<?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-2030327207083918133</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:55:04.643-05:00</updated><category term='weather'/><category term='bible study'/><category term='reading'/><category term='cabbage'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='stinkers'/><category term='domestication'/><category term='kids working'/><category term='lettace'/><category term='Mommy Day'/><category term='country bumpkin'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='tomatoes'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='SAD'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='paint by number'/><category term='cookbook'/><category term='toilet seat'/><category term='running water'/><category term='baking'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='canning'/><category term='stuffed animals'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='apples'/><title type='text'>Rana in the Country</title><subtitle type='html'>Living in the country offers its own unique challenges and opportunities.  Come join me as we get a glimpse of what really happens in a small farmhouse tucked away from the cares of this world and how we try to live life in simplicity and a renewed sense of "downhome."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>211</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-1082952634199548186</id><published>2010-10-21T06:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T07:18:09.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BYOC Part 2</title><content type='html'>It's now Thursday and I will finish my story! The cookout went well. It was beautiful weather, the fire was hot and mostly calm, the tables were loaded down, the kids were happy, the adults actually got to talk. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Then, Tori and Lane took 6 of the 7 kids back into the orchard, they picked apples, and picked apples, and picked apples, 8 grocery bags full. Granted, they had to work hard for them! They were the left overs from what the migrant workers missed or discarded. The HUGE TALL guys were climbing the little apple trees. I almost had a fit. (they are not our trees and I didn't want them broken as our landlord would be VERY angry!)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Then, just as we were getting comfortable, the wind came up, the cups blew away, the napkins started flying, the chips began floating off the plate! So, we cleaned up and came inside where the last child, a 1 year old, proceeded to take apart my house, one video, one DVD, one book at a time. Then one game, a shelf of books, a stack of videos and DVDs. I began looking at the clock! Frequently! I chased SOMEONE ELSE'S kid. I picked up books, videos, DVDs, games, and looked at the clock again. Several times. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Then the kids came back cold, and wet and hungry. They took over my kitchen, they exclaimed over their apples, they begged to stay. (horror of horrors!) The baby was crying, I was getting a headache. Finally, they got into their Suburban, with ALL their apples and children, and I very nicely said, "Thank you for coming, I had a good time! Next time the party's at your house!" and they drove away.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Whew, we made it! Orville and I went into the house and crashed. We agreed that it was a good thing we didn't have the full party we had planned to have, that they were(are) really nice people, but NEXT TIME, WE FOUR PEOPLE WILL INVADE THE HOME OF THOSE NINE PEOPLE! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Oh, and yesterday, Tori comes home from school and informs me that one of the boys (HUGE, TALL boys) wants to come home with her every Wed and go to church with us!? What's up with that? Not a problem, I guess. Oh, and can he have more apples? He'll pick them himself! NO, NO, NO! Do I make myself clear?!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
It was definitely an interesting experience!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-1082952634199548186?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/1082952634199548186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=1082952634199548186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1082952634199548186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1082952634199548186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/10/byoc-part-2.html' title='BYOC Part 2'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3678013007524223253</id><published>2010-10-17T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T08:01:21.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BYOC</title><content type='html'>We are having a cookout with a family of NINE! Whatever posessed me to invite them HERE?! We are having a baked potato bar, hamburgers, hot dogs, chips and dessert. What we won't have is an adequate amout of chairs. Therefore, BYOC. Especially since 3 of the 9 are HUGE, TALL men! I feel like a dwarf standing or sitting next to them. This shall be an interesting afternoon. I'll keep you posted. For now, this is Rana Woodhull signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3678013007524223253?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3678013007524223253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3678013007524223253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3678013007524223253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3678013007524223253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/10/byoc.html' title='BYOC'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5646329561352106350</id><published>2010-10-13T06:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:15:54.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Way to Go Back to Work</title><content type='html'>You know, being off work for so long, it is hard to be motivated to go back. Once I get back, it won't be so bad, but it's the getting there that is bad. I think I have come up with strategy that might work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 
First, I applied for the job I want at Grand Rapids Community College to teach Office and such. Second, I am applying at some retail stores for the holidays. Here's why. The job I want will most likely not be available until after Christmas or New Years and possibly not until Aug. Second, the holiday retail will get me out of the house and moving and in the habit of getting out again. Plus, we could use the money for Christmas, I could get an employee discount on much needed professional clothing (most of mine is old, doesn't fit, or out of fashion!), and I could replenish the kid's clothes. Mostly, I need to get out of the house and get "doing".&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
Once I finish school, in 8 more weeks, I will be at a loss as to what to do with myself. You see, once I get back in the swing of cooking and cleaning for the family, I won't have anything to really DO for most of the winter, which breeds depression and anger and demotivation. I can take up and finish a few projects that are sitting around waiting for me to have more time, but, once those are done.....I will be spending time learning Office 2007 inside and out (can't teach it if I don't know it or use it.), finishing cross-stitch projects, maybe some sewing(to make Tori's clothes more acceptable...why is everything so low-cut?), and try to get back to doing some baking and more healthy cooking! We shall see. I definitely need to get on a schedule! I also want to get more involved in my church. I've missed that since I've been in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5646329561352106350?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5646329561352106350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5646329561352106350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5646329561352106350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5646329561352106350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-way-to-go-back-to-work.html' title='Best Way to Go Back to Work'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7440356695746887942</id><published>2010-10-06T08:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T08:23:23.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Tomatoes</title><content type='html'>What do you do with green tomatoes? I have to get them all picked as all my plants have now been frostbitten. My MIL told me to make fried green tomatoes or green tomato pie. Evidently, green tomato pie is supposed to taste the same as an apple pie. Hmmmm. Whatever I do, I need to do it soon, or they will all rot on the vine. Any other suggestions on what to do with them? If so, please send a recipe with the suggestion so I can try it out.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

Today, I go babysit 5-7 small children, most of them under the age of 2 at church for the Women's Bible Study. After 2 hours of that, even with help, I am wiped out. I don't know how mothers with lots of kids do it. I would be crazy doing it full time! As it is, I can barely handle getting up at 515 am to get my own kids off to school. I feel like the walking dead until about 730 - shortly after the kids get on the bus. Then it is usually get around or go back to sleep, depending on how dead I am!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

I recently moved 2 of my bird feeders up onto my porch railing so I can see the birds better this winter (and remember to keep feeding them) and it has been really cool. I see a flock of birds fluttering about right outside my window! I am surprised that the cat hasn't eaten them all yet. It's kind of fun to watch, he can't quite reach them with his paws stretched out. they are about 4 inches too far away! To jump would be to jump off the porch and into a bush, which could be pretty painful, I imagine!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

So, how do you get a kid to bring home all the necessary papers for parents to fill out? Or even bring home their homework? Or how about get them to stay after school to finish up with the teacher? I now have begun to email the teacher directly with all questions and requests! I hope they don't get sick of talking to me, but I NEED the info! I love it that so much more stuff is posted online and I can print at least a few of the worksheets from home. (Then there is no excuse for not having it done!)If all the teachers could get onboard with this function, things would go a lot smoother. Anyway, a few of them are getting there and that helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7440356695746887942?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7440356695746887942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7440356695746887942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7440356695746887942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7440356695746887942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/10/green-tomatoes.html' title='Green Tomatoes'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4917611734262145803</id><published>2010-10-05T07:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:29:33.117-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down to the Single Digits</title><content type='html'>No, not the temperature, though that is coming soon, I suppose. No, I am talking about how many weeks of school I have left. As of today, I have 9 Mondays left, then I'm done. I was beginning to wonder if this day would ever come! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

Here's what it took to get here. 17 months of hard work, tears of frustration, long, agonizing hours over a computer, around 300+ pages of typed papers of assorted topics, but all relating to business turned in, 5 reams of paper wasted, and uncounted cartridges of printer ink went into this program.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

 So did the kid's complaining and whining about all the time I didn't spend with them (not that they REALLY wanted me), strange meals of unbalanced nutritional value (primarily pasta, soup, and "cook it yourself, kids", and on the go snacks.) Who has time to cook?! I also gave up social interaction with other family and friends, church activities, and vacations. Now that I'm nearly done, I have to start thinking about how to get back to normal life, oh, and look for a job! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

I wonder what life will hold for me now? It all seems like such a dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4917611734262145803?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4917611734262145803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4917611734262145803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4917611734262145803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4917611734262145803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/10/down-to-single-digits.html' title='Down to the Single Digits'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6309640933705160507</id><published>2010-10-04T10:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:30:37.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SWOT analysis</title><content type='html'>What is a SWOT analysis you might ask. Well, it's an analysis of the Strengths, Weaknesses, Opportunities, and Threats for whatever business or activity you may be involved in. That is what I am working on. This one is hard, as I am doing it on my church. The question becomes, how do you position or market your church competitively against other churches? Are we supposed to be competitive? The only thing I see as acceptable competition is between winning souls to Christ or losing souls to Satan. The rest of it is how we do just that. So, how are we competitively placed in the marketplace, locally, domestically, and globally. Do we need to do it better than other churches, denominations? No, we need to do our best of course, but we need to be doing better than  Satan. Where do you want all the masses of people to end up in eternity? How are you going to make sure you do your best to influence them for Christ. In the end, it is the choice of each individual, but we are called to do what we can to be a guiding factor. We are in competition for souls, not marketshare. Okay, some churches do compete for marketshare, but is it for their glory or for Christ's glory? It is a sad day when Christians in diverse locations and denonimations pirate each other for the sake of status. Now, that looks like a threat to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6309640933705160507?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6309640933705160507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6309640933705160507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6309640933705160507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6309640933705160507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/10/swot-analysis.html' title='SWOT analysis'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5813896492362609696</id><published>2010-09-27T12:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:51:54.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Make All The Difference</title><content type='html'>Friends, the people around us who treat us kindly, who share a special interest, or spend time with us, because we are worth it. Not enough can be said about the value of friendship. Stories have been written, songs sung, poems quoted about the special value of friends in our lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

My daughter, who struggles to make and keep friends is a prime example of the value of true friendship. She recently made a new friend through our church and who goes to school with her. This friend is accepting, kind, compassionate, polite, and easy to get along with. This friend is able to accomplish what her mother, who has tried for years and years to accomplish and failed. This friend can ask a question in such a way that sets my daughter on the path to improvement and striving for excellence. This friend can get my daughter to do homework and make it fun. (the added benefit is better grades!) This friend has made my daughter laugh and giggle, to look forward to going to school, to look forward to going to church. This friend is my new best friend! This friend makes my life easier, if only for a little while. This friend just may be the healing balm that my daughter needs to become a young lady and a successful woman, to learn and acquire social graces, to "become." How I thank God for this friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

At 14, a friend is closer than a "brother." The trials of adolescence are made unbearable by mean and vengeful people, but made so much better by a good friend who loves you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;

I propose a toast to all good friends everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5813896492362609696?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5813896492362609696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5813896492362609696&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5813896492362609696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5813896492362609696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/09/friends-make-all-difference.html' title='Friends Make All The Difference'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5471409025573428143</id><published>2010-09-21T14:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T14:43:03.471-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall, My Favorite Time of Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaves are turning&lt;div align="center"&gt;orange and yellow and red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Leaves are falling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all 'round my head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time of year, again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harvest is on its way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pumpkins and squash and corn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Harvest is plentiful,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peppers and tomatoes and more.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time of year, again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends gather together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for parties and rides and songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends sing together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'round fires with hotdogs and 'mallows and tongs.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time of year, again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scarecrows stand guard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while jack-o-lanterns leer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scarecrows frighten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while trick or treaters chant and cheer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time of year, again.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family comes from near and far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to share the bounty of the season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family spends a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanking the Lord with good reason.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's that time of year, again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall, it's my favorite time of year!&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/2030327207083918133-5471409025573428143?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5471409025573428143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5471409025573428143&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5471409025573428143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5471409025573428143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/09/fall-my-favorite-time-of-year.html' title='Fall, My Favorite Time of Year'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4930859635880516382</id><published>2010-09-15T05:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T06:01:38.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tae Kwon Do - a whole new language</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I found information about Tae Kwon Do (TKD), convinced hubby to permit Tori to join, and took Tori to class. There, she joined in and did pretty good for not doing it for the last 5 years or so. The exercises look to be technical, but not too difficult at this stage, however, each command in in Korean. When shouted, they don't sound the same as when spoken slowly. For instance, Kia, sounds like KE. It is actually just spoken very fast and forcefully. The other commands, I totally didn't get at all. It seems that Tori did, which is good.


I found that TKD is not as expensive as I thought it would be. It is part of community education at the Middle School. Which is cool. The monthly fees are not bad I should say, but the testing fees escalate for each level and each level is tested every three months, and not everyone gets to advance every time they test. (I hope it takes a long time to advance to keep the fees lower!) JK! Anyway, I got Tori in so she can have an extra curricular activity and GET RID OF NEGATIVE ENERGY so she won't be quite so angry at home. There, she can punch and kick it all out in a safe and controlled way. She loved the class, after figuring out why they counted 1234, 2234, 3234, 4234! Poor thing, it confused her and she was lost for the warm up section. All of a sudden, the light came on, and she was able to participate quite well. I was impressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4930859635880516382?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4930859635880516382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4930859635880516382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4930859635880516382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4930859635880516382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/09/tae-kwon-do-whole-new-language.html' title='Tae Kwon Do - a whole new language'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5894271637414710047</id><published>2010-09-13T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T12:18:06.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Group Projects - true or false</title><content type='html'>Today's lesson is about group projects. Is a group project really a group project or is it a project that one or two people do and others contribute to? I've had a lot of time to think about that question in my long quest towards my graduate degree. After spending 15 months non-stop with the same group of people, doing group projects, I am beginning to believe that a group project is a farce. See, here's the thing. Someone has to come up with a good topic for the paper/project, others have to approve the topic, then assignments are made as to who is going to do what part and which research, then we move to the actual &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; of the research and writing. Then the hard part begins. Each person has a different writing style and a different idea of where the project is headed and how it should get there. Each person also has their own personal timetable/priorities in life. When it comes time to stitch the project/paper together, some are very good at making it flow and others are not. Those who are, edit, reedit, and reedit until it looks and sounds professional and as if one person wrote it. Those who are not, complain because their wording is being changed and they feel stepped on and less worthy. So, the person whose writing is not as professional  gets upset and takes offense and then decides that they ate not going to put any more effort into the project. Those doing the editing, take ownership of the project and it becomes their project and the rest are along for the ride. Now, those NOT editing feel even worse.  It is a never ending cycle. Those that carry the group to success and excellence are frustrated by the lack of cooperation and involvement. So, we all get an A on the efforts of one or two people, but the complaining still continues. My question then is this. &lt;em&gt;"Would you rather get the grade you deserve or the one that someone got for you?"&lt;/em&gt;  Frustrating, yes. But who cares? 12 more weeks and you will never see these people again. Make it work people, make it work! &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;(Note to self: don't complain, just make it work!)&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5894271637414710047?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5894271637414710047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5894271637414710047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5894271637414710047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5894271637414710047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/09/group-projects-true-or-false.html' title='Group Projects - true or false'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6827682076760334959</id><published>2010-09-11T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T23:54:59.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Well, folks, it's been almost a year since I last posted. It has been a very busy year with a lot of things happening and not happening. When I left off a year ago, I was just finishing my third class out of 12. Now I am just finishing my 10th class and have 2 more to go. The last one being a capstone project of some sort. I'll keep you posted.

Since a year ago, my hubby was still off work and on unemployment. He has now been working for about 8 weeks and we are hoping, praying and crossing our fingers and toes that he will get hired in as permanent. We should find out by November. Keep that in your prayers.

I now have a 7th grader and a 9th grader. Can you believe that I have a highschooler?! ME! I'M NOT OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A HIGHSCHOOLER!!! That's crazy insane. Tori is in Drama this year and very excited about it. Lane is hoping to do Drama as well.

Now that my school is nearly done, I have been feeling a great urge to get back to my story writing and journaling. With all the papers I've had to write, it's been difficult to do creative stuff as well, but I've been feeling antsy and like I've got to get back to it. I'm working on a book of funny stories and I'd like to eventually get it published. I may have to go the self publishing route, but I'm not sure. Tonight I met a lady that is going to look at one of my stories and see if she would like to illustrate it for me. It's a chance in a lifetime to find someone who might be able to get one step closer to my goal. We'll see if it works out or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6827682076760334959?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6827682076760334959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6827682076760334959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6827682076760334959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6827682076760334959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5451743890349812003</id><published>2009-10-06T08:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:21:52.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of One, The Beginning of Another</title><content type='html'>Last night I finished my 3rd class of 12. I was studying Servant Leadership. Now, there is a topic to stir up controversial conversation! This was an intense class with a ton of papers and presentations. For the most part, the class had to teach each other this time around. Then they added the element of technological difficulty. 6 of the next 9 classes will be web-based in the classroom. While I support technological advances, this is like watching REALLY BAD TV for 4 hours. It is dim and blurry. You cannot really see the students at the other location, so when they talk, you do not know who is talking. It is hard to pay attention when the visual aspect is distorted. I wonder if it would be possible for the college to change the lighting in the classrooms to make it easier to see? After 4 hours of bad TV, my eyes are sore, my head aches, and I can hardly wait to get home!

&lt;/p&gt;The next class is going to be Organizational Behavior and Change. Interesting! We shall see!

&lt;/p&gt;Two weeks, and I will be in CO for a couple of days. I am quite excited! I will get to see family and old familiar places.

&lt;/p&gt;Time to move all the plants indoors. I was afraid I would lose all my hanging plants to frost and cold, so, I moved them inside and hung them in front of my dining room window. I found a hanging clothes rack that works perfectly to hang plants on and under it I have a small table that holds several more smaller plants then off to each side, there are plants on stands. My goal is to hopefully keep them alive through the winter so I can put them back out in the Spring. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5451743890349812003?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5451743890349812003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5451743890349812003&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5451743890349812003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5451743890349812003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/10/end-of-one-beginning-of-another.html' title='The End of One, The Beginning of Another'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2806257525735997750</id><published>2009-09-26T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T08:15:14.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going on a Trip and I'm taking...</title><content type='html'>That's right, I'm going on a trip to CO to see my family and pick up a car. I'm so excited. I haven't been home in 3 years.  I'm sure there are a lot of changes since I left that I need to catch up on. I'll be leaving Oct 15th and getting home on the 18th.  It is a short trip, but I need to be here for the kids to get off to school on time.  We're chancing it on that Thurs and Fri. We may have to have them stay with someone in the mornings and schedule a different bus.  They are not good at watching the time and I'm afraid they would miss the bus, then be home alone all day.

