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-ready.html' title='Are You Ready?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6814185929400233928</id><published>2008-08-07T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:03:33.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Pages!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SJvSLK5aY0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/nHd96NyOi5U/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SJvSLK5aY0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/nHd96NyOi5U/s200/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232006481466516290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A random photo from the river behind our hotel in Oregon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SJvSLZToRvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xFwK5erYAXA/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SJvSLZToRvI/AAAAAAAAAI8/xFwK5erYAXA/s200/DSC_0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232006485334574834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SJvSLg56EyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q2ZeFKqzD_Q/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;One of the streets of San Francisco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SJvSLg56EyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q2ZeFKqzD_Q/s200/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232006487374172962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A flower growing in our backyard.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of late, I have gotten back into photography. I've always been into it as many already know. But lately I can't get enough. I think I will try to take a side class in photography later on after we move. So what do you think, am I any good?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6814185929400233928?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6814185929400233928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6814185929400233928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6814185929400233928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6814185929400233928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/08/picture-pages.html' title='Picture Pages!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SJvSLK5aY0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/nHd96NyOi5U/s72-c/DSC_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8663408120893436410</id><published>2008-08-04T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T16:32:41.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Girl!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I always say that my girls are my babies. I know, I'm in a sort of denial about it all. I'll work it out some day. For now I just sit in awe of how much they have grown. I look at the pictures from just a year ago and it is amazing and a little frightening all at once. We are blessed for sure. We celebrated Hailey's birthday at the park we frequently go to and I caught Hailey staring off over at some trees. When I asked her what she was looking at, she said she was just remembering all of the fun times she has had at this park, and she began to tell me all about where she first met each of her friends and some of the fun things they did. It was very cool for her to share that with me, and a little sad too. They have grown a lot here physically and emotionally. They have made some great friends and have learned a whole lot about the world. Northern California is certainly a different place from all others to live and learn.  We are going to miss it. But don't tell anyone I said that.  ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8663408120893436410?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8663408120893436410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8663408120893436410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8663408120893436410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8663408120893436410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-baby-girl.html' title='My Baby Girl!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5902199655912241748</id><published>2008-07-29T22:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T22:28:30.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SI_7VnWQlLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/47AlyjA67UU/s1600-h/l_2f9668c4c8f0bb7598260418d06668cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SI_7VnWQlLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/47AlyjA67UU/s200/l_2f9668c4c8f0bb7598260418d06668cf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228674041158603954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday we will celebrate Hailey's 14th birthday at the park with messy games. It's going to be a lot of fun. Then it is strictly business for the next month packing and visiting with old friends and new to say good byes and swap email and snail mail addresses. This is a picture of friends Hailey will be leaving behind. I know she has been blessed to get to know them and hope they will all stay in touch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my first online class today and I must say, it is way different from what I thought it would be. Lots of work and I am going to have to be very strict with my schedule to make sure I get everything done on time. The good news though is that I finally have a Thursday night off and will have for the next two months. The first time in over 2 years!! Yes! I wouldn't know what to do with myself except for the fact that I have lots of packing and other things to keep me busy. Lucky me!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my last working day. I am both sad and happy about it. Sad to be leaving such an awesome group of people and happy because it means we are that much closer to getting our move over with. As it is I have found good enough reason to get myself and the girls moved two weeks earlier than we planned. If anyone would like to come paint some rooms, let me know. You are more than welcome to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5902199655912241748?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5902199655912241748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5902199655912241748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5902199655912241748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5902199655912241748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/07/sunday-we-will-celebrate-haileys-14th.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SI_7VnWQlLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/47AlyjA67UU/s72-c/l_2f9668c4c8f0bb7598260418d06668cf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4582311205574215536</id><published>2008-07-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:18:12.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting is Over</title><content type='html'>Its the house in the SW/SE for sure. Guess I will be doing a lot of driving. &lt;div&gt;Oh well! At least I finally know where I am going to live now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yippee for me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4582311205574215536?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4582311205574215536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4582311205574215536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4582311205574215536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4582311205574215536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/07/waiting-is-over.html' title='The Waiting is Over'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4488986427268122934</id><published>2008-07-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:50:08.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad    :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I am sad. I had an argument with the hubby and I feel very alone tonight. (Stress I am sure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;So I have 6 days left of work. Four of them this week, three of them next week. And my last class at the campus is this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;. I change to online classes after that. Change is creeping in and stress is mounting up slowly without a sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;I took a walk tonight. It was dark and all up hill. Kind of like how I feel about tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Well, enough of that crap. I'm going to bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4488986427268122934?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4488986427268122934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4488986427268122934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4488986427268122934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4488986427268122934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/07/sad.html' title='Sad    :('/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6762304047024432497</id><published>2008-07-14T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:07:13.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wigidy Wigidy Whack!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so let me lay it out for ya...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...we have a house in the SW that we put an offer on, and our offer was accepted. Whooo! We have a house! It was one of many offers out there but the only one to get accepted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, we got the papers to sign on this house on Friday and while I was trying to figure out how our furniture would go in it, Shad's sister sent us some info on a house in the NW. I kind of ignored it because after all, we have a house! Don't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, last night Shad had his sister running out to look at this house in the NW and taking pictures of it. "Just in case" was his excuse. I just kept planning for our move to the SW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, today I get a call from Shad telling me he put an offer on the house in the NW! The house we have not even walked in and looked at. We have no idea what it looks like inside, we have no idea about anything except it is in the NW and has a pool, and Shad just put in a huge offer on it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I the only one here that sees the insanity of all of this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6762304047024432497?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6762304047024432497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6762304047024432497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6762304047024432497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6762304047024432497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/07/wigidy-wigidy-whack.html' title='Wigidy Wigidy Whack!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3635500580429792925</id><published>2008-07-12T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:59:04.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of the Squirrels!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHl7jAlsHvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Odr6c-CYl7E/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHl7jAlsHvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Odr6c-CYl7E/s200/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222341084296519410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey was up in her room and glanced out of the window (which happens to have a huge tree in front of it) and saw a squirrel. Then she saw another one, and another. A total of three were playing around and trimming branches. She managed to grab the camera and get a few great shots. Above is one of them. The dog must have been taking a nap because usually she is sitting at the base of the tree looking up and keeping watch for them. This is the kind of stuff I will miss when we move to Vegas. (By Sept 15 for those who were wondering.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of our move. We had an offer accepted in the SW part of town on a house we liked. We are currently trying to decide if we want to go ahead with it or keep looking. It's a bit stressful to say the least but either way we will figure it out. In the mean time, anyone want to visit and help with the packing? :B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3635500580429792925?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3635500580429792925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3635500580429792925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3635500580429792925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3635500580429792925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/07/attack-of-squirrels.html' title='Attack of the Squirrels!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHl7jAlsHvI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Odr6c-CYl7E/s72-c/DSC_0039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5380564787484712380</id><published>2008-07-11T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:27:04.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd5a_TZAHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N6Ak_dks218/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd5a_TZAHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N6Ak_dks218/s200/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775797535703154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd41yhmq-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/eZcbTWMKF0o/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd41yhmq-I/AAAAAAAAAH0/eZcbTWMKF0o/s200/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775158450498530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd42G_OWRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fBG15HGjsAo/s1600-h/DSC_0105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd42G_OWRI/AAAAAAAAAH8/fBG15HGjsAo/s200/DSC_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775163943442706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd42i3jGzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hUvG7bv7E5A/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd42i3jGzI/AAAAAAAAAIE/hUvG7bv7E5A/s200/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221775171427441458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as promised here are a few photos from the fun time at the fair. Hailey touched a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;millipede (Eewwww!) &lt;/span&gt;and Mackenzie drew a clown. EXCITING stuff! We might just drive up here next year just for this event. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5380564787484712380?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5380564787484712380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5380564787484712380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5380564787484712380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5380564787484712380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SHd5a_TZAHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/N6Ak_dks218/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3238864624425519813</id><published>2008-06-28T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:52:15.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeeeeee!</title><content type='html'>We went to the fair today! It was fun. We rode some of the rides, we played some of the games, we went to the exhibition hall and checked out some of the cool stuff there, and we finished up with snack purchases. We always get the home made fudge and the girls get cotton candy. Overall a very good day. We didn't walk the entire thing though or go to the concert as that would have had us there way longer than we wanted to be there. As it is we were there four or five hours. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At some point in the day I told Mackenzie that we were not going to be able to go next year and she got sad again. She isn't dealing with the moving news very well. Hopefully we can remedy that when we get back by getting her involved in some activities with friends. Only time will tell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have a spa appointment tomorrow! So I have to go get some sleep because I have to be there at 9am! On a Sunday! What was I thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'll share pics from the fair soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3238864624425519813?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3238864624425519813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3238864624425519813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3238864624425519813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3238864624425519813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/06/wheeeeeee.html' title='Wheeeeeee!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4883841998325726241</id><published>2008-06-26T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:07:08.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting is hard...</title><content type='html'>So I am sitting here waiting on the bug guy to get here. We have to be ready to leave the house once it's sprayed  and unfortunately he can show up any time between now and 1pm. It would be great if he got here now because then we would have time to go to the fair today. But if he doesn't get here until one, well, I guess it's the mall or the book store or the library. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And on to other news.....we are moving back to Vegas. Yes, it has happened. We are being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; and now have a very short time to find a house and get moved. Part of me is super happy, and another part of me is super crappy. Sorry, I just had a huge urge to rhyme. So like I said, I'm happy that we are going to be back but will miss the weather, the green, the parks with SHADE and well, lots of other things. But it's all for the best I suppose. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start another class tonight. Research and Statistics. Yeah! I'm so excited to get this one over with. Since we are moving I will probably switch to online classes until we get settled in our new place. Our new place that has a pool!!! It's my one must have, no negotiations requirement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well, that's about it I guess. For now anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4883841998325726241?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4883841998325726241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4883841998325726241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4883841998325726241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4883841998325726241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting-is-hard.html' title='Waiting is hard...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5492306912288824860</id><published>2008-06-18T11:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T11:17:26.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It!</title><content type='html'>I love my family, but oh my goodness it's nice to have my house back. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great trip to Oregon to see our niece graduate and it was made extra special because got to spend it with family. Don't believe me? Just look at the pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlQuVak1wI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Mv_Q3g2qvs/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlQuVak1wI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Mv_Q3g2qvs/s200/DSC_0067.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213286800610875138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlQvIDZ5QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gayQq9onE-M/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlQvIDZ5QI/AAAAAAAAAHU/gayQq9onE-M/s200/DSC_0072.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213286814203897090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlQvqKKA6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/47AIUIfaxNs/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlQvqKKA6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/47AIUIfaxNs/s200/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213286823359021986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlPv56twjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/j_hOj4IbKRo/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlPv56twjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/j_hOj4IbKRo/s200/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213285728077595186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlPwtaddVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5mjD_lLIehs/s1600-h/IMG_1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlPwtaddVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/5mjD_lLIehs/s200/IMG_1751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213285741900952914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlPxFiOIhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P2rEjFenesI/s1600-h/IMG_1822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlPxFiOIhI/AAAAAAAAAHE/P2rEjFenesI/s200/IMG_1822.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213285748375953938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5492306912288824860?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5492306912288824860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5492306912288824860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5492306912288824860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5492306912288824860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-made-it.html' title='We Made It!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SFlQuVak1wI/AAAAAAAAAHM/0Mv_Q3g2qvs/s72-c/DSC_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1763288406001449901</id><published>2008-06-08T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:04:26.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A question or two...</title><content type='html'>How do you connect with teens ages 12-19 who are using drugs?&lt;div&gt;Kids who have parents who smoke pot or who have taught their kids that pot really isn't a drug or that it isn't harmful?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids with parents who stand there with a drink in there hand saying "don't drink" or who decide other things in life are more important than their kids who is strung out on heroin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids who use who are having kids themselves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The job I accepted is hard. I mean, these kids aren't stupid. They know what they are doing. Most of them fully accept that the drugs they use are harmful and most of them will tell you they could care less. So how does a person reach them? I mean, I know the different theories and techniques, but I am thinking there has got to be a better way. Or perhaps there are just a lot of things I still need to learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll have to write more later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1763288406001449901?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1763288406001449901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1763288406001449901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1763288406001449901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1763288406001449901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/06/question-or-two.html' title='A question or two...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-7517795224715692263</id><published>2008-06-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T00:11:09.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy brain time....</title><content type='html'>This was a tough week. And that's all I've got to say about that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this funny quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be nice! Else you'll spend the rest of your life fighting and competing and you'll never trust anyone and you will end up just not being very happy and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like it because there is truth in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will have 12 visitors on Wednesday staying with us. It should be an interesting event. Can you say QFT? Yep, that's what it will be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-7517795224715692263?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/7517795224715692263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=7517795224715692263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7517795224715692263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7517795224715692263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/06/crazy-brain-time.html' title='Crazy brain time....'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4436334388439982911</id><published>2008-05-30T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:17:08.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!</title><content type='html'>So how's it going? Today I had a good day, although it was quite busy. My job is tough, but I think I made a bit of a break through today with my group. I went off the path of conformity and chose to break out on my own. I took a chance and it worked out and the kids opened up a bit and even relaxed enough to start sharing some true feeling. It was pretty cool. And then I had two meetings with two kids who are deep in denial. My head was spinning by the time I was done but I felt like I actually got something done for the first time in weeks. It was a good day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the trick is to try and get the same results every time. I've got my work cut out for me for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, I have this really hard school assignment where I have to research toys for ages 6 months to 12 months and then do a presentation on what the findings are and how they relate to some different theories. I'm actually looking forward to this assignment. It will give my brain a nice little rest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of rest, I think I will take one right now....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4436334388439982911?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4436334388439982911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4436334388439982911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4436334388439982911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4436334388439982911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi.html' title='Hi!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1731550008341095457</id><published>2008-05-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T12:40:48.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just stuff</title><content type='html'>So last week my computer totally crashed. I am talking it died. There is just no bringing it back. And because I am in school and because of the work I do my hubby knew I would need a new computer and fast. We had planned that the next one would be new and wanted to make sure it was something reliable and easier for me to cart around. We also wanted something worth the money and that would last for many years. So we bought a Mac Book. I am very happy with it and find it easy to use. I love not being tied to a plug, (my other computer had a bad battery so I had to be plugged in all the time) and it is much easier to carry around. I can't find one thing wrong with it, so I had to share just how much I love it so far. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are preparing for a visit from the family next month. We will have a total of 11 people visiting us and staying in our little house. I am going to try to convince the kids to camp out in the backyard. They would have more fun I think, but we shall see. As it it, our little three bedroom home is going to be packed full of family and it will be nice. Then it is a trip to Oregon to see our niece graduate from college. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to play some Guitar Hero II! Hope you are having a great weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1731550008341095457?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1731550008341095457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1731550008341095457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1731550008341095457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1731550008341095457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-stuff.html' title='Just stuff'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-2097685702948496015</id><published>2008-05-17T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T23:33:18.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind is a Wonderful Thing</title><content type='html'>Let's review the last post, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working, I panicked, I tried to jump ship and .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I was totally denied! Well, actually, I was told that I would have to "hang in there" until a position opened up in the adult side of things. That pushed me into a bigger panic at first, but then I decided to talk to another counselor about what I was going through. The counselor that has been training me. This was hard to do, and I cried while I admitted my fears and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uncertainties&lt;/span&gt;. He said he totally respected the fact that I was sharing this and being up front and honest. We talked about the fact that people in this field have to have self confidence in what they are doing. I have always lacked in self confidence anyway, so this was something I needed to hear. We also talked about the difference between teen and adult addicts, the fact that I have the ability to do the job, and many other insightful things. The end result was for me to take the weekend and just think things through, then come in on Monday and share my thoughts and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here it is Saturday night and I have come to some big realizations about it all. Basically I was a total ball of stress. I was pushed over the edge because I didn't have full confidence in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;, and because I didn't utilize the help of the other counselors and resources available to me. I almost quit, but realize now that I am more than capable of doing this job, that I have tons of resources available to me for help, and that Monday when I go in I will be able to tell them for sure that I am.....well, I think I now what I am, but I am still giving it until tomorrow night to soak in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my life these days. Craziness I tell you. Emotionally draining craziness! But God teaches me best when I am in my stressful craziness. I am learning so much, and not just about the job but about myself as well. He has a method to His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt; I tell ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-2097685702948496015?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/2097685702948496015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=2097685702948496015' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2097685702948496015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2097685702948496015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/05/mind-is-wonderful-thing.html' title='The Mind is a Wonderful Thing'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-7184590498656179648</id><published>2008-05-15T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:21:58.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Want to Ride the Roller Coaster?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So there I was in a room with three fellow counselors the other day and we start going over the different clients in the program and suddenly I was given a case load of five clients to start working with. Now, I have been getting some training over the last couple of weeks, but this took me by surprise as I was not expecting it to happen this soon. I have been struggling this whole time with finding a way to relate to these teens I am working with, and my head has been spinning every night. I've bought books, searched the web and just done all I could think of to prepare myself and educate myself. I've been getting up early and going to bed at 1:30am every night since I have started working. I've been a little stressed out to put it kindly. But when I heard that they were giving me a case load and learned more about these kids, I was in a panic. I kept telling myself that it would be alright but I kept hearing this voice in my head asking me how I was going to relate with these kids. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, I pushed that little voice right over and decided to take action and made a meeting with one of my new clients. I met with him and it went alright, then met with mom and dad and that went alright too. The case is a huge mess but I was feeling okay when I left, but still, something just wasn't right. Since it was my anniversary, I decided to let the days events go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was not going to take work home with me. And the rest of my night I felt great, like I had really accomplished something. And I slept like a rock. The first bit of good sleep I have had in a long time. And then it happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I woke up today in a panic. I think I even began having an anxiety attack. All I could think was "I am not the right fit for the teen program" and "I should be working with the adults, not the kids." Like I said, things have been going fine, but I couldn't get these thoughts out of my head and suddenly I realized that I had to call someone and talk about what was going on in my head. So of course I called my best friend and husband and he helped me calm down. After we talked I decided to just take the day to think about things. I realized that I was certain I was in the wrong place, and I knew that if I was going to do anything about it, now was the time. If I wait any longer it will be bad for these kids. After I made the attempt to open and dial the number about twenty times, I finally made the call to my boss and talked to him about it all. He said he would take care of it and that I would just be rolled over to the adult program. Now, I have to deal with going in tomorrow and explaining myself to the teen counselors and pray that things go smoothly. It is going to be an uncomfortable situation to say the least, but tonight I feel as though a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders, and I am not stressed out at all. This has been one major roller coaster ride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-7184590498656179648?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/7184590498656179648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=7184590498656179648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7184590498656179648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7184590498656179648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/05/want-to-ride-roller-coaster.html' title='Want to Ride the Roller Coaster?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6579201225348239881</id><published>2008-05-07T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T02:00:23.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vida Loca!</title><content type='html'>Life has been a bit crazy. Here it is 1:30 in the morning and I am still not done writing my paper that is due on Thursday night. I just can't think about funding and IT systems right now. I also have to put together some research information for my team project of which I am slightly confused about but I will have to do that later too. I did manage to get a few ideas written down for the group session I am supposedly doing tomorrow with the teens. And I have a head start on dishes and laundry. And to top it all off, I actually came home without a head ache from work last night. My brain has been a little fried each night from all of the new information I am being given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen recovery is different to say the least. I will have to write more about that later. And working is just a trip after all of these years. I know, that sounds kind of sad coming from someone in her thirties right. I can't help it, I was always the kind of person that felt she had to have a job for security. Now I am totally used to staying at home and having time to do what I want. Yep, spoiled rotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are doing alright with the new schedule though. We actually get more done for school now than we have in over a year. I'm still thinking about putting Hailey in an independent study for next year and realized that I will have to hurry and enroll her if I am going to do it. I've heard through the grape vine here that late enrollment is kind of hard to do. It has something to do with crazy families getting on waiting lists to put their preschooler in school or something like that. Luckily I don't have to worry about that since we live an alternative school style. :) I mean, we do private school. Wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month we are going to have 11 family members come here and stay a night or two with us. Yes, I said 11! 11 + our four and our dog. Oh what a great day that will be. I am not sure just where we are going to put everyone, but I guess we will figure it all out once they get here. I have half a mind to put the kids out in the backyard in the tent. Anyway, they are all coming this way as we make our way to Oregon to see Shara (my niece) graduate from college. It will be a fun trip and I am looking forward to screaming and yelling as she walks the stage to grab her hard earned degree. I will also be daydreaming about the day when I finally get my degree. It's going to happen people. One way or another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that it is almost two, I guess I should get my butt to bed and get some sleep. I have to be up at nine! Happy Wednesday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6579201225348239881?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6579201225348239881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6579201225348239881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6579201225348239881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6579201225348239881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-vida-loca.html' title='La Vida Loca!