&lt;/p&gt;Somewhere in there I need to study and get ready for my class the following Monday. It's going to be tight, but, I guess I'll get it done, one way or the other.

&lt;/p&gt;So far, the kids are doing pretty well in school. They are both in middle school this year.  It is hard to believe that they are that old.  Why, I remember when they were just born! Doesn't seem like that long ago. In fact I have clothes as old as they are! Older in fact! Oh my, that's not so good!

&lt;/p&gt;Dr. O made it thru a whole week at work and they called to say he should come back next week. I guess that he must have done a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2806257525735997750?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2806257525735997750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2806257525735997750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2806257525735997750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2806257525735997750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-going-on-trip-and-im-taking.html' title='I&apos;m Going on a Trip and I&apos;m taking...'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3788506820019652507</id><published>2009-09-22T14:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:42:04.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back - For a While Anyway</title><content type='html'>That's right, I am attempting to come back.  This has been the busiest 4 months ever. My job was going horribly and I was miserable and started to get sick from it and...and...it was just terrible. 

&lt;/p&gt;On the other hand, I have been doing really well in school so far.  In 2 weeks I will have finished 3 classes.  Yipee!  AND I'm getting A's so far.  For that, I congratulate myself!  Going to school is hard work, no matter how old or young you are.  I am pleased to know that I have graduate level reading and writing skills and can reason at such a level.  So far tho, it isn't really any harder than my undergrad.  The same amount of work pretty much.  

&lt;/p&gt;So, now I ask the question...Are colleges and universities making the programs easier or am I just getting smarter?  I know that at 18 there was no way in the world I could have done this well.  For one, I didn't know ANYTHING, and for two, I couldn't follow directions to save my life.  Well...okay, maybe to save my life.

&lt;/p&gt;I do know that my writing skills have changed over the years, and now I have LIFE EXPERIENCE on my side.  I am glad I'm doing the classes the way I am though.  I could not handle doing a 16 week course again.  That is pure, unadulterated torture.  Who wants to go to school 3 or more nights a week AND do homework?  Not me! One night a week is enough! That gives me a whole week to get the homework done.

&lt;/p&gt;Change of topic.  I am back to being mom and wife.  It feels great and I am actually doing mom, wifey things.  Like cleaning house and cooking and overseeing homework.  I am looking for something else that is part-time.  Dr. O is back to work this week as well.  Pray that his job is steady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3788506820019652507?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3788506820019652507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3788506820019652507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3788506820019652507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3788506820019652507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-for-while-anyway.html' title='I&apos;m Back - For a While Anyway'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-1338343816932129741</id><published>2009-08-15T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:48:41.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happened To All The Time?</title><content type='html'>That's what I am asking myself.  It seems that I am running myself ragged trying to keep up.  Monday will be the last day of my 2nd class.  It has been a journey.  A very difficult journey.  Ethics classes have always driven me crazy, but this one is horrid.  We didn't really talk about the text, barely covered the topics of philosophical thought and learned a TON about police work.  Very little direction about expectations for papers, then gruelling feedback.  I suppose it is supposed to 'help' me to be a better writer/critical thinker, but the only critical thinking I'm getting out of this is CRITICISM.  Ugh.  Horrid class.  I'm glad it will be over in 3 days.  Well, that's school.  Now, on to work.
&lt;/p&gt;Work has been just as busy.  I have been getting a lot of felons coming in to see me who need a LOT of help and work.  They are very time absorbing.  Add to that the other case manager, hired same time as I was, has been on two vacations already.  So, I'm doing part of her job, along with my own.  Not that it bothers me much to help out, just that she is never there, it seems.  Add to that, I got a new Regional Manager who doesn't know her job yet and my other Regional Manager is being short and tempermental.  Add to that, this week one of our job coaches walked off the job, creating havoc for the office, (she belongs to the other CM) , so I've been doing damage control and putting out fires, before a bunch more people decide to walk.  Well that wasa work, exhausting.  Now, on to family.
&lt;/p&gt;It is the end of summer, three weeks til school starts.  My kids are bored, tempermental, and sick of being hot and bored.  Movies? Video Games? Webkinz?  Lumped altogether, It's not happening much.  Why?  They fight too much.  Then I come home and it gets spilled over onto tired, stressed out Mom.  I will be glad when school starts.  Not the homework part, but the structure part.  Get these kids out of the house.  Hubby is doing all the household duties, gardening, cleaning, cooking, and driving.  
&lt;/p&gt;Oh, the good stuff. Maybe?  We got Hubby's car back.  It is fixed, it runs, it goes faster than 30 mph.  It cost 800 bucks.  frown, sad mommy.  Good stuff...good stuff...I finish the class in 3 days...school starts soon...we have onions the size of softballs...beans coming out our ears...I don't have to cook...It is Saturday and I slept in until 8...Well, that's probably enough!  
&lt;/p&gt;Love ya all, thanks for reading.  I'm sure life will get better or at least more managable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-1338343816932129741?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/1338343816932129741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=1338343816932129741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1338343816932129741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1338343816932129741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-happened-to.html' title='What Happened To All The Time?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7451868950073146029</id><published>2009-07-24T07:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T07:37:29.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third Round of Picking Up the Kids</title><content type='html'>That's right, this is the 3rd round.  This has been the busiest summer I can ever remember (well, except the year I got married, quit my job, moved, and met all my in-laws!).  I'm picking up Calico Kid from a week of camp today, AND my sis-in-law and family will be here for the weekend.  

For those who don't know, I am getting my Masters in Business Management.  I am going through a 17 month, very intense, program at Cornerstone University.  I like learning new things.  I DON'T like to be rushed and stressed.  However, I can handle ANYTHING for six weeks, can't I????? Please say that I can.  That's how long each of my classes are.  One night a week for six weeks.  Each class is four hours long.  So far so good.  I got an A in Research Methods.  Ethics? I sure hope so.  Anyway, one down, ten and a half to go.

Now, off to work, then camp, then home, then study!  Busy day ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7451868950073146029?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7451868950073146029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7451868950073146029&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7451868950073146029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7451868950073146029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/07/third-round-of-picking-up-kids.html' title='Third Round of Picking Up the Kids'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8114356893800774605</id><published>2009-07-20T16:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T16:49:51.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Michawana</title><content type='html'>That's where Calico Kid is this week!  This is his first experience at a summer church camp.  I sure hope he is having lots of fun and keeping busy!  He signed up to shoot .22's.  Please, oh, please, be safe.  The last time I shot a .22, the shell went down my shirt and burned my a, you know.  Ouch!  And yes, I cried! 

Mystery Girl came home with a TON of new clothes and jewelry.  Holy Smokes, now I have to clean out the dresser again.  And find a closet bar for all the hang up clothes.  Good Grief!

Now, It's off to school and try to pass this class.  Hard Stuff it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8114356893800774605?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8114356893800774605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8114356893800774605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8114356893800774605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8114356893800774605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp-michawana.html' title='Camp Michawana'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3874727736988540403</id><published>2009-07-14T10:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:52:51.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery Solved</title><content type='html'>Today the mystery of the missing Mystery Girl is solved. She is coming home from CO today. I am picking her up from Detroit. Mystery Girl seemed to have a great and wonderful time with her grandparents. While Mystery Girl was gone here is what happened:
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cleaned her room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made up her bed PROPERLY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I washed and FOLDED all her clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I put all her clothes AWAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;found and PUT AWAY all toys and personal items&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worked like crazy getting an A in my first class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cried because work and school are so hard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worried about MG having a good time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hoped that MG was 'behaving'&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;worked many extra hours at work (and home)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought MG a coming home gift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed MG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talked to MG on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed MG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;told MG that she could make it the last 5 days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed MG&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;talked to MG on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed MG like crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention that I missed her? I did! She will be coming home and be 'such a nice kid!' Can't wait to see her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3874727736988540403?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3874727736988540403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3874727736988540403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3874727736988540403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3874727736988540403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/07/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery Solved'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8702842835332836568</id><published>2009-07-02T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:37:12.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the day that Calico Kid arrives back home from an extended trip to NY with grandparents.  While he was gone I
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;worked like a dog to learn my new job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;washed his clothes ONE time and put them AWAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put ALL his toys in his room to STAY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;convinced hubby to paint his room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cleaned up after hubby who painted his room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;made his bed NEATLY&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;rearranged his room so I could get in the door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed him like crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought him a coming home gift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed him like crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched his sunflower grow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;missed him like crazy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did I mention that I missed him like crazy?  I did!  Three weeks is a long time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8702842835332836568?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8702842835332836568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8702842835332836568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8702842835332836568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8702842835332836568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the Day'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2409853596856032858</id><published>2009-07-01T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:47:38.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What NOT to Do</title><content type='html'>Here's what not to do in my job (not that I know from experience)
&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;place an ex-breaking and entering into a cleaning position, especially if the company cleans banks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;place an ex-sex-offender into a job in McDonald's- especially if it has a Play Place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;place an ex-drug pusher into a sales job at Walmart&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;place an ex-DUI into a position where he must drive a delivery truck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ditto for an ex-sex-offender&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;place an ex-violent behavior in a daycare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just to name a few!  Believe it or not, there is an entire manual about where these ex-offenders cannot work or live.  Then they wonder why so many go back to prison.  Don't get me wrong, those barriers are really for the good of society.  But it does make it hard for an ex-offender to make it on the outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2409853596856032858?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2409853596856032858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2409853596856032858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2409853596856032858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2409853596856032858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-not-to-do.html' title='What NOT to Do'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5226307583728048042</id><published>2009-07-01T23:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:35:19.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1 - already</title><content type='html'>Has it really been six weeks since I last wrote?  Please forgive me.  Here's why I haven't written lately.
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just started school&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just wrote research papers for six weeks in a row&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just finished my first class on Monday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just started a new job&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just went into information overload&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just sat in nearly 50 hours of 'staff meetings' for the month of June&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just met a million new people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just found out that I have to find jobs for ex-offenders in the worst state, in the worst county in the nation for the worst economy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just work, study, and sleep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just eat very irregularly and I still can't lose weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I just can't remember to write for fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What else has happened?  Well, my daughter is in CO for a few weeks and my son is in NY for a few weeks.  Calico Kid comes back to me on the 2nd.  Mystery Girl comes back to me on the 14th.  The house has been quiet and mostly clean.  The hubby has been a great Mr. Mom/gardener/cook/laundress (what's male for laundress?)/chauffer/yard maintainer.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past month has been a real challenge.  I'm glad that it's over and I can get on with my duties and live peacefully(sort of).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, kids, you are welcome to come home now!  I miss you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5226307583728048042?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5226307583728048042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5226307583728048042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5226307583728048042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5226307583728048042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-1-already.html' title='July 1 - already'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4091325089235227261</id><published>2009-05-22T21:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:49:57.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love It- So Far Anyway</title><content type='html'>I'm back to school again and I love it! It feels so good to be back in the classroom using my brain for something besides remembering all the kids' squabbles! There is definitely a life beyond home and garden. The best part so far was walking into class and KNOWING that this was the right thing for me to do.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;During first night orientation we were told that the twelve of us would become like family since we will be spending the next 18 months or so together as a group. Everyone goes through the program from beginning to end together, one class at a time. Every six weeks, we begin a new class. I LOVE that format. It is soooo much easier to focus on one class at a time. My first class is Research Methods. I can handle the reading and weekly assignments pretty well I think. The hard part for me is to come up with a viable research project. It needs to be interesting and relevant to the kind of job I did work or would like to work in. If you have ideas, let me know!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For those who have never done a mission statement or need to update it, I recommend the &lt;a href="http://www.franklincovey.com/msb/"&gt;Franklin Covey website&lt;/a&gt;. It was a very easy and interesting activity. This is especially good if you don't really know what you are aiming for or what to aim for. I am a goal oriented person, so this will really help me to keep on track and acheive some new goals.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We also had to take a DISC personality profile. It was mostly accurate, but not entirely. It is a very subjective profile because you can answer the questions differently for different jobs or situations. So, it's hard to be concise. I think there's a lot of good information that can be used.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, I guess that has been my week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4091325089235227261?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4091325089235227261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4091325089235227261&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4091325089235227261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4091325089235227261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-it-so-far-anyway.html' title='I Love It- So Far Anyway'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-324121285812363</id><published>2009-05-07T07:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T07:48:16.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On</title><content type='html'>Today, I am saying goodbye to a blog a read very regularly.  My sister is moving on in life and will no longer be posting a blog.  My sister, Amy, is going back to school for a new career.  She is going back for a law degree.  In what area, well, that remains to be seen.  I am proud of Amy for making this leap into a new career.

&lt;/p&gt;It seems to me, that lately, there is a lot of new career training going on.  My hubby and I are back in school.  My sister Amy just finished her bachelors and is moving on to law school.  My sister Sonia just finished some business training for work and received a certificate.  Why did we all wait for our 30's before upgrading our education?  Most likely, because life happened and school was interupted or we just plain didn't know what we wanted to do or would be good at.  Anyway, congratulation to my family and extended family for continuing your education and making your lives move forward.

&lt;/p&gt;Spring Fever is not something I recommed to anyone.  Spring Allergies really slow ya down and drain all the energy.  Mine have been bad this year.  I have now learned that mowing and weedwacking are off limits for me.  Along with touching or smelling anything moldy or mildewy.  So, my basement is also off-limits for me.  Only one problem with that!  We have a very leaky basement that is FULL of that stuff.  Remind me that when we buy a house to make sure the basement doesn't leak.  Anyway, that stuff gets into the air and WALLA, I get sick.  I am getting better again, but it's exhausting! At least I'll be able to breathe and not cough too much while my mom is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-324121285812363?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/324121285812363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=324121285812363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/324121285812363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/324121285812363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-goes-on.html' title='Life Goes On'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6393765222251401761</id><published>2009-05-02T08:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T09:22:27.607-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Having a Teen Any Different From Having a Preteen?</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm not sure!  Sometimes, I can see the maturity begin to gather in little pockets here and there.  Sometimes, I can still see the toddler (more frequently) and the strong-headedness that rules our home.  I am anxious to not have so many eggshells to walk on!  Actually, I don't walk on them much, but the daily explosions do become nerve-wracking.  At least, the temper tantrums don't last as long and I can usually reason her out of bad temper!  Actually, she is becoming more fun to spend time with as a girl and a daughter.  We can shop together and be interested in some of the same things, she likes to eat more grown-up food, she wants to be more independant and do things herself!  She's even hugging me more, almost as if she actually LIKES ME!  

&lt;/p&gt;I haven't been writing very much lately.  I guess, I just don't have very much to say, or I feel that my life is boring, too boring to write about.  I'm hoping to change that very soon.  In a few days I begin school again.  I'm sure that will give me some new things to think about!  It is amazing how much I like school.  I used to hate it so much, that I'd get sick just because I had to go.  Now, I get excited about it.  For me, learning is power.  It makes me feel good to know that I CAN learn and that I am using my brains and that I can make sense of things and or fix them!  

&lt;/p&gt;This Friday, my Mom is coming to visit for the weekend.  I am quite excited about this!  It kind of came as a surprise, especially since it is on my birthday and she is going to attend a Friendship Supper with me!  Yup, I finally feel as if my mom and I are more friends than parent/child than we used to be! Of course, there will always be that too!  Everyone needs a mom to complain to, to tell all the exciting and unexciting things in life!  Moms, I think, are very good confidantes to have.  They are supposed to understand impossible things, just by intuition and love us forever even when we are not very lovable!  Thanks MOM, for your loving service all my life!

&lt;/p&gt;My Mom has taught me a million things.  She taught me about making beds with hospital corners, how to stack silverware in the drawer properly, how to make straight vaccum lines and listen for all the dirt and rocks to be sucked up into the vaccum before moving on,  how to dust all that wooden furniture, especially close to the floor EVERY SATURDAY of my childhood.  She taught me about unconditional love and honesty.  She taught me that to worry about stuff all the time is just a waste of time and energy.  But most importantly, she taught me about God and how to live for Him in real life, not just at church.  She taught me that a quiet faith that doesn't push itself to the forefront, but just is lived, is much more genuine than the obvious super-spiritual.  She taught me that love is forever and that you should only marry a man that can love you back forever!  Now, just because she taught me all these things doesn't mean that I learned them all at once or even very well.  But, I am learning now at an excelerated rate that she was always right.  

&lt;/p&gt;Mom, Thank you for your life and love.  Thank you for being my Mom.  Thank you for keeping trying, even when it seemed hopeless.  Thank you for understanding me even when I didn't/don't understand myself.  I love you Mom.  Happy almost Mother's Day.

&lt;/p&gt;Today, Dr. O and I are going to attempt to catch up the yard work, before it rains again and supersaturates everything.  I swear that our grass is knee-deep to a Moose and the weeds and edges are twice as high.  I'd also like to plant a bunch more stuff so it can catch the moisture.  I keep wondering how we'll be able to keep it all up after I begin school.  Both of us are in school and looking for work.  This could be a very busy year!

&lt;/p&gt;What are the kids going to do?  I wish I knew.  I think I'll have to create some outside chores to keep them away from the TV today! HMMMM.....I think finishing the woodpile would be good.  Maybe hauling rocks for a border.  Well, on the note, I have to skedaddle and get busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6393765222251401761?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6393765222251401761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6393765222251401761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6393765222251401761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6393765222251401761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-having-teen-any-different-from.html' title='Is Having a Teen Any Different From Having a Preteen?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-9026295357760672341</id><published>2009-04-10T18:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:05:18.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time To Dig</title><content type='html'>Today, we rototilled the vegetable garden and made a new flower bed.  That is ALL we did.  But it took all day to do it.  The veggie garden wasn't so hard because it had already been tilled and used.  The new flower bed took a loooooonnnnggg time.  You have to be careful when breaking new ground.  If you don't the tiller runs away from you and drags you behind.  NOT SAFE!  Tomorrow we will do two more beds.  I guess by the time we move out, I'll have the yard just the way I want it!

&lt;/p&gt;This week I also filled out all the paperwork for my new student loan.  Scary.  Just one more thing to pay for later, but, it will help me finish school.  I think it's a good thing.  Hopefully, I'll be able to find a job afterwards.  I'd better!!!!

&lt;/p&gt;Other than that, I have been helping kids with all their school projects.  Mystery Girl had a science project for the science fair.  She got a B+.  Yay!!!!  Calico Kid is finishing his project on the New England Colonies.  They have to do a diorama.  So he chose to do the Boston Tea Party.  I'm trying to get some of Boston on the board, but he's more concerned about the Ship.  Grrr.  AND, he can't find his pirate ship he wants to use.  I guess we'll have to print one out and glue it to the diorama.  It does look pretty good tho.  Soon, this will all be a memory!  Then begins MY journey back to school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-9026295357760672341?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/9026295357760672341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=9026295357760672341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/9026295357760672341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/9026295357760672341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-time-to-dig.html' title='It&apos;s Time To Dig'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-170522036434084840</id><published>2009-04-01T09:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T09:59:41.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another New Blog</title><content type='html'>Okay folks, head over to my new blog.  It is called &lt;a href="http://fromthepitofmymind.blogspot.com"&gt;Reflections and Memories&lt;/a&gt;.  It's all about the stories I've been writing, that I keep asking you all if you've read, and you haven't.  Have a great read and please, please, please, leave comments for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-170522036434084840?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/170522036434084840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=170522036434084840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/170522036434084840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/170522036434084840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-new-blog.html' title='Another New Blog'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7834316993567682958</id><published>2009-04-01T08:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:43:55.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>What is? you ask.  My hubby and the cat.  Why?  Well, Hubby HATES cats.  He chases them down to do bodily harm.  But, Ginger loves Hubby.  He follows him around the house all day.  He leaves his comfy nest of blankets, pillows, and kids, and goes to jump on Hubby's lap, just because he coughed, laughed, or spoke kindly to him.  Hubby is truly a cat thief around here.  Ginger is Hubby's study buddy, he helps fix the cars, checks out the garden before we plant.  He has decided to belong to Hubby.  NOT FAIR!  and completely funny.  (It brings out the gentleness that is hiding in Hubby!)  And, because this cat has Chosen the Hubby, Hubby can't get enough of the attention!  He purposely coaxes Ginger away from the rest of us.  (Talk about soft spots!)

&lt;/p&gt;To all you on Facebook.  I'm sorry for the lack of communication going on over here.  Our computer is soooooooo slow, that I don't get there very often.  While waiting to get logged in and read comments, I have to make dinner and clean the house in order to pass the time.  So, I do read comments, but hardly ever post anything.  Very time consuming.

&lt;/p&gt;Blen, congrats on your surgery.  I'm glad you went ahead and got it done.  You will feel sooooo much better.  Hubby has three sisters who got it done.  Two of them are doing very well.  In a year, they have both lost over 90 pounds each.  The other sister, did well until her hubby got in the way.  Don't let ANYONE get in your way.  It will mean changing the way the whole family eats.  You gotta be a stickler on that or your children may be the next ones who have a weight problem.  Anyway, I'm proud of you for taking this step.  Good luck and God be with you.

&lt;/p&gt;You've heard me mention the blog Because I Said So.  Dawn Meehan has just had her first book released today.  I am reading it right now.  It is very well written and so easy to relate to as a mom.  I just love this book.  I am also very glad that I only have two kids instead of six.  It makes me tired just thinking about it!  So, head over and check out her website and order her book.  &lt;a href="http://www.becauseisaidso.com"&gt;www.becauseisaidso.com &lt;/a&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7834316993567682958?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7834316993567682958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7834316993567682958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7834316993567682958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7834316993567682958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-hilarious.html' title='It&apos;s Hilarious!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-53061930902833553</id><published>2009-03-25T13:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:27:40.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought I was done with school</title><content type='html'>I must say that this past month has been crazy, and I'm not even sure where it went.  Last time I was trying to figure out how to spend a ton of money on groceries.  I still haven't figured it out, but oh, well!  At least we are eating much better, and healthier.  

&lt;/p&gt;This past week, Dr. O started back to school to get certified in A+ and Network+, a computer hardware program so he can fix computers and such.  Don't ask me what 'such' is.  It just is.  On May 18th I begin my Master's for Business Management.  I am excited, but nervous, too.  It is a big responsibility to go back to school.  I'm also looking into more avenues for my writing.  I sure would like to get that off the ground.  

&lt;/p&gt;I am getting ready to plant some things before setting them out in the garden.  Then I have to measure out where I want to place the new garden beds around the yard.  Yup, this is going to be a year full of changes.  

&lt;/p&gt;I sometimes hear anxiety and worry over our situation.  And yes, it does get a little old after a while.  But here's the cool thing.  We have a unique opportunity to grow in our personal lives, that we may not have had otherwise.  There is nothing like adversity that will character more quickly.  We have learned that in whatever state we are in, to be content.  That alone is a huge blessing for us.  And, I look at it this way.  It creates a whole lot less debt, to be content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-53061930902833553?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/53061930902833553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=53061930902833553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/53061930902833553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/53061930902833553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-thought-i-was-done-with-school.html' title='I thought I was done with school'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3876799659276349597</id><published>2009-02-23T18:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T18:46:44.978-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle on Strotheide Rd. NE</title><content type='html'>Have you ever put in an application for something and it falls through the cracks?  Then you put in another application and it also falls through the cracks?  On Nov. 11 we applied for a Bridge Card.  Today, on Feb. 23, we finally got the call.  You may come and pick up your Bridge Card today!  I'll be right there!  All the people we talked to said that it takes about a week.  It took 3 MONTHS for us!  Not to complain tho.  God has been keeping us anyway!  I kinda think that God had it planned that we depend on Him ONLY for awhile.  The cool thing....The card was retro active to Nov. 11.  So, as of tomorrow, there should be over $900 on it!  Now, WHAT am I to do with $900 in food?  Oh, and it goes to the end of the year!  Can you say STOCK UP?  But WHERE?  I'm sure I'll figure it out!

&lt;/p&gt;We have been able to do some wardrobe updates for everyone this past couple of weeks as well.  It is so cool to have some new jeans that I like (I mean love).  Calico Kid even asked for clothes.  Can't believe it!  So, he got some new pants as well.  We are kinda working on Mystery Girl's room, too.  I'm installing shelves on the walls to create more floor space.  She has no closet or any place to put anything.  Frustrating!

&lt;/p&gt;So, things are getting better!  I'm not always negative!  I don't think.

Love ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3876799659276349597?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3876799659276349597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3876799659276349597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3876799659276349597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3876799659276349597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/02/miracle-on-strotheide-rd-ne.html' title='Miracle on Strotheide Rd. NE'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-9040733197865469745</id><published>2009-02-14T09:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:43:17.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Take It Anymore</title><content type='html'>This past week I have been so very, very discouraged.  We've had so much blessings going on, but I'm just plain old discouraged.  This past week, Mystery Girl has been sick.  She is finally feeling better, but it has been a VERY LONG WEEK.  I was contacted about the job I didn't get, AGAIN.  So, I went to a one on one interview.  I left feeling so...so... confused.  It went well.  I think.  But, I'm still not happy.  Our "economic staus" is getting to me.  I think I am beginning to finally succumb to STRESS.  You know, the kind where your head feels like it is spinning, your balance is off, all you want to eat is snacks, and you just plain want to go hide from the whole world.  I suppose, having hubby home with me 24/7 is beginning to wear on me as well.  

&lt;/p&gt;What I really want, is to still be a stay at home mom, work my garden, and live in the outdoors again.  I want the hubby to have a job, the kids to be well and AT SCHOOL, publish some stories, and I don't know what.  

&lt;/p&gt;I am in charge of decorations for our Marriage Conference on the 28th.  I'm going fairly simple.  We will have potted spring bulbs and I'm making napkin rings from ribbon and buttons.  They are really kinda cute.  We'll have some teacups filled with M&amp;Ms on all the tables.  I think it's going to look really nice.

&lt;/p&gt;I'm thinking that the Master's Degree is no going to happen.  Not if I have to take out another student load to finish it.  I'm short about $4900 in funding right now.  Yep, I'm discouraged all right.

&lt;/p&gt;On top of it all, I think I'm starting to catch the flu too.

&lt;/p&gt;Bah, I'll try a more positive post later.  Sorry guys, I'm not doing too well today.  Love ya all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-9040733197865469745?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/9040733197865469745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=9040733197865469745&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/9040733197865469745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/9040733197865469745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-cant-take-it-anymore.html' title='I Can&apos;t Take It Anymore'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5181632871536278131</id><published>2009-02-06T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:23:16.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Episode Four (or Good Grief Already!)</title><content type='html'>I suppose you have been wondering about the job interview.  It interview was great!  Thanks for asking.  Oh, is was a group interview.  Here's the lowdown.  150 people applied for ONE position.  90 people said that they would come to the interview.  45 people showed up.  After the first hour, all but 12 left.  So, most of the crowd deselected themselves and I only had to compete with 11 other people.  Hmmm..... At least 5 were a definite no, just from listening to their answers.  They came unprepared and had little on the ball.  That narrowed it down to 7.  Well, when we left, we were told that we would be contacted for both yes or no.  They were going to interview only 4-5 in a personal interview.  Well, okay, I felt I had a good chance, but you know, it could be kinda iffy to get the 2nd interview.  Finally, I got word that I was not chosen.  Oh, well.  It was only 10-20 hours a week anyway.  But still, disappointing.  It was a good experience though.  It was really strange being able to see your competition and be able to rank yourself based on what you thought of yourself and the others.  Comparison has its good points and bad.  Anyway, I came out of it with a better idea of what I'm up against and what I need to work on.  I felt that I did pretty well, though.  Just need to clean up some of the rough edges a little more.

&lt;/p&gt;Now, I am still looking for a job.  I'm running out of good prospects on the web.  Not that I prefer that.  Just that it is miles to ANYWHERE and I have to figure out where to go and when.

&lt;/p&gt;Now, for other news.  I'm still reading Louis L'Mour books to Calico Kid.  It is the greatest way to keep the family QUIET!  They all sit down to listen, or the others go off and do something alone.  We are reading about the Sackett family.  There is a lot of shooting, horses, indians, rustlers, cows and of course action.  Right up this kids alley.  It makes for some good quality/quantity time with the kids.  They don't feel 'ignored'.  

&lt;/p&gt;It has been suggested to me to turn one of my stories into a children's book.  That is an interesting thought.  I may have to consider that idea.  I would need to change it slightly and get some illustrations done.  But I really like that idea.  I wish I knew how to go about getting it published.  I think I need to make some investigative ventures and find a publisher.  Remind me sometime to do that!

&lt;/p&gt;I am having someone from our church evaluate my stories and give me some hints or tips or just plain feedback.  I'm also looking at maybe auditing a creative writing class, just to see if I can find more areas to write in.  We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5181632871536278131?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5181632871536278131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5181632871536278131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5181632871536278131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5181632871536278131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/02/episode-four-or-good-grief-already.html' title='Episode Four (or Good Grief Already!)'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6813791049631565969</id><published>2009-01-29T06:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:28:12.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As the Earth Rotates Episode Three</title><content type='html'>Well, things are moving along nicely.  I have applied for 14 different jobs using different job agencies on the web along with Michigan Works which is our unemployment office.  I've contacted Cornerstone University about getting my Masters Degree through the No Worker Left Behind program.  All of this is so exciting for me.  

&lt;/p&gt;Now, on Saturday I have an interview for a part-time job.  I have another company that wants to interview me.  However, I think I'll not do that one.  It is selling insurance and I DO NOT WANT TO SELL STUFF.  Some of those job banks I get kind of suspicious of.  They list 'Company Confidential'.  Then they try to recruit people who don't want to do their brand of work.  Mostly selling things.  Anyway, the job I'm going to interview for is for Admin Assistant at a company that does business coaching.  They teach businesses how to succeed.  So, I would be taking calls and mailing out materials and that sort of thing.  

&lt;/p&gt;Of course, I'm still keeping my options open.  After all, I did apply for 14 different jobs.  Some of them are much more interesting to me.  We shall see!  I'm just praying that God will open the right doors and make whatever job I take to be a good fit with home, family, work, and school.

&lt;/p&gt;Ah, yes, school.  Cornerstone University called me yesterday to let me know that my paperwork has been submitted by NWLB and has been filled out and returned.  It looks as if I may be a student rather soon.  I'm so excited about that thought!  I wanted to go for my Masters in Business when I finished my Bachelors, but promised myself that I wouldn't take out more loans.  Now, it looks as if NWLB will pay 10K of it and I only need to find about $4500 through grants and scholarships.  I am saying this all on faith right now of course, but I VERY MUCH WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL AGAIN!

&lt;/p&gt;Sunday night I had a very strange experience.  I kept hearing someone say 'Mom' in a low, monotone voice, like someone was groaning or moaning.  I got up to check on Calico Kid.  Nope, not him, he was sound asleep.  So, back to bed I went.  Then it happened again.  Well, maybe it was hubby snoring in a funny way.  So, I listened very closely.  Nope, not hubby.  Well, what on earth was going on anyway?  Finally, after about the 3rd time, I said, "God, are you doing the Samuel / Eli thing?"  Then I heard clear as day, "You need to fix your resume."  "Well, okay, like, how?"  "Add all your AF awards and double check everything for accuraacy."  "Ok, remind me when I get up in the morning!"  Then I dozed off for a while.  Next thing I know, I'm wide awake again.  "Give your resume to the church."  "Ok, I can do that."  "Call Linda and ask about learning her accounting program for experience or at least exposure."  "Well, alright.  I can do that."  It went on like that for a while!  By 5am I was wide awake and couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up and fixed up my resume.  It was a strange experience for me, but I felt so much peace and some excitement about our future.  

&lt;/p&gt;God has really come through for us this past week.  I can hardly wait to find out what He's going to do next!  Dr. O has been working this week doing cleanup for a construction site.  That came out of the blue, too.  Some guy didn't show up for work so his boss called our church to find another worker.  They told him to call Dr. O.  How cool is that?!

&lt;/p&gt;Another thing that happened was that a lady in our church wants to show all my stories to some people.  It is so exciting that someone wants to read them or use them!  I've been praying for an opportunity to use them.

Well, next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6813791049631565969?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6813791049631565969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6813791049631565969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6813791049631565969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6813791049631565969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-earth-rotates-part-three.html' title='As the Earth Rotates Episode Three'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-949730599269574326</id><published>2009-01-22T07:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T07:57:39.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>As the Earth Rotates - Episode 2</title><content type='html'>Lets see, there have been a couple of new changes, or at least ideas presented.  Nothing set in stone of course.

&lt;/p&gt;On Sunday, I broke down and spent some money to get my hair trimmed and styled.  $15 well spent.  I now have bangs again and the technician was able to frame my face more by tapering the front sides.  I now feel much more attractive and employable.  Then I broke down and bought a straightening iron to try to tame the rest of my not straight but not curly hair.  Waves are okay, by I always feel messy.  Hence the straightening.  Also, the iron is cheaper by far than a perm!  How many curling/straightening irons does a girl need anyway?  There's the tiny 3/4 inch iron, the 1 1/2 inch iron, and the straightener.  Oh, and two blow dryers.  One of which I should just throw away.  It's mostly dead, has been for a long time.

&lt;/p&gt;On Tuesday, I decided that I wanted to go to school for Business Management.  I thought possibly a 2nd Bachelor's.  Then Cornerstone University called me to ask why I didn't take their Master's program.  Hmmmm.....well, I honestly didn't think of it and didn't think that NWLB would cover it.  Now, I have to see.  It is about $1000 cheaper then a BS.  $360 per credit hour.  12 classes plus fees and books ($120 per book per class!!!)  Maybe I could get them off of half.com.  

&lt;/p&gt;Only one problem with all these plans.  NWLB doesn't have any money right now, and we have to be on a list, waiting for our turn to go to school.  There is another problem.  The college is telling me that NWLB will pay more than NWLB said they would.  I AM NOT TAKING OUT ANY LOANS.  Been there, done that.  Definitely need grants and scholarships.  At least Grants.  Lots of grants.  But, the total cost is around $14,500.  

&lt;/p&gt;The good part - it is through an adult education program.  I would only go to school once a week for 4 hours,  for 6 weeks at a time.  Just like at Regis University.  Very Cool!  

&lt;/p&gt;I've also applied for several good jobs this past week.  Pray that one of them would come through.  They look like, and feel like a good fit.  We really need one of us to start working almost immeadiately.  We're running out of unemployment.  Which is really where the stress comes in.  God has been and is being very gracious and good to us.  We have blessing galore.  But, it is still stressful.  Keep us in your prayers.  

Tune in next time for Episode 3 (whenever there is one, that is!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-949730599269574326?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/949730599269574326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=949730599269574326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/949730599269574326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/949730599269574326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-earth-rotates-episode-2.html' title='As the Earth Rotates - Episode 2'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4835591513002199986</id><published>2009-01-15T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:32:34.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the New Year in foresight...</title><content type='html'>Thanks to all of you for having patience with me when I didn't post for awhile. We are experiencing change management here at home. It has been a very difficult time for us and I get tired of the complaining that is just waiting to come out, so I haven't been saying much.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;#1) Dr. O is still looking for a job.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;#2) I have begun looking for a job.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;#3) We have both been going to training/information classes to find out about going to school.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;#4) We have both been taking tests for employment, school, interests, and aptitude.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;#5) We both may be going back to school in April/May

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Word of advice, don't go take these tests with your hubby.  Especially if you score higher than him.  It will make him feel badly and then make you feel badly (because you LOVE him and want the BEST for him.) Not to feel badly for yourself, but you know, support the hubby?!

&lt;/p&gt;Okay, the good news!  Michigan Works (employment agency), through the No Worker Left Behind program may be able to help me get my second Bachelor's degree to make me more employable.  Very Cool.  Now, I just need to decide which school and program I want to pursue.  I have my BS in Business Admin.  I am thinking of going for one in Management or HR or Financial Management or maybe Database Management.  Hmmmm.  There it is folks, I have to make a decision.  Tell me what you think.

&lt;/p&gt;Dr. O is looking at the A+ Certification.  That would also be covered by the same program.  Ok, NWLB is a program that pays for 2 years of school, tuition, fees, books for people trying to get back into the workforce or who have been left in a glitch due to this economic dilemma.  The hitch is that it needs to be a high demand job catagory.  They both seem to fit.  

&lt;/p&gt;More good news, because I am prior military, I do not have to take a civil service test and if I get hired by any govt. company, I will have already accumulated vacation time and can get excellent benefits.  

&lt;/p&gt;So, does this mean that I will go to work, and Dr. O will be a stay at home dad and do housework, cook, clean and be the primary parent?  Hmmmmm....it is quite possible.  At least for a while.  

&lt;/p&gt;So, I foresee that this year is going to be another year of change.  Hopefully, positive change.  I foresee a job and education.  I foresee a change in family roles and duties.

&lt;/p&gt;And now you are caught up with our lives.  Catch us next time on As The Earth Rotates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4835591513002199986?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4835591513002199986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4835591513002199986&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4835591513002199986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4835591513002199986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-is-new-year-in-foresight.html' title='This is the New Year in foresight...'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7019336038769139959</id><published>2009-01-05T07:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:10:11.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Believe It?</title><content type='html'>Whadda ya know!  Our 15 day Christmas vacation turned into 17 days!  The day before vacation the kids had to stay home due to a 'snow day', and now, today, the first day back to school in 2009 is also a 'snow day' (actually, it's ice).  Totally not fair!  As if &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; don't need a vacation from &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;.  Phooey!