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1685886513154991395</id><published>2008-04-26T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T22:30:21.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How time flies...</title><content type='html'>...when you get a job. I've been so busy trying to put together a new home schooling schedule, purchasing work clothes, organizing paperwork and running around taking care of the other wild and wacky things one has to do in order to start work that I have not had time to even check &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;email&lt;/span&gt; or do anything else really. It has been a crazy few days. I am looking forward to starting work though. It is an exciting thing to know I will be thrown to the teenage wolves so to speak and left to fend for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. I keep wondering how it will all turn out but of course I will never know until I know, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest reading list has turned towards Treatment Improvement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Protocols&lt;/span&gt; and teen recovery materials. Extremely interesting reading actually, but I feel as though I need more so I will be going to the book store tomorrow morning to brows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;through&lt;/span&gt; the psychology section. I've been given some suggestions of books to look for, and I am taking any more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;suggestion&lt;/span&gt; any one has for me. Hint, hint, wink, wink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also reminded the other night of my trip to India back in 2004. I can hardly believe it has been so long ago. That trip really made an impact on the girls we took as well as on ourselves. I found the journal I took with me on that trip and read some of the entries. The whole experience was life changing. I would love to have the chance to go again some day. I still think about all of the people we met young and old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to work on my homework. :b Oh, and I finally have my computer all hooked up to my printer and so I will be able to add pics soon. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy day to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1685886513154991395?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1685886513154991395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1685886513154991395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1685886513154991395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1685886513154991395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/04/how-time-flies.html' title='How time flies...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3591587637413954526</id><published>2008-04-21T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:08:14.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what I got!</title><content type='html'>I got a job this weekend. Actually, the job got me. Now I have the title of Alcohol and Drug Counselor for a teen program. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the call as I was driving to Vegas on Friday. It pays very little, but offers a huge opportunity for me career wise. I am excited as well as a little intimidated but I feel very blessed at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to say the least, my life is about to get a little on the crazy side. I will be home schooling, working part time and going to school full time. Sounds so not like a big deal when I read that, but when I think of the reality of it all, it really is kind of crazy. But then I have spent my whole life around crazy so I guess that is the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I am still in Vegas and enjoying visiting with family. Tomorrow we get to visit with friends and that will be great as well. I look forward to a fun filled day of sun and fun at the park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3591587637413954526?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3591587637413954526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3591587637413954526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3591587637413954526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3591587637413954526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/04/guess-what-i-got.html' title='Guess what I got!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4253486092005746022</id><published>2008-04-10T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T12:41:17.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life as of late...</title><content type='html'>has been really busy, but good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a surgery on Friday, slept Saturday and Sunday, was lazy on Monday, worked on Tuesday, took my hubby to the airport on Wednesday and then went to school for some study time, and well, you are pretty much caught up minus about a thousand little tasks in between. Tonight I have school and I am oh so looking forward to that because it is a two hour class about pretty much nothing as I have all of my stuff DONE! Then it's on to another class next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work experience is over and I am a little sad to leave, but glad to have had the experience of meeting so many people and hearing all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; stories in life. I learned a ton and gained a tone of information from books and people alike. It was a great ten weeks actually. Okay, more than ten in reality but anyway, I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I am contemplating on what I should do with my degree once it is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;. I am still working on a plan for a non-profit facility but at the same time I need to be thinking of a back up career choice. Any ideas? Go ahead, I can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are missing friends and taking a much needed trip back to Vegas soon. If you know of any activities going on that we can tag along with in the homeschooling community, send the info our way. We look forward to seeing you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4253486092005746022?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4253486092005746022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4253486092005746022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4253486092005746022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4253486092005746022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-as-of-late.html' title='Life as of late...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8684489219561239716</id><published>2008-04-02T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T18:16:05.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was just trying to be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day I got a lot of work done. I feel as though I have made many tiny accomplishments because I have and it feels good. There are many days when I feel like I haven't accomplished anything and it usually brings me down, and even though I have a lot on my plate, I feel good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be visiting Vegas in another two weeks and I am very excited. I plan on staying a few days and bringing the girls. Hopefully friends will not be too busy and we can hook up for some catching up on life and such. It will be nice to see some friendly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an amazing discovery the other night. I found my diploma from the medical assisting school I attended back in 1992. I have been searching for it for, well, 16 years! Oh my goodness! Did I just hear that? Holy Cow! Time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fricken&lt;/span&gt; flies fast! That means my 20 year reunion is just around the corner. What happened? Wow, that is just a crazy realization. Please excuse me a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am better now. (I think) Well, I suppose on that note I should just go. I feel the need to go hug my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8684489219561239716?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8684489219561239716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8684489219561239716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8684489219561239716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8684489219561239716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1972039465141905296</id><published>2008-04-01T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:55:58.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude!</title><content type='html'>There is this woman with the name of Dr. Pepper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shwarts&lt;/span&gt;! Dr. Pepper! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haahahhahahahhaahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was fun. So life is moving right along. I find that lately I am in to taking part in church via computer video. Thanks Joe. I also notice that I am really enjoying my work experience and have learned a ton! Tonight was no different even with the drama going on. And there was a lot of drama over the last few days let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there are many things I wanted to share but I find that they have somehow slipped my mind. Maybe I will remember and write more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and someone said Horton Hears a Who the movie was anti-home schooling. Anyone know anything about that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1972039465141905296?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1972039465141905296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1972039465141905296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1972039465141905296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1972039465141905296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/04/dude.html' title='Dude!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8482776148551539103</id><published>2008-03-21T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:36:47.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A part of me is missing...</title><content type='html'>I can't find my journal in this mess of a freshly moved house, so I feel as though I am missing a part of me. Since I journal with my hands, I suppose I could say my right hand in missing. It feels weird not to have that part of me, that safe place to settle in to at night, or during my day. I don't want to buy a new one though, because I want the one I started with. So, I suppose I will have to start opening boxes and bags of stuff and begin the search tonight after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just started reading this crazy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;outrageous&lt;/span&gt; story called The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka the other night. It is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bizarre&lt;/span&gt; but has some great humor in to it. I'm anxious to find out just what happens in the end. It starts with a man trying to get up and get ready for work, but he wakes up and discovers he has transformed into some kind of insect. He scares his family half to death as they finally discover his secret and then they gradually begin to accept the transformation and start to take care of him. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; is a strange story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;, time to go to work. I suppose I will write more on this blog until I find my missing journal. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8482776148551539103?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8482776148551539103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8482776148551539103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8482776148551539103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8482776148551539103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/03/part-of-me-is-missing.html' title='A part of me is missing...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1680170690609329679</id><published>2008-03-18T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:34:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just life</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here watching Big Trouble in Little China. It's a classic. I love the dudes with lamp shade hats. Kurt Russel just cracks me up too when he tires to act like he isn't scared but you can tell that he is freaking out. And that part with the lipstick! Fricken Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been crazy as of late. After visiting family when Gram died, we came back and started moving. We are in a different rental now and going through another purging of stuff period. I am amazed at the things we have collected over the last two years. It's sad really to think of all the money we have waisted on stuff that we will end up getting rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home schooling is still in question around these parts, although I have not freaked out and put my girls in public school like some. I was asked by one lady about the home schooling laws in Nevada because she is thinking about packing up and moving there. Maybe I will do the same if home schooling becomes outlawed. Shad can get himself a little apartment and fly in on the weekends. Now that would be crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to teach another class tonight at my work experience. It went really great and I am putting ideas in the head of my boss about hiring me on an on call basis. We shall see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for sleep now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1680170690609329679?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1680170690609329679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1680170690609329679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1680170690609329679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1680170690609329679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-life.html' title='Just life'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3451031157366367238</id><published>2008-03-06T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:55:28.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More stuff...</title><content type='html'>So things are moving right along. We went to be with family for a while, then had to get back as we found a new rental house and we are moving into it over the next couple of weeks. I am also having to make up missed time at my internship and have a ton of school work to do. When it rains, it pours right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like it is a dark time with light up ahead and we are struggling to get there but things just keep blocking our path. Frustrating! And I miss Gram, but I'm glad she isn't suffering anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things calm down I am taking a full day to hang at the beach. Anyone want to come along?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3451031157366367238?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3451031157366367238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3451031157366367238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3451031157366367238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3451031157366367238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-stuff.html' title='More stuff...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-361986147024362501</id><published>2008-02-27T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:41:57.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad</title><content type='html'>Gram died today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-361986147024362501?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/361986147024362501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=361986147024362501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/361986147024362501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/361986147024362501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/02/sad.html' title='Sad'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5286389440550190537</id><published>2008-02-24T08:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T08:38:49.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My best friend is on her way here today. Woooohoooo! We leave to pick her up at the airport in a little while. I'm looking forward to seeing her and hanging out. She has never been to San Fran so we will go there and I'm sure she will freak out and take a ton of pictures. I just hope the rain clears up before we go. The big storm that was supposed to get here yesterday and never showed up. This morning the wind is whipping a bit and it obviously rained all night and looks as though it will continue throughout the day. A good day for looking at old photos by the fire and just catching up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing a story last week and then my computer was attacked by a virus and I ended up losing it all. It totally sucked knowing I had written so much and "poof!" it was gone. I also had about six months worth of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;journal&lt;/span&gt; that is gone as well. That hurt. Sometimes I just hate computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are watching a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Klitschko&lt;/span&gt; fight and it is a horrible fight. They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tackling&lt;/span&gt; each other and the other guy is taking huge punches but does these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; things to get hooked up with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Klitschko&lt;/span&gt;. Crazy! I found it interesting to look at the faces of the onlookers. Most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;of them&lt;/span&gt; are men, (no big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; there) and the interesting part is watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; faces as they watch the fight. Some of them smile the whole time,  some are serious, some yelling out, I just find it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I read this book by Nikki &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sixx&lt;/span&gt; called The Heroin Diaries over the last two days. It was very interesting to see how he would lie to himself regarding his drug use. He constantly tried to control the way he would get clean until it killed him. It is amazing he is still alive. The amount of drugs he did and with what they were, it's just amazing. If you want to know what a rockers life while on drugs was like, read it. But it is xxx so be aware. You could also check out The Dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Klitschko&lt;/span&gt; won. No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suprise&lt;/span&gt; there. Time to get moving.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5286389440550190537?