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday we had a mystery writing contest.  Mystery Girl had to for an assignment, Calico Kid thought he could do it better, and since they were doing it, I thought I should try!  MG - didn't tell me she had to do this til Thursday then expected me to do it for her.  NOT HAPPENING!  So, she finally got started on it yesterday.  Now, what's wrong with doing the work BEFORE it's due?!  She didn't get very far.  That's what she will be doing today!  CK - wrote a Hardy Boys style mystery.  At least a nice exerpt of one.  He LOVES action!  When he's done with it, I'll post it on here for you all to read.  Then, there's me - Well, I got one page done.  it sounds really kinda cool.  It's about 3 sisters, Faith, Hope, and Charity who solve the case of the Missing Hymnals.  This one just might be a keeper.  We'll see!

&lt;/p&gt;New Years Resolutions - I'm not making any.  What's the point?  I never keep them so, I'm not making them.  I would like, however, for Hubby to find and keep a job.  I would also like to see our vehicles put in good, driveable condition.  Especially Dr. O's car.  I'd like to lose weight and keep it off.  I'd like to see my sisters and parents this year.  I'd like to have a nice vacation to SOMEWHERE ELSE! But, I'm not resolving, just hoping, wishing and praying.  Good Enough!  Most of all, I want to grow closer to God and be a good steward of all that he has given me.  My talents, money (or lack thereof), family, friends, and my church.  

&lt;/p&gt;This has been a very hard year for us, yet God has pulled us through with miracle after miracle.  I pray that we as a family would remain greatful for all He has done.  Let us never forget His greatness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7019336038769139959?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7019336038769139959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7019336038769139959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7019336038769139959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7019336038769139959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2009/01/can-you-believe-it.html' title='Can You Believe It?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-344290711400989797</id><published>2008-12-27T08:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T09:00:35.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Othello</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas!  How was YOUR Christmas?  Ours was pretty good.  We had relatives from Monday til today.  

&lt;/p&gt;One of the gifts we received was a game of Othello.  Now, we have an old one, but I can't remember were it came from.  Did I buy it a looooong time ago?  Or did I 'borrow' it from my father?  Maybe you can tell me Dad?  If yours is missing, I'll give it to you the next time you come visit me :)

&lt;/p&gt;The kids each got a voice changer.  Who was that from???!!!  I don't mind so much when they are far away from me.  But next to me or in the same room.....Well....!  Calico Kid also got a NERF GUN.  So, now everyone is dead.  We've all been shot to dollrags.  Then, he went and bought another gun with some of his money, so we had a WAR going on.  There are bullets all over the house.  His NERF gun is in two pieces, so we ended up with three guns to have a war with!  Grandpa Woodhull was the most frequent target, and he had fun with it!

&lt;/p&gt;Mystery Girl got a doll and some clothes and then went and bought another set of clothes with her money.  So, now the doll has 2 sets of clothes and a set of pajamas!  She loves her doll.  I think she named it Jasmine.  Of course, they also got movies which they've watched already, 2-3 times.  That was used for 'quiet time'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-344290711400989797?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/344290711400989797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=344290711400989797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/344290711400989797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/344290711400989797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/12/othello.html' title='Othello'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6067684094402467474</id><published>2008-12-23T08:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:39:26.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember What I forgot!</title><content type='html'>Did you know that the value of the American dollar is sinking?  I cashed a $13 check from Canada and it cost me $2.98.  Wow!  That's just not cool.

&lt;/p&gt;Well, the fun begins.  The in-laws arrived at 930 last night, between storms.  Now, I have to cook.  :(  Well, I guess we'll be having soup or roast or something.  I'll have to do some bread baking so we can have breakfast at least.  Maybe I'll have to do some venison stew.  That should make a bunch to eat.

&lt;/p&gt;Today, Grandma and kids are assembling the gingerbread house and decorating it.  Fund times!  I need to save aside some decorations so that I can eat them before they are ruined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6067684094402467474?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6067684094402467474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6067684094402467474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6067684094402467474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6067684094402467474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-remember-what-i-forgot.html' title='I Remember What I forgot!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-1453429913513991945</id><published>2008-12-19T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:32:07.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Goes Techie</title><content type='html'>Due to the massive amounts of Baby Jesus dolls that are stolen annually, the company that makes and supplies them for outdoor Nativity Sets, has begun installing a GPS in each doll.  Okay, if you want Jesus so badly, you don't have to steal Him.  He is a free gift.  If however, you are stealing Him because you hate Him, He really can't be stolen either!  Some people are sooooo dumb.  In any case, A GPS might work for people keeping track of their Jesus dolls, but, you know, He has his own GPS system to keep track of all of us.  That's right, He keeps track of us!  With no effort whatsoever!

&lt;/p&gt;Today begins Christmas Vacation.  It was to begin tomorrow, but we had a snow day today.  We got about 10-12 inches of snow since 4 am this morning.  Our next storm is scheduled to hit Sat. night or Sun morning.  So, today, we had pajama day and then I sent the kids out to bury themselves in the snow.  Calico Kid even dug out a snow cave for Ginger, who did NOT appreciate it.  Poor Kitty!  Mystery Girl made chocolate chip cookies then didn't want to share them.  Pout!  They even turned out really good, AND she followed the recipe.

&lt;/p&gt;Our landlord finally got someone to finish housewrapping the house this past week.  Oh, My, Goodness.  It's actually almost warm in the house!  Actually, it's much warmer, but, Dr. O is still keeping the temp at 62.  We even got a new door installed into the mudroom.  It actually latches and is insulated (I think).  Now, only 1 door, 2 garage doors, new carpet upstairs, and a new patio and paved front walk and we'll be all set. :) 

&lt;/p&gt;I'm all doctored out.  Every time I go, I get scheduled for something else.  Let's see, I've had my blood drawn, had my pap, mamogram, dietician, xrays, and now, I have to see the eye doctor and then find a dentist.  Please don't dream up any more appointments!

&lt;/p&gt;I'm sure I had something else to write on, but now I can't think of it, so I guess that means I'm done for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-1453429913513991945?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/1453429913513991945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=1453429913513991945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1453429913513991945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1453429913513991945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/12/jesus-goes-techie.html' title='Jesus Goes Techie'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6649331156847218083</id><published>2008-12-15T13:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:22:56.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I Haven't Died Yet!</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize it had been so long since my last post!  I must be getting slack...or boring...or something!  So, what have I been doing?  Nothing spectacular, just recouping from homeschooling.  I have caught up on some reading, Sudoko puzzles, and sleep (sort of).  At least I'm napping!  Getting up at 6 to get the kid off on the bus at 645 is murderous to my constitution.  

&lt;/p&gt;Mystery Girl has been excited about school.  I'm so glad!  I think she really likes going.  At least for now.  She says that her teachers 'challenge' her and that she likes that!  Way to go Girl!  She was sick all last week and on Thursday I finally gave us and went and got her from school and kept her home Friday.  She hasn't had such a nasty cold in forever, so, it's probably from going to school (all the new germs that she hasn't been exposed to before.)  The homework....well....NOT MY PROBLEM anymore!  Telling, coaxing, begging, ordering her just makes her mad and blow up, so....she will have to learn the hard way!  Oh, well!  Yesterday, she was yelling at Dr. O and I about not letting her learn anything, that we 'shelter' her too much and that she wants to learn about the 'real world'.  In other words, we wouldn't let her watch a TV show!  She wouldn't stop yelling at us, so I told her to tell Grandma and Grandpa all about how mean and controlling we are!  So, wonderful mom that I am, I dialed the phone for her and handed it to her.  In any case, she was still mad, but she stopped yelling at us and had a sane conversation with her grandparents!  Thanks M &amp; D for listening to her!  You helped us out a bunch!

&lt;/p&gt;Calico Kid on the other hand, got right down to his homework and got it done.  He is doing really well in school.  I keep saying that, but I am sooooo impressed.  He has done so well this year.  I think it has a lot to do with his reading ability and the fact that he really wants to do well.  It took him a while to get to this point, but he is taking right off and flying high!

&lt;/p&gt;Today is very cold and windy.  It is about 14 degrees out with windchills of -5 - 0 degrees.  The wind is blowing about 20-25 mph.  BRRRRR.  So, we are listening to Christmas music and cleaning house.  At least it's cheerful INSIDE!  I also mailed my Christmas cards today.  Yay, another job done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6649331156847218083?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6649331156847218083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6649331156847218083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6649331156847218083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6649331156847218083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-i-havent-died-yet.html' title='No, I Haven&apos;t Died Yet!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8503541051419113420</id><published>2008-12-03T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:28:34.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>I love that old song.  It brings Christmas right into my home and puts me in a joyful mood.  Today I have on a bunch of Christmas music and I have my tree up.  I've been spending the day cleaning and organizing.  Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to start menu planning and making lists of things I want to make for Christmas time.  When Dr. O goes to get his real tree, I'll let him and the kids decorate that one.  Since the kids and I don't agree on what should be on the tree, I tend to let them do a separate one.  

&lt;/p&gt;I have stacks and stacks of paper that just seems to accumulate magically.  So, today I am shredding the junk and filing the important stuff.  I don't know what it is about paper and books.  If I had neither one in my home, it would seem to be clean all the time!  But, most likely, something else would take its place.

&lt;/p&gt;So, what happened with my Thanksgiving weekend?  Well, we spent Wed-Sun at my in-laws.  It actually went pretty well.  I don't think I've ever spent so much time with them before.  I got to see them behave like old children!  For the dinner there were eight of us.  We had so much food that when we finished eating, it looked like no one had eaten.  Then came the clean up.  I think I spent about 1 1/2 - 2 hours doing dishes and putting food away.  Dr. O's bil was there and talked non stop and LOUDLY.  My son told him to be quiet.  Later he told him that he was TOO LOUD!  anyway, to stop his chattering about any and everything, I decided to read my stories to the family.  All of a sudden, it got quiet!  So, I read just about all of them and then listened to their different comments.  You know, reading someone elses story is not quite the same as listening to the author read it aloud.  It gives it voice and purpose.  It was fun!  And as a result, they all got to know me a bit better.  AND...it was fairly quiet in the house while I read!  

&lt;/p&gt;I did a lot of reading aloud this weekend.  Not only did I read my stories, but I read a Hardy Boys book to the kids.  It was a kind of escape for us.  It kept the kids entertained and helped with boredom.  It also gave us some time away, just us.  By the time we got home, my voice was sore!  We only have a few pages left then I think we will take a break from it for a few days.

&lt;/p&gt;My comment on my previous post about being in bondage to food needs to be explained.  When I talk about bondage to food I'm not talking about the normal overeating during holidays.  I'm talking about daily overeating, gorging if you want to call it that. It nearly made me ill to watch.  It's the constant nibbling before and after meals while it is being prepared and then put away.  I'm not sure if it is partly to not have to use more dishes or if it is habit or what, but man, it's disgusting.  You know, like when you are full, and you keep eating anyway, just because it is there.  It takes all the pleasure out of enjoying your meal.  After a while, it looses its flavor.  And folks, ice cream is meant to be &lt;strong&gt;enjoyed&lt;/strong&gt;.  When you can't enjoy it because you are too full or sick of eating, my advice is wait until later and enjoy it.  Your tastebuds, stomache, scale, and Dr. will all thank you profusely.  Another part of being in bondage to food is the need to eat so frequently.  Like, you barely get the one meal put away and cleaned up and then its time to begin the next one.  Ufda!  Give yourself a chance to digest the one you just ate!  I promise, it won't go through you THAT fast!  And you won't die from being a little bit hungry.  It is actually good to wait until you are actually hungry before eating again!  How else are you going to burn all those calories?

&lt;/p&gt;So, other than all the eating and food, I enjoyed my holiday and had a fairly good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8503541051419113420?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8503541051419113420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8503541051419113420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8503541051419113420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8503541051419113420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3989643909252735790</id><published>2008-12-01T14:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:40:50.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving is a time for giving thanks for all the things that we so much enjoy.  I am thankful for my family.  We are all together and we love each other. I am thankful that I am not in bondage to food.  I saw plenty of that over the weekend.  I am thankful for God because He has seen us through job search after job search.  He has truly provided.  I am thankful that there is no school today.  It snowed 8 inches last night and it is snowing again.  I have a lot to be thankful for.  

&lt;/p&gt;I am getting ready to type out a new story to put in my book.  Sometimes, I just feel that God inspires me to write and bless others.

&lt;/p&gt;I'll have more about my weekend later, but for now, I need to get some heat into the house.  My fingers are getting numb.  The electricity went out for a few hours today and the heater is trying to catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3989643909252735790?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3989643909252735790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3989643909252735790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3989643909252735790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3989643909252735790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3600714253408637869</id><published>2008-11-26T09:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:31:36.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Made It - I Think</title><content type='html'>Well, Mystery Girl has made it through the first 4 days of school without any major mishaps or disasters.  She did get off the bus at the wrong school once, but was able to walk over in plenty of time.  It upset her enough that she talked to the school counselor to get calmed down again, but she made it ok.  Let's see, oh, yes, the 'cute' boy that was hanging out with her 'broke up' with her!  To which she told him that it was ok, they weren't 'going out' anyway!  Why does she HAVE to be boy crazy?  Oh well, I guess that's a common problem when you reach 12 and beyond!  Some girls never get over it and some grow out of it.  I hope she grows out of it!

&lt;/p&gt;I've been reading a Hardy Boys book to Calico Kid.  That kid wants me to read aloud for hours it seems.  My voice it getting wore out!  Especially when I try to make each character have a different voice.  Sometimes I forget which character I am and get them confused, then it comes out funny. Like I whisper when it says shouted, or I squeek highly when it says gruffly!  Anyway, the kids don't care!  I have to tell them though that I can only read for a certain amount of time before I need to use my mommy voice again.  I've had a sore throat all week!

&lt;/p&gt;Today, we are leaving to spend the whole weekend at my in-laws.  I am taking plenty of things to do, so I don't go too crazy.  We are expecting that there will be company over off and on the whole weekend.  So, I'm bringing a sewing project, my journal, my bible study, and some surprise crafts for the kids.  They are bringing a sled and snowboard and some toys.  I may bring another book to read to them for just in case.

&lt;/p&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all and to all a great holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3600714253408637869?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3600714253408637869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3600714253408637869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3600714253408637869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3600714253408637869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-made-it-i-think.html' title='We Made It - I Think'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-157963983992649766</id><published>2008-11-21T09:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:47:29.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Date - Really!</title><content type='html'>Hee Hee!  Dr. O and I got to go on a date!  We went out for donuts and coffee in a coffe shop!  Do you know how unusual that is?  Dr. O doesn't believe in going out for coffee!  He must've been trying to please me!  But, now I find I have no idea what to say to him on an adult level!  Guess we'll have to have some more alone time and do some interesting things so we can carry on a conversation.  We talked about Mystery Girl's first day of school and had a few good laughs!  Wanna hear the scoop?!

&lt;/p&gt;Well, first of all, the bus forgot to drop her off, so she was a little bit late.  Then when she walked in, she wouldn't talk to me.  She just ran into the living room and plopped down on the couch and started reading!  NOT FAIR!  I'd been waiting ALL day to see how it went.  Then Grandma called and MG told her some stuff.  Anyway, it seems she had a decent day.  Later she told me that she kicked a boy for 'asking her out', she told some girls that making fun of someone (same boy) was just like bullying and they shouldn't do that, and she was called 'show-off' because she knew all the answers in Math and Literature class and that she 'helped' a boy who didn't know the answer to give it in class by whispering the answer to him.  Oh, yes, she also got to have pizza in Geography with all the 'A' students because they thought she must be an 'A' student since she knew everything in all the other classes.  Then, she got to do Web Design and PE and found out it's okay to wear pajama pants to PE!  OF COURSE - since I had just told her that she couldn't wear them to school the PE teacher said it was okay!  So, I THINK she had a good day, but I'm just not sure!  Thank GOD I'm not 12 anymore!  

&lt;/p&gt;Today, she took 2 huge apples to school because the ones they serve at school are 'dinky'.  She tried to take a paring knife to cut it with, but I put the nix on that.  Then she decided that a plastic knife would have to do.  Hope it works for her.  Plastic knives are just about worthless as far as cutting things goes.  She has already checked a book out of the library (a cartoon of course).  At least, today, she was up and ready much easier than yesterday.  Just don't TELL her anything, and you can get through the morning without a fight.  Don't remind her either!  But, DON"T MISS THE BUS! by the time I get her out the door, I'm ready to go back to bed and start the day over.  Except, I can't.  After she's gone, I have to get Calico Kid up and out.  Ufda!  I'ts 9:45 and I feel like I've had a full day already!

&lt;/p&gt;So, do you think I'll survive?  Do you think she will survive?  Please tell me we will!  Please, please, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-157963983992649766?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/157963983992649766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=157963983992649766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/157963983992649766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/157963983992649766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/date-really.html' title='A Date - Really!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8403582992405826736</id><published>2008-11-20T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:18:36.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's the Day</title><content type='html'>Today's the day that Mystery Girl goes back to public school.  I drove her in this morning at 6:45 and took her to the office to make sure there were no changes to her schedule, then she insisted that I leave.  Okay, I can do that!  She is nervous, but seems self-contained and I think she will do fine.  At least she didn't want her mother to hang out with her!  I think that just might be a good sign!

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday I went to the P/T conference for Calico Kid.  His teacher raved about his writing and his stories.  She was very pleased with him.  I am so proud of him, he is doing a good job at school and he has come soooo far in the past year.  His class is each one writing a book to be published.  They are very short books and they only get one copy, but I think it's a great idea.  It give the kids some motivation for writing.  Anyway, it was the best report card I've seen from either kid and the very best conference I've ever attended!  Woo Hoo!    

&lt;/p&gt;I'm not sure if I told you already about Calico Kid making a drawing of some new Hot Wheels ramps and sending them to the Company to see if they would make them.  He watches the mail every day expecting at least a letter back from them.  I hope they do write to him.  It would make his whole life light up!  His teacher thought it was really brave of him to send them the drawings.

&lt;/p&gt;Today, I am treating myself by just doing whatever I please.  Tomorrow, Dr. O and I are going out for breakfast, alone, for the first time since well, I can't remember when!  Can you believe it?  We are home ALONE!  Wow!  I wonder if we can handle that?  OF COURSE WE CAN!

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday, we paid the kids to take care of themselves while we were gone for about 45 minutes.  They just had 2 rules.  No cooking and no arguing or fighting.  They made it!  Unbelievable!  They each got a $1.  Way cheaper than a sitter and it gave them a little bit of independance to try to do it themselves.  Of course, if they fought, they would both lose their dollar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8403582992405826736?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8403582992405826736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8403582992405826736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8403582992405826736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8403582992405826736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/todays-day.html' title='Today&apos;s the Day'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2001326811462244306</id><published>2008-11-17T12:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T12:21:57.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Many Ways Can You Fix Venison?</title><content type='html'>How many ways can you fix venison?  We have come up with a few like stew, roast, soup, and steak.  Most of ours is cubed.  If you have any great recipes let me know.  We eat it about twice a week now!  

&lt;/p&gt;Only 3 more days til Mystery Girl goes back to public school.  I am finishing off her classes at home with a test at the end of each one.  She only has History left.  She gets on the bus at 645 am and gets home about 305 pm an hour and a half before her brother.  Please pray for us as we go through this transision, we're gonna need it.  

&lt;/p&gt;Oh, Amy, we just got your Christmas box!  Wow!  I love the scrapbooks of Christmas songs!  Very Cool!  I'm going to sit right down and play some as soon as I get back from an appointment with MG.

&lt;/p&gt;Soon, I will need to begin my yearly newletter that I didn't send last year!  I have things to write about this time!  And, I'm not depresssed this year either!  Yay for happy pills!

&lt;/p&gt;We got our first snow yesterday.  The kids played outside and built a snowman out of the .5 inch that we got!  It looks like we are finally going to be having winter weather.  I wonder how long it will be exciting to the kids.  They are already talking of going to the sledding hill.  But for that we need a lot more snow.  It is very cold out now so I have to dig out my gloves and hat.  

&lt;/p&gt;Well, I must get out to the appointment so I'll update you again later, sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2001326811462244306?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2001326811462244306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2001326811462244306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2001326811462244306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2001326811462244306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-many-ways-can-you-fix-venison.html' title='How Many Ways Can You Fix Venison?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2460065338023422394</id><published>2008-11-12T08:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T08:28:02.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Status Update</title><content type='html'>Mystery Girl is now registered for Middle School.  She begins Nov. 20th, the 1st day of the 2nd trimester.  I'm relieved that we have finally decided to do this.  It has been a long haul.  What am I going to do next?  I just don't know.  We have only one vehicle and Dr. O is still trying to get some work.  So, I'm not sure if I'll be able to go to work or not, or rather when.  That's something we have to really sit down and decide.  We are kinda waiting til MG gets in school though so we can think in a calm rational manner without interuptions.  Most likely, I'll take some time to really clean house and get more organized.  Oh, what a mess this economy has made of our finances.  We are still living day to day, moment by moment.  I just have to keep reminding myself that God is still on the throne and He will watch out for us.  That's called faith.  And now we are stretching our faith.  Ufda!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2460065338023422394?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2460065338023422394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2460065338023422394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2460065338023422394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2460065338023422394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/status-update.html' title='Status Update'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-1176264008824529013</id><published>2008-11-10T08:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T08:04:28.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>We are back on the roller coaster.  We have to find Dr. O a job.  This is getting just a little silly!  Anyway, please pray for us.  There are a few prospects this week which is encouraging, and I hope something comes through.  I dread filing taxes this year.  We have a lot of W-2's to file this year.  It would be nice if something permanent would come through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-1176264008824529013?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/1176264008824529013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=1176264008824529013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1176264008824529013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1176264008824529013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4877361614535745324</id><published>2008-11-09T08:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T09:25:47.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blessings</title><content type='html'>Through all these hard times, we have had blessings galore.  We have friends and family that love us and think about us.  We have food in the freezer and the cupboard.  We have a roof over our heads and a car in the driveway.  We have children who love us (most of the time!)  We have children who love to go to church and to serve Jesus.  What more could we ask? 

&lt;/p&gt;Today, when I woke up, my son was making thin pancakes, his favorite meal.  The kids are learning how to cook and they usually chose to make things that I like.  Thin pancakes is a favorite here, we've even taught daddy how to like them and make them!  Another dish they are getting pretty good at is eggs.  Eggs scrambled, fried, and omletted.  I'm so glad they are learning to cook.  At least they won't starve when they leave home!

&lt;/p&gt;My friend Annette stopped by Friday afternoon and we had a great talk.  Afterward, I felt so greatful for my (normal) life!  She's a great person to spend time with.  After our talk, she convinced me to take a walk with her.  We walked 3 MILES.  Holy Cow!  I can't remember the last time I walked that far.  Anyway, we had a goal.  We had to reach Linda's house (another friend of ours)before we could turn around.  When we got there, we went in for a visit and filled up the water and took a potty break!  Then walked all the way back again.  The kids followed along or raced ahead on their bikes.  So, we all got some exercise.  Yesterday, my legs felt like lead and twitched a lot, but I think that's just from not being used to being used!  Today they feel better.

&lt;/p&gt;Since I started the happy pills, I can tell a difference and even my family can tell.  I have been much more calm through these crisis than before.  With Dr. O working, then not working, then working, then not working, etc. our household has been having a hard time settling into a routine and getting used to the way things are going to be.  They are constantly changing.  Mystery Girl and I have the hardest time with change and we spend the most time at home, so it has been hard.  In any case, the pills have helped me to be more calm and happy through it all.  I don't like to take meds, but I think I'm beginning to like this one anyway.  

&lt;/p&gt;I've decided that Mystery Girl is going back to school in January.  She needs to get back with kids her age.  It would be good for her to be on a schedule as well.  After she goes back to school, I will be able to consider getting a job to help out around here.  I'm still not very excited about looking and working, but I need to find something part time I think.  I'm looking at the Census jobs right now.  It might be a good experience.  I need to find out more information about it though.  I don't know exactly where I would have to travel to.  It may be too far out.  Anyway, I'll be checking it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4877361614535745324?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4877361614535745324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4877361614535745324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4877361614535745324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4877361614535745324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/blessings.html' title='The Blessings'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8722671010073228465</id><published>2008-11-06T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T08:12:56.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over!</title><content type='html'>Yay!  The election in over!  No, my candidate did not win.  But did you see his speech?!  It was wonderful.  I admire this man's grace.  This man truly loves his country.  I was imagining what it must have been like to be a POW and come back to America.

&lt;/p&gt;Dr. O goes back to work on Mon.  He will be a visual inspecter for a third party company.  He will go into different places and inspect parts that have been returned and sort them.

&lt;/p&gt;Calico Kid has been sick since Mon. night.  He's finally feeling somewhat better, but I'm taking him to the Dr. today for the sore throat.  He's probably got Strep again.  Grrr.

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday, someone dropped off 2 bucks in our garage.  So, Dr. O and I spent the entire day butchering deer.  When we finished, we were sooooo tired.  Our backs hurt, our legs hurt, our arms and hands hurt.  We both got cuts.  But the freezer is nearly full!  WooHoo!  Now I need to find some venison recipes.  Most of it was chunked or shall I say cubed.  We will have meat for a LONG time!

&lt;/p&gt;Well, have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8722671010073228465?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8722671010073228465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8722671010073228465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8722671010073228465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8722671010073228465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3438550438407702514</id><published>2008-11-02T07:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T08:14:47.182-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>I. Am. So. Sick. Of. This. Campaign.  I will be SOOOOO glad when it's over!  Everybody is emotional, opinionated, and tied up with which candidate should win.  Ok, if you are so concerned, VOTE!  and MAKE IT COUNT!  If you KNOW that your canidate is going to lose, why vote for him?  Kinda dumb don't ya think?  Anyway, I suppose after Tues. there will be a multitude of angry people to deal with.  All I can say is if you didn't vote, you have no right to be angry.  I pray that we don't head into the era of Socialism.  Instead of destroying our nation from without, we will be destroying it from within.  We have become the nation of Isreal sold into Babylon.  Welcome to slavery America.  The Land Of The Free and the Home of the Brave!  

&lt;/p&gt;On the home front, we are still trying to get in the 90 days til Dr. O gets hired in permanently.  Kinda hard to do when they call and say there's not enough work, so take some time off!  

&lt;/p&gt;One of our prayers has been answered!  Yup, someone gave us a deer!  We now have some deer meat in the freezer!  We ended up with some roasts, steaks, ans stew meat.  It was a small doe, so there wasn't a lot of meat on it, but we will take every bit we can get.  We may have another one coming soon.  Plus, our neighbor is cleaning out her freezer.  She said she's sick of venison, so we could have hers!  

&lt;/p&gt;Homeschool.  It's driving me crazy.  We did fairly well for a while, but now comes the defiance.  I was going to put her back in school in Jan. but now I'm not sure.  I made out her assignments through Dec. and discovered that 6 of 8 classes will be done by the end of Feb.  The other two we can double up on if need be after that.  So, I thought, why not let her finish this year out at home, then when it's all done, send her back to school for the last 2-3 months so she can get aclimatized again and they will have time to do some testing and we can get her on meds before summer and before 8th grade.  Anyway, just thinking about it still.  

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday Mystery Girl cut her own hair.  I'm not sure if she was mad at me or what.  I'm pretty sure that she was, she always is.  So, when I turned around to look at her, I got a shock.  She cut it above her shoulders.  So, last night, I had to fix it.  It was all jagged.  I was mad, mad, mad.  But Dr. O was even more mad than I was.  He likes long hair and it hurt his feelings, I think.  He told me to shave her bald. But of course I'm not doing that!  Anyway, it's all bouncy now and it actually looks pretty good for now.  

&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, it was a day of frustrations and outbursts.  

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday, it was nice out, so we trasplanted a bunch of stuff before it freezes to death.  I had strawberries, lavendar, ornmental grasses, irises, and other bulbs to plant.  I'm glad we had a nice day to work in.  It's been yucky weather everytime Dr. O has off work.  He is my hole digger!  We also decided on some new lanscape ideas for next year.  It will give me a lot more room for planting.  Plus, I'm going to give the kids an area to plant for themselves.  I'm really excited about planning the new garden.  In the spring, we will move some of the plants again into their permanent spots.  Then we are also going to get some paving stones for a walkway.  It will make the mowing eaiser and will give us more privacy out the back door.  I did sunflowers this year.  I'll probably to them again next year along with hollyhocks.  They are very tall too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3438550438407702514?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3438550438407702514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3438550438407702514&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3438550438407702514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3438550438407702514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/11/grrrrrr.html' title='GRRRRRR'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7904120408416339281</id><published>2008-10-24T08:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T09:34:35.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in the Fast Lane</title><content type='html'>It seems we have been living life in the fast lane lately. Not that we are very busy, but busier than usual. I've been to the Dr. to see about my knees. As you may recall, I fell out of a tree and through a folding chair about 2 years ago. That messed up my left leg and knee. Then a couple of months ago, I fell down the stairs and messed up the right knee. Well, it was bad enough to go to the Dr. so I finally went. They did xrays so I'm waiting on those results before going back in for that. BUT, before I left the office, I had SIX more appointment scheduled.



&lt;/p&gt;I am beginning to realize more and more that I need to take care of myself. I am a fairly healthy person, but after going to the Dr. I left feeling like a very sick person!



&lt;/p&gt;Evidently, I need to make a Women's Clinic appointment, have blood drawn, see a dietician(I'm grossly overweight, I guess!), get on happy pills and who knows what else? All my appointments are between now and the middle of December! Add to that the appointments for the kids, homeschool, canning, and attempted housecleaning and cooking, and well, you have the picture. I know, I know, that's nothing compared with YOUR lives, but it's a lot here!



&lt;/p&gt;By the way, I just received my copy of the magazine my story was written in. It is hard for me to believe that they are publishing my stuff! After I've read it over a hundred times, it doesn't look as good as I thought it was. It must be because I've read it so many times! Or they are deperate for an article! Hmmm...... well, I guess it's good practice and I need to continue to write anyway. And of course being published is a thrill! It's a good feeling to know that I have acheived that level. In reality, most of my writing is personal. It's about my family or friends or things that I'm discovering about myself. Often times, the stories are inspired by something I learned in church or bible study or a timely, wise word. In some ways, it requires courage to share what is going on in my mind and heart life. Many times as I write, the tears flow as the message is communicated to paper. The written words somehow release thoughts or insights and go a long way towards healing to myself. I always pray that the stories will help others to know Jesus more and that they can see Him through me. My mistakes and mess-ups are what make me human and vulnerable, but His forgiveness and awesome love and care for me, make me His child. I write a lot from my pain or disillusionments that are on their way to being recognized and healed. It's awesome. In a way it is a journey of self-discovery which leads to God-discovery, since He is the only cure for pain and broken hearts and minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7904120408416339281?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7904120408416339281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7904120408416339281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7904120408416339281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7904120408416339281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/10/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life in the Fast Lane'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5250722220977497039</id><published>2008-10-18T18:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T19:23:19.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today Calico Kid had his last race for the season. He ran/walked 1.2 miles and came in 17 out of 25. He did pretty well. I'm not sure what his time was but it was somewhere around 15 minutes. I tried to run some with him to keep him encouraged and to keep him moving. Not a smart move. It started my knees hurting again and I wheezed like a leaky organ for the rest of the day. In any case, we are now done with that activity until spring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258628897415086914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SPpnHuwHw0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/QuNKQsTJL-I/s320/100_1151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258628894606925618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SPpnHkSmnzI/AAAAAAAAAgo/uzPdOKv3vK8/s320/100_1155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I also overheard comments about my daughter. "She's a dare devil." As you can see from this picture, they are right. Of course, it made a really great picture! And a startled upset mommy. All I could see was "injury, lawsuit, TROUBLE", of course, she NEVER falls off of anything and she purposely does things that scare me and she IS a dare devil. The trials of being a mother I guess.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also peeled apples of about two hours, then had to core and slice them for applesauce. Now, it's cooking away in the roaster until it is soft enough to add the cinnamon, nutmeg, and sugar for canning. Probably in another couple of hours I'll be able to can it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for tonight.  Dr. O's dumb computer is messing me up, so I'll do it again later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5250722220977497039?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5250722220977497039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5250722220977497039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5250722220977497039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5250722220977497039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-saturday.html' title='Busy Saturday'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SPpnHuwHw0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/QuNKQsTJL-I/s72-c/100_1151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6859755310089803117</id><published>2008-10-14T08:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:31:03.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Icky the Mouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, I got the program to open finally. Here's Icky and Ucky the Mice! Great names don't you think?! Did I mention they are icky and ucky?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256984264247370322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SPSPVexIYlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1QfMlHARBZQ/s320/100_1133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the culprit who discovered them.  Ewwww.  What's worse, is somehow I became the mouse sitter and had to hold them.  Gross me out the door.  Gag me with a spoon and all that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256984270256137874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SPSPV1Ju5pI/AAAAAAAAAgY/xxsx-0S44HI/s320/100_1138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
And this child is the one who called her father a mouse murderer!  Yup, that innocent looking she-wolf!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6859755310089803117?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6859755310089803117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6859755310089803117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6859755310089803117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6859755310089803117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/10/icky-mouse.html' title='Icky the Mouse'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SPSPVexIYlI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/1QfMlHARBZQ/s72-c/100_1133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8723366078431558018</id><published>2008-10-13T21:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:04:59.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garage Update</title><content type='html'>Well, we got it clean.   The garage I mean.  We threw out empty boxes.  We hauled a gazillion boxes, totes, and bags to the loft.  Actually, Dr. O did.  I'm afraid to get up there.  Our ladder is very unsafe, so I don't go up more than 3 rungs and then only with clenched teeth and a white face.  We only threw out 1 trash can full.  Granted, it was a 45 gallon can, but still, much more needed to be tossed.  To do that would require many days of sorting and hauling and deciding.  I decided to wait!  At least we can see the floor now!  And the stuff the kids always get into is out of reach now!  WooHoo! 

&lt;/p&gt;I was going to post some more pictures, but my program won't open and I fear that there is something wrong with my computer.  Maybe I just need to restart it, but then I have to wait forever for it come back up again.  I hate waiting! 

&lt;/p&gt;The kids found two tiny baby mice that fell out of the 'concubine' (combine) on Saturday.  They were hairless and did not have their eyes open yet.  They are creeping looking.  Shudder!  But, guess who wanted to 'raise' them?  That's right!  The kiddos.  They even made it to church!  Oh, horrors!  What kind of parent am I anyway?  Actually, they got snuck into church without my knowledge and my DAUGHTER creeped out the BOYS!  Ha Ha!  She showed EVERYONE!  Ewwwww!  Yuck!  I'm pretty sure that the church has enough mice that they don't need NEW Church Mice.  Anyway, they died (THANK GOD) and the kids cried and had fits, and I had to go to my room to cry (laugh?) so I wouldn't hurt their feelings any worse than I already did.  &lt;em&gt;Who cries over MICE dying anyway?!&lt;/em&gt;  I don't get it.  But then, I'm sooooo insensitive.  At least I'm not the mouse murderer!  Dr. O got the privilege of that title!  Giggle!  Oh, the dramatics of being a 12 year old girl!  Oh, I am SOOOO glad I'm not 12 anymore!  I don't think I could live through it again!  Oh, wait, I am living through it again.....with my daughter!  Woe is me, woe is me.  When will this wicked life be over?  Must I suffer so, for the sake of future generations?  How will I stop 'accusing' the child?  Can I never do anything right?  Oh, woe, oh, woe.......Accusing?  Oh, that means that we are 'critisizing' her for EVERYTHING, and accusing her of not doing right or for doing wrong or for not doing wrong?  I'm so confused!  Whatever it is I did or didn't do, it was the wrong thing to do or not do! 

&lt;/p&gt;Moving right along.....Can anyone diagram sentences in a way that I can understand?!!!  Help!  Predicate Nominatives and Complimentary Subjects or complimentary somethings.....  But, I can point to all 50 states on a map and get them all right!  Woo Hooo!  And I can do 7th grade Math, at least so far! 