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5286389440550190537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5286389440550190537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5286389440550190537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5286389440550190537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-best-friend-is-on-her-way-here-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-2139319668273252503</id><published>2008-02-16T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T08:29:21.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Funny...ha, ha.</title><content type='html'>Working in drug recovery has been eye opening, inspiring, and painful. It has brought back many memories and gosts of the past. But I have learned a ton and have seen change within myself and most importantly, whithin the group I work with. The only bad part about this whole experience is that eventually it will come to an end and I will have to move on to another area of counseling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I joined Joe in writing five pages a week and found it easy to come up with over five pages of story to write about the other night. I didn't even have any idea what I would put down on the paper, it just sort of spilled out. I am interested to see what all comes about. Then I will have to figure out what to do with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenzie had a 24 hour flu this last week. I got home just in time to help her get to the bathroom to throw up. I felt so bad because as well all know, throwing up really sucks! It tears at my heart when my kids are sick and I can't do anything to fix it. Hopefully we all stay healthy and make it through the final leg of winter without any more sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gram is heavy on my heart as she is now unable to leave her bed. She sleeps most of the day away. I miss her and wish I was there with her so I could love on her some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little trivia info for President's Day...&lt;br /&gt;President's Jackson and Garfield were both born in log cabbins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-2139319668273252503?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/2139319668273252503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=2139319668273252503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2139319668273252503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2139319668273252503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-is-funnyha-ha.html' title='Life is Funny...ha, ha.'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-7371411681078671651</id><published>2008-02-10T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T11:15:00.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally after nagging for two years, my best friend is going to visit. I'm very excited to share all I have learned about this wonderful place we have been blessed to live in. We will go to the city one day, then the beach the next. It's going to be nice having her here and getting a chance to catch up on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...&lt;br /&gt;The last two nights I worked, I was able to facilitate the group meeting with my friend Rebecca. We played drug jeopardy the first night which was a lot of fun for us and the clients. Then the next time we talked about relapse. That was a very serious group meeting as there were some clients going through some deep emotions that night, but they shared a ton with us and I think we all walked away with something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally enjoying myslef working there, although sometimes I wonder if we are doing as well as we are told by some of the counselors. I have thought about asking for a part time job there for after the interning is done, but am not sure if it will work later on when I have to do another work experience. Not to mention that they might not want to hire me anyway. And I would have to make sure school with the girls came first before any of it all. I guess I just need to do more thinking and praying about all of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my day off from everything! I think I will.....um....well....all I can think about is getting school work done and cleaning house. I think I need a new hobby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-7371411681078671651?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/7371411681078671651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=7371411681078671651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7371411681078671651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7371411681078671651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/02/finally-after-nagging-for-two-years-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-485213830207657367</id><published>2008-02-04T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:56:08.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ant Saga Continues...</title><content type='html'>They are attacking! I am still not sure where they are coming from, but they are there and slowly multiplying. I have taken just about everything off of the counters, sprayed, laid traps, and still they appear. The professionals are going to come on Wednesday to do thier voodoo majic but I am not looking forward to another round of battle with the little ninja ants tomorrow morning. I worked out tonight in preperation for the event. I hope I can make it another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow night I am facilitating a group and we are doing drug jeapordy! I will have to share more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-485213830207657367?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/485213830207657367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=485213830207657367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/485213830207657367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/485213830207657367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/02/ant-saga-continues.html' title='Ant Saga Continues...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8685488555435757983</id><published>2008-02-02T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T15:39:11.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ant Conclusion...</title><content type='html'>So after talking with my bestest friend, we came to the conclusion that the ants were either sick or at war with another colony and in need of some medical supplies. That would explain why they were in our medicine cabinet and not the pantry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8685488555435757983?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8685488555435757983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8685488555435757983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8685488555435757983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8685488555435757983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/02/ant-conclusion.html' title='The Ant Conclusion...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-2849685633007370553</id><published>2008-01-31T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:39:08.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants!!!</title><content type='html'>They are sneeky little bastards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up this morning all ready for a nice quiet breakfast. My daily rutine includes taking meds and vitamins, so I went to the cabanet and found thousands of ants that seem to have come from no where just hanging around the medicine cabinet. What the hell?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked and looked, but couldn't find out where they were comming from or even what they would be in there for. A party maybe? They are like little ninja ants or something too because they started taking off all crazy like. I cleaned them out, but now I feel compelled to clean out the pantry as well. It makes me itch just thinking about them. Maybe I will clean out that whole side of the house as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the greatest morning event I have had these days. Later I get to go pay rent and rant about the ants! I know chemicals aren't good for the environment, but I am having something done. And I am not paying for it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am done bitching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to help facilitate a group meeting Tuesday night. We talked about Methamphetamines and what they do to the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chronic abuse can lead to psychotic behavior, including paranoia, insomnia, anxiety, extreme aggression, delusions and hallucinations, and even death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Although these pleasure centers can heal over time, research suggests that damage to users' cognitive abilities may be permanent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting and informative. There is a great photo display of how Meth can change a person. Go to Google and look up "faces of meth" and you will get to see some real pictures of real meth users and how the drug changed them. It is just sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-2849685633007370553?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/2849685633007370553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=2849685633007370553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2849685633007370553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2849685633007370553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/01/ants.html' title='Ants!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8069490999694808088</id><published>2008-01-24T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T12:23:50.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough! Sniffle...</title><content type='html'>I went on a road trip and all I got was a cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. I also got to laugh my ass off watching my brother playing charades, listen to my sister pretend to be me on the phone to my best friend, see my beautiful niece and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nephews&lt;/span&gt;, watch a pet snake eat a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;defenseless&lt;/span&gt; little mouse, play Rock Band, eat tons of awesome food that my dad made, and sleep in a winter wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend. Well worth the head full of snot.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8069490999694808088?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8069490999694808088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8069490999694808088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8069490999694808088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8069490999694808088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/01/cough-sniffle.html' title='Cough! Sniffle...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8560857716278521975</id><published>2008-01-17T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:16:59.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm doing what?</title><content type='html'>I'm about to embark on a road trip with my dad and brother. I know, crazy, but it is their birthday's this month and they wanted to celebrate with a road trip to see my sister. To be honest I am not looking forward to it as I am fighting off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of a cold and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;horrendously&lt;/span&gt; busy these days, but sometimes we just have to take a time out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day starts with a 4:30 wake up call tomorrow morning and I am not, I repeat, NOT a morning person. Thank God for coffee. Then, while I am trying to visit with family, I have a paper to write and some research to do. Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to complain, I mean, I am thankful to be able to spend time with my father and siblings, it is just that they tend to treat me like shit most of the time. Part of me wonders why I agreed to go in the first place. Only God knows. Hopefully there will be enough of us there that I can kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappear&lt;/span&gt; before any focus comes to me. That would be the secret of my survival all of these years people. Now the secret is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8560857716278521975?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8560857716278521975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8560857716278521975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8560857716278521975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8560857716278521975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-doing-what.html' title='I&apos;m doing what?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5474572004446605736</id><published>2008-01-13T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:20:08.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin' La Vida Loca</title><content type='html'>Life has been on the crazy side lately. My days are filled and the work never ends, and for some reason, I am kind of glad. Not that I haven't had my plate full while working and home schooling in the past, but this time it is a little different somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I started last week on my internship working two nights out of the week. Both nights I found myself going through a mix of emotions. When I found myself with nothing specific to do, I would stand there questioning myself and my presence there. Yet when the people would come in for group, I would find myself feeling relaxed a bit, and totally engaged in listening to their stories while trying to think of ways to connect with them a little better. One unexpected outcome of all of this was memories of past events clicking into my mind, producing weird dreams and slight anxiety. I am hoping that eventually goes away but for now I keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that I will be given my own group to work with pretty soon, and I am both looking forward to it and frightened at the same time. Today I plan on doing research on the twelve steps and other recovery material so I can be better prepared. This is going to be a wild and wonderful twelve week journey. Any advice would be helpful.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5474572004446605736?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5474572004446605736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5474572004446605736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5474572004446605736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5474572004446605736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/01/livin-la-vida-loca.html' title='Livin&apos; La Vida Loca'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-2047045540010721944</id><published>2008-01-09T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T10:58:23.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold</title><content type='html'>It is fricken cold! I am a desert rat, not a polar bear! Yes, I understand that I do not live in the arctic or anything, but still, I am cold all of the time during the winter here. Then, when we turn on the heat I just want to sleep all of the time because of the warmth and the darkness from the overcast days. It's driving me crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now that I got that out I am feeling a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my work experience tonight and I am a bit nervous. I haven't had a paying job in almost five years and have no idea what to expect tonight. Um, I just remembered, I still won't have a paying job, this is an internship. Still, I am looking forward to it. I will have to write about my experience as it goes along. (As much as I can without violating confidentiality laws that is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to make some breakfast...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-2047045540010721944?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/2047045540010721944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=2047045540010721944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2047045540010721944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2047045540010721944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/01/cold.html' title='Cold'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4672914951567248224</id><published>2008-01-04T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T10:23:58.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huge Storm!!!!!</title><content type='html'>For those who wonder, we are fine and not floating away or being blown over or sliding down a hill. The wind is blowing hard, and the rain has not stopped, but so far so good. There are other places though, that are having problems. Problems with flooding, mud slides and power outages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, I feel it is actually kind of nice to have weather that gives us a reason to make hot soup and drink hot cocoa. I really like hot cocoa. And I just might go out and buy an umbrella today. But at the same time I feel blessed to be warm and dry and safe and am praying for this storm to pass quickly and that no one gets hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4672914951567248224?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4672914951567248224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4672914951567248224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4672914951567248224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4672914951567248224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/01/huge-storm.html' title='Huge Storm!!!!!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-9163025099709053029</id><published>2008-01-02T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T00:52:58.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008! Yes!</title><content type='html'>I am a big fan of starting over on a new year. To me, it really does feel like a nice new start to life, a time where one can take out the trash of the past and start the new year with a new clean bag for all that future trash to come. I can smell the freshness even now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I accomplished a few things that made me feel good later. One was finally purchasing a new address book that isn't a day timer. The idea here is to have a book I don't have to throw out that has all of the important dates and information on family and friends in it. This way I don't lose them either.&lt;br /&gt;Another accomplishment was going to shop for groceries and being able to pass up the cookies and other crap that we really don't need in our house. Although, I would love a cookie and a glass of milk right about now. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about taking on a part time job soon at the local community counseling and medical center. I will be doing some work experience for school there anyway and thought I might look into working for them afterwards. My work experience will start in a couple of weeks and I will be working along side a counselor for a drug and alcohol program. They have groups for people who are court ordered to go, and groups for those who want to be there. It should prove to be an interesting four months to say the least and I am actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was fine. We spent a lot of time with family and that time flew by way too fast. It would have been nice to stay longer, but we have so much going on here that we had to get home. Our drive was great as there was very little traffic and we were not in a hurry so we took our time. We got home around just after 9pm on New Year's Eve and celebrated the new year with a confetti fight with the kids. All in all, a nice trip and a great ending to the year. We hope everyone had a wonderful holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids will be starting school again next week. I have a study on the presidential election planned with hopes of bringing history into it in a way that won't be too boring. I also have a few vacations to plan that will include educational aspects. One trip is to Oregon for our niece's graduation from college. I'm looking forward to spending time there exploring and learning with the kids. We plan on taking a trip to Yosemite at some point as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired so I am off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;May your dreams be big and your actions even bigger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-9163025099709053029?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/9163025099709053029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=9163025099709053029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/9163025099709053029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/9163025099709053029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-yes.html' title='2008! Yes!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5521603516390210569</id><published>2007-12-17T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T16:14:32.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Sucks...the life out of you</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what happened, but this holiday season I am feeling a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Scrooge-ish&lt;/span&gt;. Shad says it's the tree. Our Christmas tree is fake and doesn't smell like anything. He could have a point, but as I sit here looking at our Christmas tree I can't help but start wondering why we feel the need to have a tree in our house anyway. I don't recall any tree in the story of the birth of Jesus.  It is fun to hang stuff the kids made on it, but isn't the fact that we feel the need to go out, take a tree and stick it inside our house a little on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cookoo&lt;/span&gt; side?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the gifts; remind me why we feel the need to go out of our way to obtain debt so we can give more stuff we don't need away to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, because I am not getting it. Yes, I did go out of my way to purchase gifts for my children, and even made some gifts this year for others with the hope that this would make the gifts more meaningful or something, but now I find myself questioning my own intentions. My kids don't need any of the things I bought. They have an over abundance of things they don't need, and I went out and added to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; collection. Isn't that a little bit on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cookoo&lt;/span&gt; side too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I've been affected by some kind of anti-Christmas virus or something. If I have, and if there is one, would I even want the cure? I feel like Christmas hype has sucked the life right out of me. I don't claim to know the real reason behind Christmas, but I am pretty sure it isn't this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5521603516390210569?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5521603516390210569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5521603516390210569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5521603516390210569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5521603516390210569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-sucksthe-life-out-of-you.html' title='Christmas Sucks...the life out of you'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5752264409072186566</id><published>2007-12-07T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T10:52:47.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night to This Morning</title><content type='html'>So last night went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain, rain...&lt;br /&gt;wind, wind...&lt;br /&gt;rain, rain...&lt;br /&gt;wind, wind...&lt;br /&gt;rain harder, and harder...&lt;br /&gt;wind, wind, gust...&lt;br /&gt;rain harder, wind gust,&lt;br /&gt;POP, (the lights go out)&lt;br /&gt;Um, can we sleep with you? (the kids are a little freaked)&lt;br /&gt;wind, huge gust, huge gust, rain harder....&lt;br /&gt;POP, (lights come on)&lt;br /&gt;Um, never mind, we will go back to bed. (kids fine now)&lt;br /&gt;wind, rain harder, gust...&lt;br /&gt;POP, (lights go out)&lt;br /&gt;Can you find us the flashlight? (kids still up! It's got to be about 2am now)&lt;br /&gt;rain hard, gust, rain harder, gust...&lt;br /&gt;POP, (lights come on)&lt;br /&gt;POP, (lights go out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this continues until around 6am. To say the least we are a bit tired but glad that we have power this morning. It was the largest storm I have seen in a long while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5752264409072186566?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5752264409072186566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5752264409072186566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5752264409072186566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5752264409072186566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/12/last-night-to-this-morning.html' title='Last Night to This Morning'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8354270367304054713</id><published>2007-12-03T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:02:53.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Curves suck, but in a good way!</title><content type='html'>Life tends to throw around many curves. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;maneuvering&lt;/span&gt; such a curve right now in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't care to go into it, but the final realization seems to be that I have made positive change in my life. Long lasting positive change, and that's good. I just wish I didn't have to experience so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sadness&lt;/span&gt; and hurt to get there though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours I am going to visit the local Senior Center for a class paper I have to do. My hope is to gain the information I need to write the paper although one never knows what can happen. Many of my class mates have tried to visit other places of human service and been snubbed. I kind of find that interesting. Hopefully I do not find myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surrounded&lt;/span&gt; by the elderly with c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;anes&lt;/span&gt; and walkers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;caulked&lt;/span&gt; and loaded. Now that would suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, well, there really isn't any other news worth talking about so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8354270367304054713?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8354270367304054713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8354270367304054713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8354270367304054713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8354270367304054713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/12/curves-suck-but-in-good-way.html' title='Curves suck, but in a good way!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3807880914206670802</id><published>2007-11-25T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T13:27:53.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/R0nowBdZztI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x6MKAfZzNdU/s1600-h/ha%26shelby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/R0nowBdZztI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x6MKAfZzNdU/s200/ha%26shelby3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136892761715887826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/R0nowhdZzuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GCCDQIvvYco/s1600-h/mk40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/R0nowhdZzuI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GCCDQIvvYco/s200/mk40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136892770305822434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did this year go? Call me crazy, as some always do, but it just seems like this year flew by. And my kids have grown so much just over the last two years it is almost unbelievable. I guess my mom was rig.. ri... well, you know, about time flying when you hit 35. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in about an hour we are going to head out and look at two houses. One of them I have already seen but Shad hasn't. I fell in love with it which is the wrong thing to do when looking for a house because anything can happen. I can't help it though. As soon as I saw it I was hooked. Then when we went to the backyard I had this flash of seeing the girls in the pool and the dog running around in the yard. Yep, it was over right then. When we finally do purchase a house, I will share more about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3807880914206670802?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3807880914206670802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3807880914206670802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3807880914206670802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3807880914206670802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/11/time-flies.html' title='Time flies...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/R0nowBdZztI/AAAAAAAAAGk/x6MKAfZzNdU/s72-c/ha%26shelby3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1252645118848153915</id><published>2007-11-22T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T09:11:24.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-message.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/103/103666yct142nkgd.gif width=160 height=160 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-works.org target=_blank&gt;glitter-graphics.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1252645118848153915?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1252645118848153915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1252645118848153915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1252645118848153915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1252645118848153915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/11/glitter-graphics.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8707250810081182283</id><published>2007-11-15T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:33:06.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>I started another class. This is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;number&lt;/span&gt; 19 I think and by far one of the most interesting yet. We had a great conversation about the different theories and theorists. And I found it interesting that my instructor works for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;juvenile&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;prison&lt;/span&gt; system. More specifically with sex offenders. Yes, juvenile sex offenders. I don't think I could ever have her job. Some of the things she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;described&lt;/span&gt; tonight just made me sick to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets move on shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently waiting to hear about an internship I am trying to get with a non for profit home schooling group. I would be learning all about how it began and is run, not to mention the process they had to go through to become a non for profit organization. I would also be volunteering my time by working on either their web site or their informational news letter. And later on I will probably volunteer to work the conference too. My reasons for this is that I have an idea for a family education center which would cater to home schooling families but would also have some programs for low income families who have children that need tutoring. Anyway, it is all very much in the planning stages still, but a work in progress none the less. I am actually excited to see it come together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we will be looking at some houses but I will update on that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a great Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8707250810081182283?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8707250810081182283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8707250810081182283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8707250810081182283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8707250810081182283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5004217399728933334</id><published>2007-11-05T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T11:09:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shock and Awe people!</title><content type='html'>I was about to take Mackenzie to a 4-H gardening project and all I could think about was how fast she was probably going to change her mind once we got there. She is not one to like any type of work and she isn't shy about letting you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got to the spot where the garden was supposed to be and found a piece of land that was just being tilled and full of weeds. I looked at Mackenzie as she surveyed the land and waited. She said nothing. The ladies that were there introduced themselves, and so did the six other kids and Mackenzie was directed to find a shovel and start digging out weeds. I stood there in amazement as she picked up the shovel and began her work. I followed with my own shovel and after a while Mackenzie says, "I didn't think when we got here that we were going to be starting from scratch." I agreed as I thought we would be going to a garden that was already set up and the kids would just be planting some things. We continued to work. About two hours later, as Mackenzie was taking her turn at the wheelbarrow, she said, "You know, I could totally see me doing this for a living. This is fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell over in shock. This child who avoids work of any kind just said she was loving digging out weeds and planting trees! I was so proud of her. She worked her butt of for 4 and a half hours straight and was learning along the way. And she never complained the whole time. And in the end, it was her and two other girls that stayed to finish the job. AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one of those proud mom moments. And as we were the only home schoolers working on a project at a local school that only the school kids were going to get to use in the end, I kind of felt like we were helping to bridge a bit of a gap or at least making some kind of progress in the area of home schoolers vs. public education or something like that. It was an awesome learning experience for all and I can't wait to do more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5004217399728933334?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5004217399728933334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5004217399728933334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5004217399728933334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5004217399728933334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/11/shock-and-awe-people.html' title='Shock and Awe people!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6718009431229551664</id><published>2007-10-30T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T14:47:00.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch out, brain spill...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know, I have a hard time with the uncertainty of my future. I mean, well, I just like to have a heads up. Not that I ever do though, I mean, we like to fool ourselves into thinking we know what is going to happen, but when life is lived it never really goes the way we planned. Bare with me, I'm just spilling thoughts here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here we are stuck in a place we never really expected to stay. We thought we would get here, experience the place and move on but the reality of our situation is that we are here for another two years or more. Most likely more. What I find sad is that we have been so wrapped up in getting away that it is only now I realize we should be enjoying the blessing of being here instead. Not that we haven't enjoyed being here. We have, but I think we have been taking it for granted more than anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I've had to accept the facts of the situation and now my next issue is getting my other half to decide what in the hell he wants to do or where he wants us to go because this place is huge and finding a home would be a lot easier if we chose one place to look instead of fifty. We shall see how this all goes. In the meantime, we still have to tell family back home and my mother-in-law is going to be pissed. She'll get over it, but still, it's not going to be pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hind sight, there are way worse places for us to have gotten stuck so I am done bitching. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6718009431229551664?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6718009431229551664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6718009431229551664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6718009431229551664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6718009431229551664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/watch-out-brain-spill.html' title='Watch out, brain spill...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-9109195398281254053</id><published>2007-10-29T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:18:41.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAUTION!! I'm ranting...</title><content type='html'>It was a great dance for Hailey. She made some new friends and had a great time. And Mackenzie had so much fun at a Halloween party she and I went to on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the party Saturday night.........That party was so eye opening for me. There are just so many things that Mackenzie seems to be missing out on by not being in public school here, and I have to say that I am so GLAD!!! I'm going to go off now, so don't continue to read if you think this will offend you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of  these little girls were rude and disrespectful and when they started dancing, they threw on some rap (which was really good actually) and started dancing like you see on the videos. You know, the ones with the half naked women that shake their asses and do the little head snap thing like they are all that? Yep, and these little girls are just ten years old. Now, I am all for little girls having self confidence, but this was way out of line. And at one point, after hearing how some of the girls were talking, Mackenzie walks up to me and snaps out something about she wants a cookie and she can talk to me like this if she wants to, with attitude flying all over. I snapped that little girl right back in line real quick let me tell you. Soon after, we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first arrived to this party I was introduced as a home schooler, and one lady says to me, "so you will be putting your kids back in school for high school right?" And I of course say no, and she gives me this concerned look and says, "Oh? I thought home schoolers always put their kids back in school during high school so they can get the socialization they needed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yep, my kids have no social skills at all. They have grown to the ages of nine and thirteen without being properly educated in social skills because we obviously must keep them in the house and never let them out to socialize with anyone but their parents, each other, and their dog. As a matter of fact, my kids probably don't even know how to read let alone have any social skills! Those poor kids! Yes, I am being &lt;strong&gt;extremely &lt;/strong&gt;sarcastic. And no, I didn't say this to the lady.&lt;br /&gt;I said no, that I would home school through High School and left it at that. Some comment at just the right moment set me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, there was some fun during the evening. The girls went on a scavenger hunt and did some cool crafts. And Mackenzie had a pretty good time with most of the girls that were there. And I was very grateful for having been invited and for Mackenzie included. But it made me thankful for the home school group we have. VERY thankful. And helped to reinforce our schooling choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is fine. We are looking for a house to buy as we will not be transferring any time soon. "No transfers until further notice." And we are looking to get closer to the city, so I will update on that later. As a matter of fact, as soon as I am done writing this, I will be contacting a realtor and setting up an appointment to go see a house up north. But again, I will update on that later. I hope you have a wonderful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-9109195398281254053?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/9109195398281254053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=9109195398281254053' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/9109195398281254053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/9109195398281254053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/caution-im-ranting.html' title='CAUTION!! I&apos;m ranting...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3106650498970835497</id><published>2007-10-26T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:49:30.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just One More Joy of Parenthood!</title><content type='html'>My eldest is going to a Halloween dance as a cut little lady bug! Why couldn't she go as one of those night of the living dead brain eaters! It's freaking me out! This is going to be the longest night ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3106650498970835497?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3106650498970835497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3106650498970835497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3106650498970835497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3106650498970835497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-one-more-joy-of-parenthood.html' title='Just One More Joy of Parenthood!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1583075469345525923</id><published>2007-10-22T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:45:24.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew, what a week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuFmmEovI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YsM-OTZIwvA/s1600-h/IMG_3426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124232256067773170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuFmmEovI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YsM-OTZIwvA/s200/IMG_3426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuKGmEowI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0OmOIjLhX8E/s1600-h/IMG_3431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124232333377184514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuKGmEowI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0OmOIjLhX8E/s200/IMG_3431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuKWmEoxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iCNBpo21HO0/s1600-h/IMG_3452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124232337672151826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuKWmEoxI/AAAAAAAAAGI/iCNBpo21HO0/s200/IMG_3452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuLmmEoyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t3xQ9TcheTw/s1600-h/IMG_3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124232359146988322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuLmmEoyI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t3xQ9TcheTw/s200/IMG_3464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been busy. There have been trips to the park, rock climbing, and then there was the trip to the Exploratorium in San Francisco. It was so much fun, and even though we were there for five and a half hours we still didn't see everything there is to see there. If family ever decides to visit again, we will definitely go back and check it out again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently for school I am trying to learn all I can about Bipolar Disorder. My team and I are going to do a presentation on it in two weeks so we have to do as much research as we can and quick. I find it fascinating, and even went out and purchased a book on the subject. I read six chapters before bed last night because I just couldn't put it down. I also purchased a couple of other books about other types of disorders such as multiple personalities, autism, and psychosis. I just find the brain and it's abilities fascinating, and the struggles people go through heart breaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Book I am currently reading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bipolar Disorder Demystified&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;by- Lana R. Castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1583075469345525923?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1583075469345525923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1583075469345525923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1583075469345525923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1583075469345525923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/whew-what-week.html' title='Whew, what a week!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RxzuFmmEovI/AAAAAAAAAF4/YsM-OTZIwvA/s72-c/IMG_3426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-876439154215360190</id><published>2007-10-16T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T23:33:20.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow...</title><content type='html'>this is why I love the whole Human Services and Psychology area of science. I had a great realization and life changing moment today while reading my school book. The chapter was all about themes and patterns we have and do. What I read led me to think about some of my own patterns and themes. This then led me to grasp a better understanding about the self doubt I suffer from currently, and have suffered from my whole life. And then I thought about how people are often attacked fiercely when their spirit is down and I realized that I simply had only to make a decision in order to change my inner thoughts about myself. No permission but my own required. Acceptance and approval, two other issues I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stepping out of the dark and into the light. That is what it is like when I make a realization about my life, and I love the feeling so much that I feel it is my calling to share it with the world. This is why I love the whole Human Services and Psychology area of science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-876439154215360190?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/876439154215360190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=876439154215360190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/876439154215360190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/876439154215360190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/wow.html' title='Wow...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6402767031536424839</id><published>2007-10-10T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T22:25:32.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa Nelly!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here I was thinking we weren't doing enough for school and suddenly over the last week we have booked ourselves solid with activities. We are now doing rock climbing every Tuesday for the next four weeks, Volleyball and Destination Imagination every Wednesday afternoon for eight weeks, knitting projects, science projects and tonight we signed up for 4-H which was totally not planned but worked out great. Throw in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; and my new class and we are one busy family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my new class, I am now totally freaking out because the reality of what I will be doing is starting to set in. I'm excited too. This means I will be that much closer to my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share pics of our activities later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6402767031536424839?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6402767031536424839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6402767031536424839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6402767031536424839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6402767031536424839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/whoa-nelly.html' title='Whoa Nelly!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-112079707391497377</id><published>2007-10-05T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T10:07:49.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just life stuff</title><content type='html'>I finished another class last night, and now I move on to some extremely interesting stuff. I will talk more about that later. I had to say goodbye to a good friend last night as well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; she has to move to a different campus to take the classes she needs. It sucked because the two of us have been working together for over a year and she is an awesome person. Now I have to start over. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This school year with the girls has been hard. We are not getting all of the things done I anticipated that we would and I tend to get a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;panicked&lt;/span&gt; when that happens. However, it's not the end of the world. This I know. Today is another day and we have to keep moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday the girls and I took a tour of the water facility here. It was a great lesson on what happens to the water when you flush. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Eew&lt;/span&gt;! We also got to go into the lab to see where they test for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bacteria&lt;/span&gt; and such. It was cool because they had a huge poster with pictures of the different bacteria on it explaining which were good and which were bad. Afterwards the girls and I went out for a birthday lunch, and then shopping. I bought myself a new sweater and some warmer pajamas in preparation for winter. I also got myself a new scarf. Later I prepared for my presentation and went to school. Overall, not a bad birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-112079707391497377?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/112079707391497377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=112079707391497377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/112079707391497377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/112079707391497377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-life-stuff.html' title='Just life stuff'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-519600639797884182</id><published>2007-10-04T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:30:45.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>It's my birthday and I am feeling so much better.  On the list of festive activities for today is a trip to the water facility with the kids and school tonight. I'm living on the edge I'm telling you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-519600639797884182?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/519600639797884182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=519600639797884182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/519600639797884182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/519600639797884182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-7663130929293765813</id><published>2007-10-01T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T00:21:37.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RwCdVWmEosI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9T5IoCmMZac/s1600-h/IMG_3334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116262166860964546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RwCdVWmEosI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9T5IoCmMZac/s200/IMG_3334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RwCdWWmEotI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UGqVd3TirKY/s1600-h/IMG_3331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116262184040833746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RwCdWWmEotI/AAAAAAAAAFo/UGqVd3TirKY/s200/IMG_3331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RwCdW2mEouI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VvbzhqW-wtY/s1600-h/IMG_3332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116262192630768354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RwCdW2mEouI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VvbzhqW-wtY/s200/IMG_3332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are some of the random pictures I took while in Mexico. That's my sister's eye, and the green one is the inside of a beer bottle. The black and white is my brother and one of our childhood friends. He looks like a crazy man with that fluffy beard and mustache! So, I am totally goofy on cough medicine that I got from the doctor on Saturday. I have been sick for the last five days and finally broke down and admitted it on Saturday. I hate being sick, but I guess we all need to build up the good old immune system at some point every now and then, right? Weeeeee!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-7663130929293765813?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/7663130929293765813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=7663130929293765813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7663130929293765813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7663130929293765813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/10/random-pictures.html' title='Random Pictures'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RwCdVWmEosI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9T5IoCmMZac/s72-c/IMG_3334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-4973041057725118117</id><published>2007-09-26T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T18:17:03.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hola</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RvsDX2mEopI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mt315HSNDPM/s1600-h/IMG_3408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114685510136406674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RvsDX2mEopI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mt315HSNDPM/s200/IMG_3408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RvsDY2mEoqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/paRd1Irz9qI/s1600-h/IMG_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114685527316275874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RvsDY2mEoqI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/paRd1Irz9qI/s200/IMG_3316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RvsDaGmEorI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rWdqKh03RPE/s1600-h/IMG_3324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114685548791112370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RvsDaGmEorI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rWdqKh03RPE/s200/IMG_3324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wedding was great and I had a wonderful time. I know, your jaw just dropped right? Actually, it is all true. The trip into Mexico was great and my sister and I were able to catch up on life. I was also able to get to know her husband a bit better. He's a fun guy. My brother and his wife were a real kick in the pants too. I'm glad I went. I will share more pics next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-4973041057725118117?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/4973041057725118117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=4973041057725118117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4973041057725118117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/4973041057725118117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/09/hola.html' title='Hola'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RvsDX2mEopI/AAAAAAAAAFI/mt315HSNDPM/s72-c/IMG_3408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-1257063926983691804</id><published>2007-09-19T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:59:23.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>South of the Border</title><content type='html'>I leave soon for a trip to visit with my father, brother, sister, etc. It will be interesting if nothing else to visit with them all. I kind of wish I was on a break from school so I could enjoy this trip a bit more. As it is I have a ton of work that I just finished for tomorrows class, and now I will have a bunch of work to catch up on when I get back. It's pretty sad when you start concentrating on the work and not the fun before you even leave the door, but that is how life is for me right now. And it is only going to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our transfer request goes in after October first. It would be nice to find out right away if anything will come of it so we can plan accordingly, but I have the feeling that we might have to wait a while for our answer. No matter what happens, we have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on taking a lot of photos from the trip. I will share them when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-1257063926983691804?