&lt;/p&gt;By the way, I HATE HALLOWEEN!  Somehow, I have to come up with costumes on no income, no decent fabric, in no time.  Okay, so maybe part of it is that I don't WANT to make costumes.  But, I am forbidden from buying them this year.  And, they only need them for ONE day!  Grrrrrr.  WE are not celebrating this morbid holiday, but what do we do with the kids?  They have parties at school, ok, CK has a party at school.  MG doesn't.  But that's not fair.  But WHO CARES?  They do.   GRRRRRRRR.  I guess, I'll have to finagle something about goin out to dinner that night to make up for it all.  I HATE, HATE, HATE this activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8723366078431558018?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8723366078431558018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8723366078431558018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8723366078431558018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8723366078431558018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/10/garage-update.html' title='Garage Update'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2857439960922278195</id><published>2008-10-11T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:20:30.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Order to Chaos</title><content type='html'>Today is 'Clean the Garage' day.  We have to drag all the stuff out, sweep the floor, sort the junk, repack it all, and hide it away in the loft above the garage.  This job is sooooo big, that I have been procrastinating it for a long time.  This time, things are going to disappear, or be thrown away.  We can't get the vehicles into the garage.  We can barely walk through it.  Boxes spilling over, empty boxes, boxes that were moved to access OTHER boxes, and there is no room to move around.  You have to move boxes to get to the shelves, which are still full.  Why is it such a mess?  Well, two things.  One, WE HAVE TOO MUCH STUFF.  Two, we have NO ROOM to put it.  We have NO storage.  Our basement is wet and muddy (not a true 'basement'), our mudroom where the freezer and washer and dryer are at is full, our garage is the only overflow space left.  I SOOOO want to build new shelving and get rid of stuff.  The first thing to go is old toys that are scattered from hell to breakfast.  Then I think it is going to be all the empty boxes (maybe I could use some to put thing in I'm getting rid of).  Then I think I'm going to insist that we sell off a few duplicate items, or throw them away.  Camping items, books, and things I'm saving to give the kids when they leave can go in the loft.  Old fabrics and stuff can go on a shelf.  We can get some hooks to hang the bikes on.  By the time I'm done, the garage will be swept, stuff put away, I'll be hot and grumpy, and by tomorrow, I will be so sore that I won't be able to get out of bed for church!  (That's why the procrastination!)  I've been putting off the pain!  I have no idea what to do with the kids while we work.  I could make them help, but then nothing would make it to the trash can.  Hmmmmm........I'll have to work on that one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2857439960922278195?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2857439960922278195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2857439960922278195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2857439960922278195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2857439960922278195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/10/bringing-order-to-chaos.html' title='Bringing Order to Chaos'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-566286026572375597</id><published>2008-10-08T07:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:13:26.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.... Where Did Time Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;That's what I'm wondering. It's been a whole week since I last wrote. But I can't think of anything I did. Or the kids. Or the hubby.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, There is one thing. Calico Kid ran in a Fun Run Race and came in 10th. He ran/walked 3/4 of a mile in 7:32. Not bad! I think I'm going to have him practicing more at home around the fields and orchards or even around the house. See if he can't improve his time by Next Saturday for the next run. I'm hoping that he likes to run and do the races enough to want to join track and field in Jr. High. So far, so free, so good. Now, if I could just find something for the Mystery Girl to do that is fun and free, I would be happy. She is into drama (preteen)and climbing trees. I wonder if there are tree climbing clubs around? If only! I'd never see the kid! She loves dancing, but hates to follow directions, so I don't know!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today, I am going out with a friend. It's a big deal because I NEVER leave the house alone! But, today, I am! Yippee!


&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The weather here has been rainy, drizzly, and gray. Normal for this part of the country I guess. Blech! It hasn't been too bad yet. I still can go outside and be in my garden a little. I have a gazillion books to read. I have a daughter to teach. I have dinners to cook and a house to clean. I even have sewing to do. I just don't feel like doing ANY on it. I feel like sleeping (because it is dark all the time!) I also have writing to do, but I think I need to leave home to do that! You know, alone, quite, not distracted, no books to read. Then I also need a new topic or slant. I know, a tall order. But I have to make time to do this.


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&lt;p&gt;I need to get busy on some costumes. My problem is...lack of money...lack of the right material. I have a ton of material in my garage, but it is all too small, ugly, itchy, etc., etc. Well, I will have to get creative or go buy some material! Then take the time to sew them all together. MG's is going to be a medieval peasant dress, and CK's Well, I don't know yet.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;Okay, Mom, these are for you!
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As you see, the cat plays a large part in the lives of this family. Even to the 'discussions' we have over whether he should be in the house or not! Grrr....This too shall pass! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-566286026572375597?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/566286026572375597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=566286026572375597&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/566286026572375597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/566286026572375597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmmm-where-did-time-go.html' title='Hmmm.... Where Did Time Go?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SOypj-7ed2I/AAAAAAAAAWo/QMJe99z15PQ/s72-c/100_0719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-113772851477078818</id><published>2008-10-01T07:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T08:11:52.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession- the Movie</title><content type='html'>Has anyone else received the Obsession movie in the mail or in your newspaper? It's about the extremists in Islam. I wasn't going to watch it, but I decided to watch it anyway. Ok, I already knew that the jihad wanted to eradicate all other peoples and religions in the name of Allah, but, oh, my goodness! The campaign to wipe out Christians and Jews is appalling. Anyway, if we Christians were as zealous for God and winning souls as Islam is for killing everyone, Islam wouldn't have a chance. We have gone to sleep and let the enemy, Satan, have a free rein in the world. It makes me sick. If you haven't received it and would like to look at it, you can find the movie at &lt;a href="http://www.obsessionthemovie.com/"&gt;www.obsessionthemovie.com&lt;/a&gt; It is put out by the Clarion Fund which is an independent, non-profit, non-partisian organization devoted to educating the public about national security issues.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok, enough of that for now. I went to a new Beth Moore bible study last night. This one is called Breaking Free. Oh, this is going to be a very good class. It is going to be very difficult at times, but I think it is going to be worth it. After all, who doesn't want to be free? Tonight is the bible study with Andy Stanley called Breakaway. Think there's a theme going here?! It is going to be a very productive Fall!

&lt;/p&gt;It has been rainy and gray here for the last few days.  I don't like getting stuck in the house.  Although, with homeschooling, I'm stuck in here anyway!  Maybe it is better this way.  At least the child is in the house where I can find her and we are getting work done a little better!

&lt;/p&gt;Today, I plan on baking bread.  Lots of it.  I'll freeze it I think.  We keep running out and I don't have time to make it, so, now that I am, I am going to go full force and get it out of the way.  Wish me luck, and energy, and well, you know....

&lt;/p&gt;Dr. O is still trying to adjust to sleeping all day and working all night.  Poor guy, I hope he gets used to it soon.  I told him that he is banished to his room until 2 pm.  Grounded, I don't want to see him til then!  Now, if we just had a port-a-potty in our bedroom, he'd be able to do that!  Poor guy!

&lt;/p&gt;Well, I must go put on my teacher hat, then my baker's hat, then my Mommy hat, and probably wear then all, all day long!  So long, my fellow Americans, I shall return soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-113772851477078818?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/113772851477078818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=113772851477078818&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/113772851477078818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/113772851477078818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/10/obsession-movie.html' title='Obsession- the Movie'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6994200438307833699</id><published>2008-09-30T10:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T11:11:13.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Economically speaking - or NOT</title><content type='html'>Well, I normally don't write or post or talk about the ecomony if I can help it.  However, I have just one thing to say.  Or, rather several things to say, then I'll shut up and go on living my life in a normal way.  Normal for us that is.  

&lt;/p&gt;#1-  Everyone is worried about what's going on with the economy, Wall Street, investments and all things money.  I'm sorry.  There's not a thing I can do about it.  It is unfortunate that things are taking such a turn.  A lot of innocent people are being hurt by it.  A lot of not so innocent people are being hurt by it.  A lot of downright guilty are being hurt by it.  And, everyone is paying for it, one way or another.  The jobs are dissapearing, the pay scale is going DOWN.  The gas is going up and down and making people crazy.  It's too bad.  

&lt;/p&gt;#2-  Our nation has turned to idolity and turned away from God.  We value homes, cars, and comfort above God.  We have built our tower.  Guess what, God is NOT GOING TO BE IGNORED.  He has allowed us to go our own way, because we refused to submit to his supremacy.  Do you remember what He did at the Tower of Babel?  Do you remember what He did to the Isrealites?  Yep, He scattered them, sold them into slavery.  He allowed them to build their idols, and to be carried away by their desires.  The whole time He was warning them to turn from their ways and turn back to Him.  Then, because they refused, they shut their ears to Him, He punished them.  Do you think that America is any better?  Do you think the world markets are any better?  Do you think that God is pleased with us?  Not hardly!

&lt;/p&gt;#3-  The end times are coming closer and closer.  Europe has already consolidated it's money into one system.  We already have the European Union.  We already have a World Language.  Now, the markets are failing.  Now, for the first time, we are on the brink of World Domination.  The way things are going.  I would not be in the least surprised that we are already at the end.  Look at the natural disasters in the last few years.  One after another.  Earthquakes, hurricanes, tsunamis, drought, famine, the list just goes on and on.  

&lt;/p&gt;#4-  to that end, what are we to do?  GET ON YOUR KNEES, and beg the mercy of God.  Get your heart right with God.  Be the voice in the wilderness.  Do you realize, that if you take God at His Word, He will never let His children be hungry, He will keep you in clothes and shelter?  When it boils down to the nitty gritty, what else really matters?  That Hiearchy of Needs is really very interesting.  When you have nothing, your basic needs come first.  Food, Shelter, Clothing.  Then as you accumulate more stuff, your needs change into wants.  BUT, when all the wants disapear and we are worried for food, shelter, and clothing we are immensely greatful for provision of our basic needs.  Guess what, there's a lot of people who never got out of the survival mode.  Guess what else, there's a lot of people who have never experienced the survival mode.  And Guess what else, the world is going back to basic survival.  Big surprise!  People, GET IT RIGHT.  What's more important?  Food and shelter?  or is it retirement, 401K, Wall Street?  Hmmmm..... I guess I know what MY first priority is.  God will provide everything else I need, even into retirement if neccessary.

Okay, you've heard my views.  Yes, they are a little harsh.  I DO feel really sorry about all the innocent people that got sucked into this mess.  Notice I said INNOCENT.  Speculation is NOT what I call innocent.  GOVT. decisions are not innocent.  Greedy companies are not innocent.  It's the consumers that were preyed upon that are innocent.  The one's losing jobs and homes due to corporate decisions out of their control.  They are innocent.

Now, I never want to speak of this again on this blog.  It is too depressing.  It is too big for me to solve.  I am trusting God to see my family through this time and trusting that He knows what is best, even if I don't understand it all.

Gave a great and glorious day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6994200438307833699?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6994200438307833699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6994200438307833699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6994200438307833699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6994200438307833699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/economically-speaking-or-not.html' title='Economically speaking - or NOT'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5596881576401061916</id><published>2008-09-25T08:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T08:49:18.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Cat</title><content type='html'>While cuddling our cat Ginger one morning last week, I realized that his was covered, splattered with blood.  Ewww!  Well, I got concerned.  Maybe, he got in a fight and got injured or something.  So, I'm looking him over, Nope, no cuts or injuries.  But, he's got the biggest tummy I ever saw on him.  Hmmm....I wonder what he caught?  Whatever it was must have been pretty big and juicy!  So, nice mommy that I am, I tried to clean him off with a washcloth, you know, because cats hate water!  Nope, that didn't work, he just looked at me like I was crazy or something.  "What are you doing, lady?"  So, I had a brilliant idea!  I have a mudroom sink!  I could give him a bath!  Well, not really a whole bath, just a partial one.  So, in the sink he went.  On came the water (slow stream).  Then, I splashed him and rubbed him to get him all wet (funny looking kitty!)  He struggled a little bit, as I expected that he would, but he stayed put and submitted to the splashing.  When I let him loose, he just trotted off a few steps and settled down to his own brand of bathing.  An hour later, no more bloody kitty, lots of clean white fur, and he smelled a whole lot better too!  He must be getting ready for the cold winter ahead.  He's been hunting more and catching larger stuff.  I'm glad he is still able to find food.  I'm just glad I don't have to watch him eat it.  What little I've seen is just really gross and disgusting.  I'd rather not know!  When we give him a treat of dry cat food, he attacks it in the same vicious way.  It's almost funny when it's cat food, but his other stuff he catches....well, I'd rather not know!

&lt;/p&gt;On another note, did you know that cats can talk?  I mean really communicate?  Ginger has a whole list of communication with his family.  Let's see, there's the "Why am I on the outside looking in?" MEOoowww.  Then there's the "I'm here!" Mew.  And the "Pay attention to me" Aaa.  What else?  Oh, yes, the "Why did you close the door in my face?" MMMRRRRROOOOOOWWWWWW.  And the "I'm looking for a mouse" GRrrow.  And of course the "I'm bored, but I'll still listen to you, even though I'd rather sleep" silent meow.  

&lt;/p&gt; Oh, yes, this cat keeps us entertained!  He causes fights between children and between parents and children, but he cuddles with the broken hearted, rubs against the one who needs attention, and in general, brings satisfaction and joy to my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5596881576401061916?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5596881576401061916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5596881576401061916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5596881576401061916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5596881576401061916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/bloody-cat.html' title='Bloody Cat'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4851548676329135807</id><published>2008-09-24T23:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:43:37.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Wonders Never Cease?</title><content type='html'>I had a huge surprise today!  My sil from Newfoundland called today.  First of all, my sil NEVER calls us (the time zone factor you know), and second of all, she had shocking news for me.  What was it?  Well, hold your horses, I'm getting to that!  What?  Oh, well, just that I was published again.  Huh?! Well....REALLY?!!!!!! Yup, that's right, I got another story published.  I was so surprised!  I sent the story in like, I don't know, MONTHS ago, then forgot that I sent it!  Then today, I find out that it's been published!  So, it's my "Do Nothing Day" story about the kids who didn't want to do ANYTHING.  They just wanted to do NOTHING.  So, that's what they did for 6 hours.  Anyway, it's in the &lt;strong&gt;Good Tidings&lt;/strong&gt; and "Official Publication of the Pentecostal Assemblies of Newfoundland and Labrador".  So, I guess that makes me an international writer?  I'm only being published in CANADA!  How funny!

&lt;/p&gt;So, what else is new?  Let's see.  I now have a new perfume.  I smell of tomatoes permanently, I think.  While we all like to eat tomatoes and we like to drink tomato juice and put tomatoes on our pizzas, the smell has become overpowering!  I just spent two days peeling, coring, smashing, boiling, and canning tomatoes.  And for ALL THAT WORK, I got &lt;strong&gt;9&lt;/strong&gt; quarts of sauce.  I have been told that the way to a man's heart is through his stomache, but what about the SMELL of food?  I'm sure it didn't work for me!  In fact, I'm sure that if I were to choose something to smell like that would attract my husband, it would NOT be tomatoes, but rather woodsmoke!  Yup, If I hung all my clean laundry over the firepit while cooking hotdogs, I'd probably have to run away!  I get the most compliments when I STINK like burnt hotdogs!  Eww.

&lt;/p&gt;Does anyone else do dumb things like clean house in the middle of the night?  It has been crazy around here with Dr. O working 3rd shift and sleeping all day.  So, when are you supposed to vaccum?  How about change the sheets?  Clean your bedroom closet?  ARGGG!  So, he finally went to work at 9 pm, the kids went to bed, and I sat down to relax for a while before going to bed.  Then, I went upstairs to go to bed and opened the door, and stared about me in despair.  I was knee deep in clean laundry EVERYWHERE, the contents of the closet spilling out of the door, hangers hanging askew, the blankets and sheets trailing on the floor.  So, like any crazy woman would do at midnight, I started cleaning.  I put all the laundry away, changed the sheets and made the bed, repacked my closet, rehung all the clothes, sorted out summer/winter clothes, and crawled into bed at 2:30 AM.  If that wasn't bad enough, the alarm rang at 6:30 to get up and get the kids ready for school.  Then in walks, I mean drags in the hubby.  He makes the coffee, talked to the kids, tried to tell me about his night at work, then headed off to bed.  Me?  I just sat there sucking down the coffee, staring glassy eyed at the wall, nursing the headache of all headaches, and wondered if I would make it through the day.  As you can see, I did.  But tonight, I'm going to bed.  I'll close my eyes to the mess in the bathroom. I'll walk past the living room strewn with blankets and pillows, and books and pencils.  I'll not glance at all the garden magazines that came in the mail today.  I'll pretend that I've graded all the assignments and that all the work got done.  I'll deal with all that stuff tomorrow, AFTER I SLEEP.  Although, I still haven't figured out when to vaccum, or how to do it quietly.  Hmmmm....I'll think about that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4851548676329135807?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4851548676329135807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4851548676329135807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4851548676329135807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4851548676329135807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/will-wonders-never-cease.html' title='Will Wonders Never Cease?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7207109294208094088</id><published>2008-09-20T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:40:41.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're All Mixed Up</title><content type='html'>Dr. O is working again!  Yup, he's been "hired" by Manpower to work for a company that makes side mirrors for vehicles.  After 90 days, he will be hired into the company.  So, why are we all mixed up?  Well, for one, it's been a difficult summer with Dr. O working, then not, then working, then not, and now working again.  The other reason is that this time he's on 3rd shift.  Ouch.  Hopefully there will be a shift premium.  That would be a help.  

&lt;/p&gt;And the piano!  I am wearing out my fingers and the ears of my family!  I really think that I'm improving.  At least, the songs that I practiced as a kid sound better now, than they did then!  I'll still working up to some hymns.  I figure, if I learn the right hand first, then the left hand, that maybe sometime I can play them with both hands!  HeeHee!

&lt;/p&gt;We made it through another week of school, appointments, and exciting happenings.  WooHoo!  Let's see, our piano arrived, we had an orthodondic appt. for Mystery Girl.  Calico Kid went on an all day field trip to a YMCA camp to do challenge courses on high wires and other stuff like that! Then Calico Kid was informed that he no longer needs to wear his eye patch and that he needs to have his glasses prescription changed twice a year.  Ugh!  Mystery Girl had a hard week with all the excitement, but she made it through.  

&lt;/p&gt;We started Bible Study this week.  I think it is going ot be a good study this time around.  They always are, but for some reason, I'm always surprised!  So, that one is on Wed. night, then a friend and I are going to start a home Bible Study using Beth Moore materials.  The one on Wed. is called Breakaway with Andy Stanley.  The one we are doing in home is called Breaking Free with Beth Moore.  We are going to do that one every other week.  I'm quite excited about this study.  I guess it is at just the right time in my life.  It is "time to break the chains of the past" or something like that.  Breakaway is about the how our beliefs impact our decisions which impact our outcomes.  Breaking Free is about removing obstacles and identifying spiritual strongholds in our lives to having a closer walk with Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7207109294208094088?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7207109294208094088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7207109294208094088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7207109294208094088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7207109294208094088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/were-all-mixed-up.html' title='We&apos;re All Mixed Up'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-1915545029582504207</id><published>2008-09-17T06:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:10:36.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Here! It's Here!</title><content type='html'>What's here?  Well, my piano of course!  I am SO EXCITED!  My in-laws decided to let me have their piano.  It was just sitting in their house taking up room and looking pretty.  Then, I came to visit them and desired their piano.  I played for hours and hours and hours.  I talked to no one, just played the piano.  Not that I play well, but I CAN play SOME.  Anyway, it was going to be given to Dr. O in the event of their death anyway.  But, why wait all that time before getting some enjoyment out of it?!  All the people who know how to play are gone and rarely come home, so, I am going to enjoy it immensely.  Who knows, maybe someday a kid will want to take lessons?  Anyway, I'm going to practice and practice till I master the things I want to learn!  Namely, hymns, Christmas songs, Easter songs, and some fun stuff for the kids!  The piano even came with some lesson books.  The same ones that I used to use when I was a kid.  Oh, and the best part of course is that it traveled across country for 3 hours, and it is still in tune.  I'm not sure about some of the highest or lowest keys, but the ones that we use for actual playing are in perfect tune.  How did that happen you ask?  Well, We prayed for the piano before it left that it would have a safe journey and that it would stay in tune, so I could play it!  And God answered that prayer!  Woo Hoo!  Another faith-building event!