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/1257063926983691804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=1257063926983691804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1257063926983691804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/1257063926983691804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/09/south-of-border.html' title='South of the Border'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6794568041567228508</id><published>2007-09-17T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T11:24:52.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Wow, that was weird. I logged in and my computer was doing some freaky things all on it's own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;We went to the city over the weekend with some family that were passing through on their way to Oregon. It was nice to see some familiar faces and share about life. Shad celebrated his birthday Saturday by taking a tour of Alcatraz and then getting to drive us all around San Francisco without a map in a huge SUV. It was so fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;It is time to take a walk to the corner store. Then I get to go to the book store, Sears, (put on your Sunday best!) and the movie store. After all of that we can get school done, and I can start concentrating on my own school work. I am actually looking forward to my trip to Mexico this weekend. I will make sure to take lots of pictures to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; My step-sister is getting married and lots of family will be there. Yipee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6794568041567228508?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6794568041567228508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6794568041567228508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6794568041567228508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6794568041567228508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow-that-was-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8229418784758062605</id><published>2007-09-11T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T00:07:16.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers Rock!</title><content type='html'>I had worship right here in my living room this morning while I was still wearing pajamas! It was very cool. You see, I was lurking through some blogs and came across Joe's and saw that he taught at the Vine in Cincinnati Ohio a while ago. There was a link to watch the service so I figured I would check it out. It was crazy because I felt like I was back in Vegas with the old Apex group. I found myself singing along to the music and listening and taking in everything that was said. It was really refreshing to hear the message and I even felt a little lighter when it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I found myself thinking about the road I have been on, and how hard I have tried at times to not listen to God while he sometimes was right there screaming in my face. This thought then led me to read some old journals which allowed me to see the growth and positive changes in my life over the years. Boy was that a strange journey. Even though I thought I could change things by myself back then, it was really all Gods doing. That realization kind of hit me right away. I then came to realize that I am embarking on a new journey now. I won't go into that right now, but the point I want to make here is that this all came from watching something on my computer. When you think about it, that's pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8229418784758062605?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8229418784758062605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8229418784758062605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8229418784758062605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8229418784758062605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/09/computers-rock.html' title='Computers Rock!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3549134582573268792</id><published>2007-09-07T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:24:01.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RuGP9zmhc2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MrErbp3AEO8/s1600-h/IMG_2834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107521744401429346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RuGP9zmhc2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MrErbp3AEO8/s200/IMG_2834.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has come very clear to me that I have a lot to learn about California. For instance, I did not know that a tree which is determined to be a "Heritage Tree" can not be cut down or you are fined $1500. I did not know that on one side of San Francisco it is beautiful, but on the other side it is a dump, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;. I did not know that the city of San Francisco banned the sale of bottled water as an attempt to save the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;environment&lt;/span&gt;. I am learning things like this all of the time and sometimes these things just don't make sense to me. Perhaps it is because I come from a desert state where about the only concern on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;any one's&lt;/span&gt; mind is water and tourism. No one cares if a tree is cut down, and you certainly won't see anyone trying to ban the sale of bottled water where I come from. I am living in a foreign land and have much to learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ANYWHOOO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am taking a day off. I plan on not planning anything. There are a few things on my list to ignore, and that I am sure I will still have to do but for the most part, I really am doing nothing but trying to live in the moment. I find it a little difficult without a plan. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was the Not Back to School Picnic with our home school group. We enjoyed a park full of home schooling families and lots of good food. Mackenzie has made three new friends which is huge for her and Hailey has managed to make a few other new friends and to get interested in an activity called Destination &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Imagination&lt;/span&gt;. She is also gathering with a group to plan a Valentines Day dance. I am planning all kinds of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;activities&lt;/span&gt; too and will share them later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will go play a video game now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3549134582573268792?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3549134582573268792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3549134582573268792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3549134582573268792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3549134582573268792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/09/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RuGP9zmhc2I/AAAAAAAAAFA/MrErbp3AEO8/s72-c/IMG_2834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3618896071025262592</id><published>2007-08-30T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T16:11:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teen Brains and other news...</title><content type='html'>I read a very interesting article this morning about teens and their brains in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Home School Court Report.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was talking about how young kids and teens act out in anger and frustration over being kept from doing things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of their age by parents, teachers, rules and regulations, etc.  The author's point was that teens are very capable of thinking and behaving like adults when given the opportunity to do so in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; way. But by preventing them, teens lash out and rebel in negative ways. He wrote a book about it called &lt;em&gt;The Case Against Adolescence: Rediscovering the Adult in Every Teen. &lt;/em&gt;I plan on picking up a copy to check it out as I find his theory very interesting. He says he feels that "...&lt;em&gt;we do not want young people socializing with each other. We want them to learn to join the community that they'll be part of their whole lives. We want them to learn to become adults. Right now, they learn everything they know from each other -that's absurd, especially since teens in our society are controlled almost entirely by the frivolous media and fashion industries&lt;/em&gt;." I think he has a point.&lt;br /&gt;Example: One of Hailey's friends who goes to public school got down on Hailey for not behaving differently in front of a boy in her friend's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;. Hailey calmly stated that she would not act like someone or something she is not just to impress a boy, or anyone else for that matter. A very reasonable and grown up response for a thirteen year old if you ask me. So my question is, where did her friend get the idea that you have to behave differently around the opposite sex? Could it be the media? Other kids at school? Yep, but it could be her parents too. I just find it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I will be doing a presentation in about 2 1/2 hours on alternatives to coal mining. My main focus is on alternative energy sources. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;riveting&lt;/span&gt; I tell you! So I guess I should go practice. Two years of school down, four years to go! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Whooohooooo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3618896071025262592?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3618896071025262592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3618896071025262592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3618896071025262592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3618896071025262592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/08/teen-brains-and-other-news.html' title='Teen Brains and other news...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-218777696301358029</id><published>2007-08-24T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:25:24.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Ninja Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Once upon a time there was a mouse who became a ninja. He lived in a house with a family of four and a dog with a broken smeller. It had to be broken because this dog never even indicated that he knew a mouse was ever in the house!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Anyway, one day Ninja Mouse made the decision to go out in the daytime to forge for food. What a mistake! Although he made no sound, one of the occupants in the house saw him skillfully glide along the baseboards. Eeeeekkk!!!! was the scream he heard, then suddenly a giant broom started coming towards him. Ninja Mouse quickly ducked behind the giant book case for cover, and just in time too, for the giant broom quickly came crashing down where he had just been. As ninja mouse tried to think, there was a ton of commotion going on in the house. Books and boxes being moved, and the large couch being flipped over. It was total chaos! Finally, things seemed to calm down a bit. This was his chance to get away. Swiftly and silently Ninja Mouse moved towards the grate he had entered through and finally he was safe. For now. His brush with death made him reconsider ever going out during the day again. No, it was too dangerous. He would have to wait until things calmed down and try again when it was dark out. That was his best chance to survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After a day and a half had passed, Ninja Mouse felt that it was time to try again. He was hungry, and didn't know how much longer he could stand listening to his little stomach grumble. Slowly Ninja Mouse stuck his little head out of the grate. No noise, no movement. The coast was clear. As Ninja Mouse entered the room, he began to smell something. Something irresistible that caused not only his stomach to growl, but his mouth to water. It was the smell of peanut butter! The smell was intoxicating. Ninja Mouse no longer cared whether or not he was to be seen, the only thought in his mind now was how to find the place where that irresistible aroma was coming from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;As he crept into the little plastic house of delicious smell, ninja mouse never noticed the large metal bar looming overhead. At last! Ninja Mouse had found the source of the wonderful smell that was calling him. He quickly and silently ate his meal, making sure not to miss a drop of the delicious and creamy substance. With his mission accomplished, Ninja Mouse turned to leave and WHAM!!!!!! The metal bar above him came slamming down in less than a second, quickly breaking the neck of Ninja Mouse. And there he lay, with the smile of satisfaction still on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we caught the mouse! THE END or is it..................................?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-218777696301358029?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/218777696301358029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=218777696301358029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/218777696301358029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/218777696301358029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/08/adventures-of-ninja-mouse.html' title='The Adventures of Ninja Mouse'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8886785135586041088</id><published>2007-08-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:13:34.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Surfing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RssUjzmhc0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wub75pBQwqA/s1600-h/IMG_3257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101193608306979650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RssUjzmhc0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wub75pBQwqA/s200/IMG_3257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RssUkTmhc1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1SCyTZhs38o/s1600-h/IMG_3174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101193616896914258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RssUkTmhc1I/AAAAAAAAAE4/1SCyTZhs38o/s200/IMG_3174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, we didn't take the turtles to the beach. Too cold. But that would be so awesome to see wouldn't it? Surfing turtles! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, we did make it to the beach for the first time since we moved here. It was so much fun. Very cold, but a lot of fun. My sister and her daughter were with us and that made the trip more exciting. It was great watching the girls explore the beach and running away from the waves. They also made sand castles and buried each other. Later we went to dinner and we saved our strawberry tops for the turtles to munch on. They love strawberry tops as you can see in the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I was sitting on the recliner working on my computer when out of the corner of my eye I noticed something scurry along the baseboard across from me. I was in total denial at first, thinking that I must have been seeing things, but no. I truly saw something, and that thing was a mouse. A little brown mouse who has a death wish because I am not about to share this place with a disease carrying mouse. So, after I screamed a bit and finished freaking out, I proceeded to tear up the living room trying to find it. No luck. Those little bastards can truly hide like a ninja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually it ended up escaping the way in probably came in which was through the vent under the fireplace. I have nick-named him Ninja Mouse. And ninja mouse is going down! Shad went and found some traps and we have them in the house now and I am just waiting for them to go off. I will also make a call to the rental company to inform them of the issue. Ninja Mouse will die. One way or another. I will update on the progress later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8886785135586041088?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8886785135586041088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8886785135586041088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8886785135586041088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8886785135586041088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/08/turtle-surfing.html' title='Turtle Surfing!'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RssUjzmhc0I/AAAAAAAAAEw/Wub75pBQwqA/s72-c/IMG_3257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-2004030975093387590</id><published>2007-08-15T07:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T07:14:43.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on Your Mind?</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 6am! I know, crazy but true.&lt;br /&gt;Today we are headed out to spend some time with my sister and niece. This should be an interesting trip as we haven't really seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in over a year or so. As a matter of fact, we really haven't spoken much either. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things on my mind lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Getting a job&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;Family&lt;br /&gt;Suzie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;QZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;Friends&lt;br /&gt;School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess which one keeps me up at night? Yep, it's money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-2004030975093387590?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/2004030975093387590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=2004030975093387590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2004030975093387590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/2004030975093387590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/08/whats-on-your-mind.html' title='What&apos;s on Your Mind?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-133258925711294868</id><published>2007-08-12T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T22:39:34.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets and Snails</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/Rr_6oCmLyUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ubXSFin5TAc/s1600-h/IMG_2851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098068869005429058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/Rr_6oCmLyUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ubXSFin5TAc/s200/IMG_2851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/Rr_6oymLyVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CSL6QgpyNhs/s1600-h/IMG_3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098068881890330962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/Rr_6oymLyVI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CSL6QgpyNhs/s200/IMG_3146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My kids are growing up and I am getting older. There, I said it. Don't you just love a good sunset? Me too. This one was while we were in Vegas. I miss the way the sky glows just before it gets dark there. The sunset is just different here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So here is a funny story. I went up to my room to change clothes for the night and was greeted by MacKenzie who introduced me to her pet snail Sally. Now this snail was unlike any I have ever seen. Its shell was made of a toilet paper roll and the small trail of left over tissue still stuck on it. And her eyes were made of bamboo skewers that were poking out of the "shell". She even had little bendy straws that slid over her eyes "to keep them warm and block out the light when she sleeps" according to MacKenzie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I said hello to Sally with a little giggle and praised MacKenzie on her creativity. Then as I passed the bathroom I stopped laughing as I noticed that our trash can was full of toilet paper. It took me a moment to accept the reality of what I saw but there was no doubt that someone had unraveled an entire roll of T.P. and dumped it into the trash, and I was pretty sure I knew who it was. Upon further investigation it was confirmed and MacKenzie admitted her guilt but defended her position. This led into a little refresher lesson on the cost of T.P. and a comical lesson on it's importance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-133258925711294868?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/133258925711294868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=133258925711294868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/133258925711294868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/133258925711294868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/08/sunsets-and-snails.html' title='Sunsets and Snails'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/Rr_6oCmLyUI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ubXSFin5TAc/s72-c/IMG_2851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6367163978481399295</id><published>2007-08-04T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T19:18:59.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's 13 now! sniff, sniff....sob...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am now the mother of a teenager. Did you hear what I just said? A teenager. Yes I knew this was bound to happen some day. As a matter of fact I knew exactly on what day and time it would happen. But this doesn't change the fact that I am still having a hard time coming to grip with the reality of it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My life just became a little more complicated by this daughter's change in status. Not a lot complicated, but just a little. Now I have two separate age groups to deal with. It was so much easier when they could do everything together. Those days are gone now. Flown right out the window! And now there are going to be outings with friends like trips to the mall and movies. And boys! Oh my gosh I just realized that I met the man I married when I was 13!!!!!!!!! Oh brother! I think I need to lay down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6367163978481399295?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6367163978481399295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6367163978481399295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6367163978481399295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6367163978481399295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/08/shes-13-now-sniff-sniffsob.html' title='She&apos;s 13 now! sniff, sniff....sob...........'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-7616235416722577422</id><published>2007-07-24T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:42:34.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't See This Coming</title><content type='html'>Who knew? Life is sure strange. We have been so focused on leaving this place and getting back to Vegas, or some place close by, that we totally didn't expect to hear the comment from Shad's grandma in Ohio let alone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;contemplate&lt;/span&gt; on it at all. But we did, and we are. Well, just a little right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, every day I ask Shad about the transfer stuff at work.&lt;br /&gt;Has he heard anything?&lt;br /&gt;Does he know anything new?&lt;br /&gt;I get the same answer every day. "No." I'm certain it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;annoys&lt;/span&gt; him but I feel like I should keep it fresh in his mind every day. Why? I have no idea. I think it makes me feel better. Like in some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;warped&lt;/span&gt; kind of way it is progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I did again asked the usual questions, and got the usual answer with a "but" on the end of it. But what? Apparently Grandma in Ohio is contemplating moving to the city where she would be closer to the doctors she is frequently visiting. (Not by choice.)  That is great! She needs to be some place closer to the hospital instead of being so far away all by her lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;But....she is said to have made the comment of "I wish Shad and Sherry could move into my house and live in it." Or something to that affect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? Move to Ohio? That is so not close to Vegas. As a matter of fact, that is pretty damn far from Vegas. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first reply of course was "Um, I don't think so." And then later that day we began to think about it. What would that look like? How would we manage that? Could we even manage that? There would have to be many cosmic things fall into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day I was commenting to one of the girls about how it is important that family takes care of family. That God wants us to take care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt;, especially when we are in need. So many of our family and friends are in need back in Vegas. But we have family in other places too. Grandma Kathy is in Vegas with a ton of family taking care of her. Grandma Ruth is in Ohio with, well, she is pretty much alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has us thinking pretty hard and praying about some things. I didn't see this coming!&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-7616235416722577422?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/7616235416722577422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=7616235416722577422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7616235416722577422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/7616235416722577422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/07/didnt-see-this-coming.html' title='Didn&apos;t See This Coming'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-6918164783575072467</id><published>2007-07-22T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T11:56:46.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sign?</title><content type='html'>We went to a park in Alameda yesterday so Shad could practice softball with some of the people he works with. They go to a tournament every year in Vegas, but get only one or two practices in. Last year it was one practice, this year they are shooting for at least two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailey's friend Cally came along with us and the girls were having a great time at the park when they suddenly realized they were hungry. They were very verbal about it, so we piled into the truck and left Shad behind while we went on an adventure to get lost in a little island city I have never driven in before. We managed to only get a little lost, and found a cute little park where an art exhibit was going on. Nope, no food there so we moved on. We were on a mission you know. Finally we found a shopping center that had a huge Trader Joe's in it. Thanks Trader Joe's! Crisis averted! We finally managed our way back to where we started by sure luck as I was totally lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the sign? Yes, well on the drive home from the nasty little bar-b-Que place Shad took us to for lunch after his practice was over, he informed me that the word in the office is: three new openings in Vegas. This means he has an even better chance at getting us back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not getting excited though. If it is to happen, then it will be right? Shad will send in his transfer request and life goes on. It sure would be nice if we were to be back before Christmas though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-6918164783575072467?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/6918164783575072467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=6918164783575072467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6918164783575072467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/6918164783575072467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-sign.html' title='Another sign?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-3233719845412269353</id><published>2007-07-18T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T23:02:48.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sign?</title><content type='html'>I am currently procrastinating yet again as I am struggling to write a paper that is due &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; night for my History class. Oh well, at least I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consistent&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went with Shad to his MRI. He has some back issues. Nothing serious that we know of yet, just old age at this point unless we are told different in a couple of weeks. During our ride back home, Shad got a call. It was his boss telling him that there had been some changes done. Major changes. Anyway, the result was that he is going to have to issue a new transfer request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping that this is a sign. I have been thinking about how this December would be the perfect time for us to transfer to another place as I will be in between classes and we would be buying at a most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;opportune&lt;/span&gt; time. The fear was that the transfer would go through right away and make things difficult. However, after much thought, it really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter when it happens. It is just important that it does. So, I will be praying about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, I guess I should get back to that wonderful paper I have to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yippee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-3233719845412269353?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/3233719845412269353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=3233719845412269353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3233719845412269353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/3233719845412269353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/07/sign.html' title='A sign?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-8448697729701448295</id><published>2007-07-16T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T09:52:25.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning!! Another very small look into my brain...</title><content type='html'>Traveling is something I love to do by car. I love it because it forces a time of quiet at some point in the journey, and with quiet comes deep thought. And thinking leads to realizations and discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, traveling to Monterey this Saturday was one of those times where I found myself in deep thought about life and God and the future. The realization? &lt;strong&gt;I am an impatient person when it comes to the big things.&lt;/strong&gt; Well, possibly all things. For instance, if Shad were to say "Lets take a month off and drive to the East Coast just to say we put our toes in the water," I would be like, "Let me just pack a few things and let's go right now!" &lt;strong&gt;I am becoming impulsive and crazy again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me back up, I &lt;strong&gt;used&lt;/strong&gt; to be impulsive and crazy. In my teens and twenties I would do wild and crazy things at the drop of a hat. No planning required, let's just do it! Do it right now! If I wanted something, well if I could, I went and got it because there was no time like the present. No fear, no regrets, and no planning. (Not always smart.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened and I got a little lost. I still can't determine how or when it happened exactly, but when it happened I became afraid. Afraid of everything new and different. That fear lasted a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's move forward. On the drive to Monterey I realized that I am getting impulsive again and the fear is not so strong anymore. But, the real realization that came to me was the reason I was like that in my teens and twenties. The thought of death. I didn't fear death, but I thought about it differently than most of the people I hung out with and I am realizing again that I am starting to remember the lessons I learned from watching the people I loved dye while growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One lesson for me was that we only get so much time on this earth to do the things we are blessed with the opportunity of doing. And that we sometimes only get one opportunity to do them at all so, if you are faced with an opportunity take it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I can see that when faced with an unplanned pregnancy, I took the opportunity to be a mom. When faced with the opportunity to love someone despite their addiction, I did it and survived. When faced with the opportunity to forgive someone for something heartbreaking that they did to purposely hurt me, I forgave. And the list goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not saying I am some wonderful saint of a person because I am not. No one is. I've done some horrible things in my life. When given the opportunity to help my mom take care of her mom when she needed the help most, I chose not to. When faced with the opportunity to spend time with a dying family member, I chose not to. When faced with the opportunity to support my brother throughout a bitter divorce with his now ex-wife, I chose not to. The list goes on here too. In hind sight, I think these events happened when I was lost and afraid. That is something to ponder on later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess the point I am getting to is that the lessons I learned in the past are all coming back to me now and I am again beginning to understand that fear is still evil and sometimes we all just have to jump in and trust that God will take it from there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a cool quote on someones blog: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"leap and the net will appear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to live like that. I want to have that faith. No regrets, just jump in and let go. Let God be in control of the direction you fall and see where you land. Trust that he will catch you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later..................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-8448697729701448295?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/8448697729701448295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=8448697729701448295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8448697729701448295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/8448697729701448295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/07/warning-another-very-small-look-into-my.html' title='Warning!! Another very small look into my brain...'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814492.post-5717470312946942076</id><published>2007-07-12T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T13:51:29.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RpaTTJn-3rI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uxCV0tswTpk/s1600-h/IMG_1473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086414786371968690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RpaTTJn-3rI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uxCV0tswTpk/s200/IMG_1473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, we have had such a crazy summer vacation time. The kids went to Ohio, Vegas, and the county fair. Tomorrow night we are taking them to a concert, then we are going to the Monterrey Bay Aquarium on Saturday. We hit Vegas again at the end of the month, and end the summer vacationing with a huge party for Hailey's 13th birthday. Throw in movies, park days and other non planned activities and we have been busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The crazy part is that there is more travel to come, and more activities and school hasn't even officially started yet. But it is so clear to me how much the girls are still learning during this break. I love home schooling! I love that it can be so flexible and that there is so much learning going on the whole time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am coming to realize more and more that home schooling is really just living life. You might think I am just crazy and, well, I have no argument there but I know how I feel and what I see. There is no denying that learning is happening when the kids go out in the corn field and capture fireflies and question how their little butts light up. (The fire fly butts, not the kids). Or when kids try to calculate the distance they have traveled. And when as a parent I am constantly asked questions like why a word is spelled the way it is spelled, why something is called what it is called, or where something came from by my children, I am forced to do a little learning myself. So, I know learning is taking place no matter where we are, or who we are with. It is happening all of the time in so many different ways and I love that we have the freedom to learn this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, I am done now. I sometimes get a little carried away I guess. I just love what I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So we are off to run an errand or two, then it's laundry time and then I have school tonight. Man we are busy. I am deffinitly looking forward to my little mini vacation in Sacramento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now go learn something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814492-5717470312946942076?l=smatheny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/feeds/5717470312946942076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814492&amp;postID=5717470312946942076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5717470312946942076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814492/posts/default/5717470312946942076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smatheny.blogspot.com/2007/07/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation!?'/><author><name>Sherry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07360184629141628841</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/SVgIi1wsRkI/AAAAAAAAAPU/e-qjiVrAeKw/S220/Photo+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YwfEzvX53zs/RpaTTJn-3rI/AAAAAAAAAEY/uxCV0tswTpk/s72-c/IMG_1473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