&lt;/p&gt;In other news, the Republican candidates will be here in Grand Rapids today, and I'm going to miss it.  I'm quite excited about Palin as running mate for McCain.  I can totally relate to Palin.  She's my kind of woman!

&lt;/p&gt;Today, Calico Kid is going on a field trip to a YMCA camp to learn to conquer a challenge course.  They will be doing high wires for sure and I don't know what else.  The high wires is enough challenge for me!  CK is so excited about the trip that he got up at 530 this morning so he could leave the house at 645.  Well, I hope he has a great day.  I won't be able to pick him up until 730 tonight.  A very long day!

&lt;/p&gt;Well, I'm off to play the piano!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-1915545029582504207?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/1915545029582504207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=1915545029582504207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1915545029582504207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1915545029582504207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-here-its-here.html' title='It&apos;s Here! It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2996819670525084621</id><published>2008-09-13T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:58:40.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Texas did order evacuation.  Somewhere, I heard that they were not recommending evacutation.  Which is really dumb.  I have no clue where I heard that!  Anyway, what's up with people who refuse to evacuate?  Duh, there is lives at stake!  Anyway,  sorry about the misinformation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2996819670525084621?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2996819670525084621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2996819670525084621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2996819670525084621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2996819670525084621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4516616548267035264</id><published>2008-09-13T08:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T08:31:53.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on Track</title><content type='html'>Well, we made it through the week.  Calico Kid got better and went back to school, Mystery Girl made it through her school in good form, Dr. O worked all week, and I didn't get too impatient with the way the week went.  I went a picked up homework for CK so he wouldn't get behind.  So, I worked with MG during the day, and CK during the evening.  Now, today is dedicated to getting MY things done.  I am going to surf the internet, and maybe get on Facebook to catch up, adn finish my sewing project.  I'm making a scarf to put on top of the piano when it gets here.  It can't come until we have better weather tho.  It is being transported in an open trailer.  Anyway, I'm anxious for it to get here.

&lt;/p&gt;So, I'm not sure why Texas didn't evacuate, but I think it's a little dumb.  I'm sure those who lost loved ones are wondering the same thing.  I'm not sure I would want to trust govt. to make that decision for me.  

&lt;/p&gt;And the trains in CA. What a day!  There is a lot of sorrow in this world.  I'm so glad that we are here and safe.  We have our hard times, but we are still among the living and we have a home to live in.  We are truly blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4516616548267035264?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4516616548267035264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4516616548267035264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4516616548267035264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4516616548267035264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-on-track.html' title='Back on Track'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8134780207788833869</id><published>2008-09-09T07:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T08:23:54.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It has begun again</title><content type='html'>My poor son is beginning the year with fever and sore throat. I feel so bad for him. It is only the 6th day of school, and already he is out sick. So, now, to try to get him in to see a Dr. I guess, that's alright as I need to get him to give CK a new prescription for Tylenol for school for the migraines anyway. But still, poor kid. And he really likes school too. He feels like he's missing out on some things. So, today, we will read and at least get that much school for him.

&lt;/p&gt;MG's school is going alright so far. Yesterday, she got things done in a timely manner and then got so excited about it that it nearly made me cry. It is so good to see her get excited about doing what she needs to do! She was near tears, as if she herself could not believe it. She had the whole evening free to do whatever she wanted to do. Oh, and she did ALL the dishes by herself since her brother is sick and did it without complaining! I could hardly believe that! Of course, her dad dried them for her after she had them all washed and stacked in the drainer. WooHoo! 

&lt;/p&gt;I am determined to have a great year with the kids this year and have planned all kinds of fun for the holidays. I am planning an hors d'oeuvre party for some close friends, making gift bags and gifts, and planning all the meals and snacks.  I am really very excited about this year.  The last few years have been really very hard for me.  I could not, for anything, get into the mood of Christmas.  I think it might have been all the changes in one year as well as just settling into the community.  We have a great church with helps a lot.  And now, we have friends and that helps a lot too.  My piano should be arriving in the next few weeks, and that excites me.  No, I don't play well, but I love to try to play and I will be receiving a bunch of song books and things, so that will be fun to play around on.  And who know, I might even get better at it and play for the family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8134780207788833869?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8134780207788833869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8134780207788833869&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8134780207788833869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8134780207788833869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-has-begun-again.html' title='It has begun again'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3187346696662715539</id><published>2008-09-05T09:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T09:42:33.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, Blue Mashed Taters Huh?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to take you on a journey.  A journey of the blue potato from garden to table.

&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz-Y4k80I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uLTCQyuJ4tM/s1600-h/100_1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242528588160627522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz-Y4k80I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uLTCQyuJ4tM/s320/100_1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here, you see the blue potato after it has been washed, just prior to prepping it for dinner.


&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz-5DSVBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/LRihGGT4gZI/s1600-h/100_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242528596795479058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz-5DSVBI/AAAAAAAAAWI/LRihGGT4gZI/s320/100_1064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here, it the blue potato peeled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz_OvnM4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nMlRfFm1lGg/s1600-h/100_1068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242528602618540930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz_OvnM4I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/nMlRfFm1lGg/s320/100_1068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here it is quartered.  Isn't that pretty?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz_vzWJRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QrHBug1gfYg/s1600-h/100_1071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242528611492570386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz_vzWJRI/AAAAAAAAAWY/QrHBug1gfYg/s320/100_1071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what it looks like diced in the pot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz_6twPeI/AAAAAAAAAWg/zYcLDW4Ydbw/s1600-h/100_1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242528614421904866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz_6twPeI/AAAAAAAAAWg/zYcLDW4Ydbw/s320/100_1076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here folks, is the final result.  A barely tinted blue mashed potato.  Was it really worth all that effort?  Hmmm....Well, it was fun to try, it was cool to see the insides of the blue tater, it tasted the same as any other.  I guess it was worth it for a short while anyway!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;Well, I have some great news!  Yup, Dr. O got a job.  An honest to goodness job.  He started this morning.  God heard and answered our prayers.  Whoo Hoo!  Things are beginning to look up for us again!  Anyway, God is supplying all our needs according to His riches in Glory.  Are we out of the woods yet?  No, but, we are going to get there.

&lt;/p&gt;Well, so long for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3187346696662715539?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3187346696662715539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3187346696662715539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3187346696662715539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3187346696662715539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-blue-mashed-taters-huh.html' title='So, Blue Mashed Taters Huh?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SMEz-Y4k80I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uLTCQyuJ4tM/s72-c/100_1061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4260162356024620807</id><published>2008-09-04T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T11:36:57.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Long Last</title><content type='html'>At long last, the day has arrived.  We are back to school again.  The summer is over and fall has begun.  Ok, so it really hasn't yet, but humor me.  School / Fall they're the same!

&lt;/p&gt;Calico Kid went back to public school and is now a big 5th grader.  Whew, where did the time go?  He's in his last year of elementary school.  He seems to be excited about the new year, but as he's only been to school for 2 days, there's not much to do yet.

&lt;/p&gt;Mystery Girl is also back to school at home as a whoppin' 7th grader.  Jr. High!  Sniff...She is starting out well so far and I thing her motivation to succeed is going to be much higher than last year. 

&lt;/p&gt;So, there's no takers on the potato photos?  Hmmm...well, that's too bad!

&lt;/p&gt;On the job front....nothing yet.  We are still looking and applying.  It is a slow process, but Dr. O is daily out there busting his buns to find something.  

&lt;/p&gt;Do you KNOW how dangerous prayer is?  You know, like if you pray for patience, God gives you lessons in being patient?  Well, guess what Dr. O and I prayed for when we got married?!  That God would make us a household of faith...that when the strong winds blow we won't fall down...Guess what God is doing?  That's right!  He's building a household of faith.  And do you know what?  We are living by faith, day by day.  We have been praying for wisdom and discernment.  We are performing for an audience of ONE.  THE ONE.  Some verses that we have be reading and hiding in our hearts are Heb. 11:1 - Now, faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.  Heb. 11:6 But without faith it is impossible to please Him; for he that cometh to God must believe that He is, and that he is a rewarder of them that diligently seek Him.  In James, it talks about the testing of our faith. James 1:2-3 - My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into various trials, knowing this, that the testing of your faith worketh patience.  Verse 12 - Blessed is the man that endureth testings, for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him.  Then in 1 Peter 1:6-7 - In this greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold trials, the the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried by fire, might be found unto praise and honor and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ.  I realize that it is not popular nor always worldly wise to speak of and live by faith.  In my own life, it has been a bitter struggle, and I believe that in God's all knowing way, He wants to perfect that in me, that I would trust Him completely to do what He said he would do, to guide and protect, to provide and sustain. 

&lt;/p&gt;I've been asked over and over again, why I don't go get a job.  Well, in part, I DO have a job.  It is that of caring for my children and homeschooling my daughter.  On the other hand, caring for my children requires finances.  So, the dilemma.  Dr. O and I have been in earnest prayer for him to get a job and that we would know when the right time to go back to work for me would be.  Neither of us feel released in our spirits that I go back yet.  Living on faith is not comfortable, nor is it fun.  However, we are learning to trust the voice of God in our lives and to live pleasing to Him.  That is our ultimate goal.  We have His promise that He will never leave us nor forsake us, nor leave His seed begging for bread.  We have never in our lifetimes been without a roof over our heads, without a bite to eat, nor even without a car to drive.  He has provided, even during the impossible.  Oh, and by the way, though the day may be rocky and filled with fear or frustration, through it all, there is a spirit of peace in our home that I cannot explain, except to say that God is here.  

&lt;/p&gt;Okay, enough of the preacher girl!  Have you ever thought of those old hymns that we used to sing as something that can get us through the hard times with a soft heart and a praise on our lips?  It's amazing!  The hymns keep rolling in and through my mind all day long!

&lt;/p&gt;Blessed Assurance, Jesus is mine, oh what a foretaste of glory divine.  Heir of salvation, all is at rest.  When peace like a river attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll, whatever my lot Thou has taught me to say, IT IS WELL, IT IS WELL WITH MY SOUL.  At moments like these, I sing out a song, sing out a love song to Jesus, singing, I love you Lord, singing , I LOVE YOU, LORD, I love you Lord.

Good Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4260162356024620807?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4260162356024620807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4260162356024620807&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4260162356024620807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4260162356024620807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-long-last.html' title='At Long Last'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3929155602753844838</id><published>2008-08-28T07:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:56:57.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potato Art Contest</title><content type='html'>Well, I told you that we picked or rather we dug potatoes the other day. Now, I have some funky potato art for you. Can you tell me what these potatoes look like? The kids and I have an opinion, but it's up to you to name that potato! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239545269314041858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SLaaqYIKuAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/t6iwgb9U-v0/s320/100_1051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239545273857603106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SLaaqpDb9iI/AAAAAAAAAV4/zCyerXsT97E/s320/100_1058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239545272208465794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SLaaqi6QH4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/AWkvRltkNxQ/s320/100_1054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay, here's the corn count. Are you ready? Are you sure you're ready? Well, here it is. Drumroll please.....10 pints canned and 65 bags frozen! OMG! No wonder my body feels as if it has been run over! Oh, and 15 quarts of beans! All in two days time. Total count of beans so far is 54 quarts. I guess once a week for beans! By the time I'm done with the garden, it will be more than once a week! Guess we'll be having lots of hot dishes, soups, and healthy dinners. Even if we run out of all other foods, we won't be starving to death!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last night was YUK night for Mystery Girl at church. It's a night where all the teens get together and do yucky things and get gooey and gross. She had a great time and entered in and did her part! Afterwards, they get sprayed down by the fire dept. in a giant slip-n-slide on the church lawn.

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, while Mystery Girl did her thing, Calico Kid and I did a haircut and made a toy mouse for Ginger. We sewed it then stuffed it with corn silk. That was the kid's idea, not mine! So, we finally got it made, but we can't get the cat to play with it! Oh, well. I guess it's a learning experience for Calico Kid and he still had fun with it! You can't get a cat who catches REAL mice to chase a fake one for very long!

&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have been praying about things that I could do at home to make some money. I haven't come up with anything immeadiate, but I did think of things for next summer that I can work on all winter. My mil gave me a whole bunch of patterns that are interesting as well as a whole, huge tote full of fabrics. This could be fun!  There are patterns for Barbie furniture, stuffed Calico Cats, and a few others that might be fun.  I could also make aprons and bibs and purses.  So, if I get a whole bunch of stuff made up, I could possibly sell them along with some extra veggies I need to get rid of at a Farmer's Market in town.  I could also start some lap quilts and cross-stitch art and have those to sell as well.  Each one I do is better than the last!

&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239545263341863010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SLaaqB4SgGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/0LHtdTSpiyA/s320/100_1044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here's Mystery Girl and Grandma.  They are almost the same size now!  Just about 4 inches difference in height.  Grandma was very surprised to see how tall she had gotten!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239545261742855650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SLaap77DleI/AAAAAAAAAVY/5QV6NmFZV_c/s320/000_0408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here, folks, is my pirate daughter.  She's been away at sea for a long time now and recently decided to drop in for a visit.  It looks as if she needs some new duds that fit her a little better and to wash her face occassionally, but under it all, she's a pretty decent pirate!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;/p&gt;Today, is going to be a semi-lazy day, at least in comparison with the last few days.  I'm going to clean house and read and do not much of anything.  I am worn out with canning, gardening, freezing food (I think, FOOD in general).  I haven't been hungry in weeks, my body hurts and aches, and I'm caught up in the garden temporarily.  Besides, the kids need to spend some time with me before school starts on Tues.  

&lt;/p&gt;Have a great day folks.  I'm off to see the Wizard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3929155602753844838?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3929155602753844838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3929155602753844838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3929155602753844838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3929155602753844838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/08/potato-art-contest.html' title='Potato Art Contest'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SLaaqYIKuAI/AAAAAAAAAVo/t6iwgb9U-v0/s72-c/100_1051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5561499725716872587</id><published>2008-08-25T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T20:45:58.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers to Prayer</title><content type='html'>Okay, just so you know, the prayer requests that were assigned to the kids were answered on Thurs. night.  We got a freezer and lawn mower on the same night, from the same person, for FREE.  The freezer is twice as large as our other one.  So cool! The mower is smaller than the old one, but is lighter.  So, we may let the kids learn to mow next summer.  At least a portion of the yard.  So, as I predicted, God listens to kids, so the prayers were answered!  (That's why I had THEM pray about it.)

&lt;/p&gt;We dug potatoes tonight and man, these are LARGE potatoes.  We even got some BIG blue ones.  So. now I can do up some special dishes and take pictures of them so you can see them.  We'll see how soon that might be!

&lt;/p&gt;Our neighbor and friend drapped off a truck load of corn tonight.  By truckload, I MEAN truckload!  Four big crates full.  They dumped them all on the lawn for us to take care of tomorrow.  LOL I don't think I've ever seen so much corn!  Where am I going to put it all?  How am I going to process it?  I'll probably both can and freeze the lot of it!  Guess what the kids get to do as soon as they get out of bed in the morning!  That's right!  They get to shuck it!  Woo Hoo!  Well, I hope they like corn for real, cause they are going to be eating it quite a bit this year!  Along with the green beans!  The same neighbor has invited us to pick her beans again tomorrow!  And I just did 8 and one half quarts yesterday!  After tomorrows work, I'll count them all for you so you can see how crazy I am!  And I only have 2 kids and a hubby to feed!  Well, I guess I won't need to grocery shop for those items for a very long time!  Are we saving money?  Well, concidering how much food we now have and how much of it was completely free, I would say yes, we are saving a ton of money.  Now, if we could get a bunch of meat for free....!  I mean more than we already have gotten!  

&lt;/p&gt;On top of all the garden stuff to do, I am sewing (or teaching how to sew) Christmas gifts.  Now, the kids want to sew their own seams, and I am just a little nervous about that.  I am really surprised that Calico Kid wants to learn to use the sewing machine.  Mystery Girl does too, but that's more natural.  That boy amazes me sometimes.  He wants to try everything that I do or make.  He has sewed his own dish towels (the embroidery parts) and now wants to learn to sew on a machine!  What a kid!  I wonder what he will want to do next!  I guess at least he will have MANY skills to be proud of when he grows up.  His wife will be really appreciative I hope!  It could make for an interesting resume under hobbies!  So, what are you skilled in?  Machinery?  Automotive?  Welding?  Oh, no Sir, I am really good at sewing, embroidery, cooking, and laundry!  My mom made sure that I would be able to take care of myself when I got on my own.  LOL  Maybe Dr. O needs to get busy and catch up on the manly side of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5561499725716872587?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5561499725716872587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5561499725716872587&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5561499725716872587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5561499725716872587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/08/answers-to-prayer.html' title='Answers to Prayer'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6718945278488867516</id><published>2008-08-19T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:24:39.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream Social</title><content type='html'>We tried something new today!  We went to an ice cream social where we didn't know anyone.  It was advertised by the side of the road, so we stopped and had some ice cream.  

&lt;/p&gt;Today, I accomplished NOTHING.  Hubby did the cooking.  We watched movies and sat around all day.  It felt kinda nice to take a rest day.  

&lt;/p&gt;The job lookout...well, okay I guess.  Dr. O went and applied at a couple more places.  He also looked into getting new glasses.  So, in a couple of weeks, he has an appointment for and eye exam and to choose new glasses.  It's an answer to prayer.  He needs them so VERY badly.  Someone from our church called and offered to pay for them.  So, we will finally have new glasses.

&lt;/p&gt;I'm not sure why I'm writing again today.  I think maybe just to get stuff on paper (computer) and to unload.  The hard times are really very hard and it is difficult to stay in a good mood and to be positive all the time.  On the other hand, it is good for us to go thru the hard times, since that's when God seems to work on us to better us.  I just wish it wasn't so sucky!  The blessings keep coming and we can see how God is working, but it just doesn't make it easier to deal with mentally or emotionally.  Oh, well.  I'm just waiting on the piano!  That's my goal for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6718945278488867516?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6718945278488867516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6718945278488867516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6718945278488867516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6718945278488867516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/08/ice-cream-social.html' title='Ice Cream Social'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7319603032965301209</id><published>2008-08-19T08:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:28:03.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Caught Up  (For Now)</title><content type='html'>Well, for now, until more veggies are picked and or show up, I'm all caught up.  Now, to catch up on the housework.  It's actually not too bad.  It must be because instead of making messes, the kids have been watching videos and the Olympics.  Not that the TV is staying permanently, but it has helped the kids to be occupied while I slave away in the kitchen.  

&lt;/p&gt;Let's see, I have a ton of green beans now, chicken soup, beef stew, veggie soup, Boston baked beans, bean soup, huckleberries, corn, salsa (2 kinds) Master Mix (meat sauce), tomatillas, and tomato sauce.  Soon to come is tomato juice, more corn, and salsa.

&lt;/p&gt;We are picking potatoes, onions, carrots, and peppers for everyday use.  And picking squash for giving away.  

&lt;/p&gt;Okay, enough on the food category.  I make so much of it that I have a hard time eating it!  I live in the kitchen and the sight of food is disgusting to me at this time!

&lt;/p&gt;School begins soon and I think we are ready.  It is time to get life back to normal.  The kids have been practicing all summer so they should be right on schedule.

&lt;/p&gt;Today, I think I'm going to do some cross-stitch and finish my dresser scarf that is going to be goin on top of my piano.  Oh, yes, the piano that my in-laws are going to bring down on of these weekends.  I should have it within three weeks or so.  I'm quite excited.  I can plunk away to my hearts content.  I don't play well, but with a piano in the house, I can at least get somewhat better.  The opportunity is there, so possibly, I can improve and develop a new skill.  How exciting!  Plus, it will help while away the hours during the winter and give me something to look foreward to during the holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7319603032965301209?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7319603032965301209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7319603032965301209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7319603032965301209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7319603032965301209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-caught-up-for-now.html' title='I&apos;m Caught Up  (For Now)'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7745377768702056389</id><published>2008-08-16T11:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T12:06:56.434-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on Break</title><content type='html'>Well, today, I am canning.  AGAIN.  This time it is pickles.  21 quarts.  Half as many as last year.  Then I am going to be going corn, tomato paste and tomatoe juice, and hopefully, I'll get to the garden huckleberries.  I've got to make a pie filling then can it.  I'm also going to try to get some master mix made today, so I can have that for all kinds of sauces.  Right now, I'm on break (lunch break) then back to work.  I might get finished by midnight if I keep at it!

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday, I painted the living room, moved all the furniture in there about 3-4 times, and ate dinner, then went to bed.  I was wiped out!  But now, I have room for the piano that the in-laws are giving me and the room feels clean and sterile again!

&lt;/p&gt;By the way, if you have a lawn mower or big freezer to give away, we are in need of one!  The kids were each assigned to pray for one of them.  So, since God listens to kids, I am expecting results rather soon.  

&lt;/p&gt;Thank you Mom and Dad for the pressure canner.  I am using it today for the first time.  I will be sure to place it under the tree at Christmas and fill it with some goodies for the family to share!  Happy, Happy!

&lt;/p&gt;Any job ideas anyone?  We are in the market for a new one.  Dr. O I mean.  He's been laid off again.  So, back to square one.  Living by faith is starting to take on a new meaning for us.  Grrr...or should I say PTL?  Whatever!

&lt;/p&gt;School starts in 2 weeks and 2 days.  Yea!  I think!  Anyway, I think we are more ready for it than last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7745377768702056389?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7745377768702056389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7745377768702056389&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7745377768702056389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7745377768702056389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-on-break.html' title='I&apos;m on Break'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2039699631822556043</id><published>2008-08-14T07:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:10:04.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The excitement just keeps building!</title><content type='html'>It seems that instead of things getting more quiet and organized, they are getting more out of control.  Partly to blame, I suppose, is all the canning I've been doing.  I spend hour after hour in the kitchen chopping and slicing and cooking and filling jar after jar with all kinds of goodies.

&lt;/p&gt;This year I am canning salsas, soups, and more beans.  Our garden is producing well and I have a ton of veggies to process.  On top of that, our neighbor is giving us the rest of their beans, a bunch of corn, and we are getting pickling cucumbers from our landlord and most likely apples.  I am soooo blessed to have this abundance of food (even tho I live in the kitchen right now!)

&lt;/p&gt;My sis-in-law was here for a week and has just left a couple of days ago.  We had such a good time talking and working together!  The funny thing is that I have only seen her once before, but we talk almost every day on the phone!  She is just so accepting of me and the kids into the family and is just thrilled about her brother getting married....FINALLY!  Her daughter is a sweetie and paid attention to Mystery Girl.   She really gave MG someone to talk to and to look up to.  She even did some things that she had never done before!  She got to pick and snap beans and hang out in the country far from any mall or shopping!  My only regret was that there was so much work to do that I had little time to sit down and talk or to do fun things.  We did go to my in-laws for overnight.  We surprised them a lot.  They knew that my family was coming, but not Sheila and Naomi.  So, when they just walked in to the house, mom's jaw dropped open for a full 10 seconds.  She couldn't believe her eyes!  It was worth all the keeping a secret and having a million scares that she would find out!  The day before we went to see them, mom called like, 5 times, and I had to keep telling people to be quiet and not talk, or she would find out.  

&lt;/p&gt;Then, next weekend, MY mom is coming for 3 days.  I am quite excited about that.  It seems that I never see enough of Mom.  For some reason, I like her a whole lot more than I did as a kid.  She's the nicest Mom E-V-E-R!  Can hardly wait!

&lt;/p&gt;Sometime in the middle somewhere, I also am planning to paint the LR so I can put my in-laws piano in it.  I have the wall cleaned out for it and just trying to get organized to do the painting.  From there, I'd like to do Calico Kid's room, my room, and the Mud Room.  We shall see!

&lt;/p&gt;School officially starts in 2 1/2 weeks.  I'd like to get all these projects done before school starts.  I think we are ready this year, but as usual, my nerves are starting to kick in.   So much depends on this years work.  This will be the year that decides if we continue to HS or send MG back to public.  It all depends on her attitude and her work ethic.  We have a new plan and I'm going to be tough on her.  She is old enough to decide if she will work or not.  I don't need to be yelling at her all the time.  This is really her "prove she is growing up "year.  PRAY FOR US!

&lt;/p&gt;The job situation is still precarious.  We are walking by faith that things will settle down and we will have some answers soon.  When Dr. O took this last job, he knew that it was possible that it was only temporary.  Now, we just need to know what's what.  So, he is continuing to look for a permanent job.  It puts a strain on daily living, because you just don't know what's ahead.  Still, we are blessed that we have made it so far and that we are still relatively, debt free.  God has a way of blessing us at just the right time and place and it all fits together perfectly.  In some ways, I think this is Gog's way of cementing our marriage and making us stronger as a family.  It makes us look to Him more and be conscious of the future but to enjoy the present.  

&lt;/p&gt;Well, gotta take CK to Activity Week at Church, so gotta go.  I'll post again later about that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2039699631822556043?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2039699631822556043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2039699631822556043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2039699631822556043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2039699631822556043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/08/excitement-just-keeps-building.html' title='The excitement just keeps building!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-1283578712707069966</id><published>2008-08-04T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T09:04:51.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning Gardener plants poisonous plants NOT</title><content type='html'>Well, hello everyone!  I'm going to be your tour guide today.  We are going to tour the maze of Rana's life in the country and take some side excursions, just for the fun of it.  You see, Rana is a beginning gardener and she is quite excited about all the new and exciting plants that she wanted to try this year.  Not only did she order and plant some fun stuff, she also was sent for free, some other weird stuff.  It's all good in the end of course, but it has caused some anxiety and frustration as well.  Well, lets go see what she has done.  

&lt;/p&gt;This year, Rana planted some different varieties of potatoes.  Some are red, some are white, and some are blue.  They all taste pretty good.  They all look pretty good.  But, if she wants to pick just a certain potato, she has to dig in several different places to find the right one.  Why?  Well, because things didn't get labled very well.  And of course, they are all planted together, right next to each other.  What was she thinking?!  (That's what happens when you let the hubby in on the plans.....they change!)  Rana also planted 3 varieties of tomato.  Now, she still doesn't know which are which, but at least she can see those!  They start out as flowers, then get little green berries which turn into bigger green tomatoes which eventually turn red and then you pick them.  Pretty easy.  EXCEPT, she didn't stake them, so they are falling over and the tomatoes are lying on the ground.  She also didn't trim the bottom two branches off, so all the branches are hanging low.  Oh, and yes, those peppers.  That's right, she planted peppers.  Some are hot and some are sweet.  The hot ones where pretty easy and obvious.  HOWEVER, the sweet peppers had her baffled.  Yes, the plants look the same, yes, they have peppers on them and they are even turning different colors.  (She planted the 'Carnival Mix')  But, there was one kind of plant that she was just sure was purple peppers, but the plant looked different.  It has a million little purple berries on it.  It was the strangest looking plant.  She went to the internet to investigate.  Yup, the leaves are the same as purple peppers, yup, it must be a purple pepper.  A few days later, not satisfied with this answer, she did another investigation.  She asked people about peppers.  Nope, it's not a pepper.  Well then, what is it?  They hadn't a clue.  Oh, my, what has she planted?  What is this mystery fruit?  Is it huckleberries?  She planted some free huckleberries which died and never came up.  Nope, not huckleberries.  The farmhand informed her it was some poisonous plant.  Something like 'nightshade'.  Oh horrors, she's planted a poisonous plant, the whole family could get sick and die.  Oh, what to do, what to do?  Well, she thought, she'd better wait just a little longer and investigate some more.  She got out the seed catalog, she got out the other seed catalog, she looked at all the stuff she ordered, she looked at all the free seeds they sent her.  Well, there is a garden huckleberry in here.  The fruit looks like what is in the garden.  Hmmmm....Hubby looked them up online.  OMG!  These stupid things are GARDEN HUCKLEBERRIES.  They didn't die!  They came up!  She transplanted them into the garden!  How mortifiying.  Oh, and by the way, Huckleberries, tomatoes, and peppers are all a variation of 'nightshade'!  You can't eat them till they are ripe and or cooked!  Now, Rana has learned an important lesson.  No matter who helps plant the garden, she needs to make sure all plants are labeled properly, including those that are to be transplanted.  How terribly embarrassing for Rana.  She feels just so low.  Oh, well, mystery solved!

&lt;/p&gt;Speaking of mystery....Mystery Girl has finished her last book report for the coming school year.  Today, she is starting Spelling.  What as relief to have that out of the way.  I think it was her hardest subject!  The rest of the year should be easy now!  Ha, Ha, Ha!  Oh please, oh please! 

&lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow, my sis-in-law and daughter are coming to visit for a week.  I am quite excited.  She is coming to help me in the garden and canning.  I hope she knows what she is getting into!  This time of year, there is no rest for the weary!  Our landlord's wife is letting me borrow her pressure canner for a couple of weeks and my time is almost up.  I have been canning from can see to can't see.  So far, I have done green beans, split pea soup, 10 bean soup, Boston baked beans, and strawberry jam.  Today, I am canning pizza sauce, tuna (because my hubby buys tuna in 2 pound cans, like I can use it all at once!) and making some beef stew to can.  With all this canning, I forget to cook meals to eat, so my family is subsisting on cereal and hot dogs.  Maybe I should save some stuff out for eating!  On top of all the canning, I am attepting to clean house before the sil gets here and I am working on a resume for someone.  Today, I just finished making bread, so the rest of the day should go well.  

&lt;/p&gt;In fact, if I'm going to get all this stuff done, I'd better get going!  See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-1283578712707069966?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/1283578712707069966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=1283578712707069966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1283578712707069966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1283578712707069966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/08/beginning-gardener-plants-poisonous.html' title='Beginning Gardener plants poisonous plants NOT'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7789708892353823961</id><published>2008-07-28T09:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:35:49.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Guess the Party's Over</title><content type='html'>Yup, the kids are home again!  They had a good time, mostly, and are very glad to be home.  Nothing like a long trip away from home to make the kids appreciate home and parents all the more.  I have not received so many hugs in a long time!  Of course, the fighting has started again.  Although, they probably fought the whole time they were gone!

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday was their first whole day back home.  We skipped church, yup, SKIPPED, and spent time doing family things.  In the morning, we did laundry and sat around talking and cuddling, then in the afternoon, we went for a long walk down a bike trail and took the kids to the lake to swim a couple of hours.  The swiming thing was cool cause we were there the same time a baptismal was going on.  Unfortunately, we couldn't stay for it since it was getting later and later and the kids were hungry.  It's been a long time since I've seen a lake baptismal.  I was baptized in a lake at the age of seven.  So, it brought out some pleasent memories.  When we got home, we made a pizza and the kids took showers.  Oh, to have clean smelling, clean looking kids again!  What a joy to have cleanness going on!  

&lt;/p&gt;Today, they have had a chance to cuddle with Ginger and get caught up on that!  That cat is going to be very spoiled.  It has only to meow, and someone runs out to comfort it.  Of course, what it really wants is cat food, but that is not to be!  So, hugs will have to do!  That cat follows people around like a dog and makes sure that you pay attention to it!  Crazy Cat!

&lt;/p&gt;Today, too, we are going to resume our 'summer school' and get back on schedule.  These kids thrive on routine and it helps the time to pass more quickly.  School will start again in five weeks and hopefully, they will be more ready for it and there won't be so much catch up.  Calico Kid is doing better in his reading, so that should help for 5th grade and starting next week, we are going to really drill hard on the times tables.  He seems to be okay with that, and he REALLY needs the practice.  In fact, the teachers sent home a list of things to work on this summer, and that was one of them.  I just really want him to be better prepared this year and to not be so far behind when school starts.  My goal is to have him at grade level by 6th grade.  He made great strides this last year and if he works hard, he can do it.  Mystery Girl is finally close to grade level, and actually, if she could only decide to write her answers without waiting for me to tell her that the answer is right, she would be done much faster with her work and be much closer to grade level.  

&lt;/p&gt;So, I've been thinking a lot about family traditions, vacations, and holidays lately.  The last two years of holidays has been really hard for me and I have been depressed a lot during the holidays.  I think that the moving and being away from family and the lack of funds has really been a big part of it.  I have always loved Thanksgiving, Christmas, and Easter, and lately, the whole things has been disenchanting for me.  So, I resolved that this year is going to make up for all the past years and be something special.  We are going to make our own traditions and do something REAL this year.  I am making homemade gifts.  I think that spending time making them makes them more special and personal to give.  I have come to hate Christmas shopping, when you have to spend money and get tired and cranky from trying to find the 'perfect gift' the fits your budget.  I have been really excited the last couple of weeks and I finished making some of the gifts and I can hardly wait for Christmas so I can give them.  There is some sort of personal satisfaction in accomplishing the work and having it turn out.  We are going to do a lot of baking and I was even thinking of getting involved with a soup kitchen.  It would be nice for the family to feel that they are helping others.  Anyway, we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7789708892353823961?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7789708892353823961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7789708892353823961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7789708892353823961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7789708892353823961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-guess-partys-over.html' title='I Guess the Party&apos;s Over'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-1615405055618950746</id><published>2008-07-21T11:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T12:11:59.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>I have been reflecting this past week on how nice it is to have the kids gone for a little while. It has been quiet and the only messes in the house are mine. They are great kids to have around, but sometimes, we need to have a break from each other. It makes us appreciate each other a bit more. I think it makes us more thoughtful of what is REALLY important. Distancing yourself from the problems for a few days and having down time just makes things easier to deal with.

&lt;/p&gt;I was reading my sister's blog about how the kids are driving her crazy and I'm sure the husband too, at some point. I have really come to appreciate the ability to get away. I think it is soo important for the mental health of the mommy and of the kids. Sometimes we get stuck in a rut of bad attitudes and bad behavior. So, when we get a chance to get away or even steal it somehow, it refreshes us and makes us better parents. It's okay that the kids know that their behavior has driven mommy from the home for a few hours. Not that it changes their behavior, but it makes them aware that their behavior is affecting others besides themselves. One of the things that I learned from Love and Logic that I thought was really cool (and slightly manipulative) is to say to the the kids as you lay on the couch, "I'm sorry, I can't help you with that (take you there, etc. ). You have run all my energy away. Maybe if you can put some energy back into me, I can help you with that. How are you going to put energy back into me?" Then if they don't know or can't think of anything, you give suggestions like, playing nicely with siblings, or doing some helpful chore, or talking nicely to people, etc. It is amazing what happens when they try to put energy back into mommy!

&lt;/p&gt;Okay, on a different note! Calico Kid found his glasses! Yay! They were by a backyard pond, in the sand, and NO ONE knows how they got there! Strange! Anyway, I'm glad they were found. It really put a damper on their good times while in NY. Now they can have a good time without all the worry. I told the kids they needed to pray about it and ask God to show them where they were. It worked!

&lt;/p&gt;This week, I hope to finish some more projects so that I can enjoy the kids when they get home. I'm afraid they are going to get a lesson in gardening tho. I just can't pick all those beans by myself every three days! My legs and back have never hurt so much! Not to mention how dizzy I am from bending over for hours at a time! Even if I sit on a bucket and work, I still have to bend over! So, I've had some pretty bad headaches this past week. Thankfully, Dr. O helps me, but he can't even really see the beans as they blend in with the plants! But at least he tries and I just have to start where he was last time so I don't miss too many!

&lt;/p&gt;Well, gotta go sew the rest of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-1615405055618950746?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/1615405055618950746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=1615405055618950746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1615405055618950746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1615405055618950746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/07/reflections.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5856925902501483163</id><published>2008-07-20T08:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T10:17:48.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party is STILL Rockin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I talked with the kids yesterday and found out that they are doing well. They are having tons of fun swimming everyday! They went to the 1000 Islands I think and did some waterpark, went to a fair, Old McDonald's Farm, swam at a neighbors, and this coming week will be doing fishing and I don't know what else. One bad note, though. Calico Kid lost his glasses. So, his reward for that will be to help pay for the new ones with his birthday money. He's not going to like it, but, that kid needs to learn that he can't keep taking them off and losing them. Grrr. Other than that, they are having a blast. They get to see relatives that are usually only seen once a year.


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&lt;div&gt;So, what have I done with my free time, you may ask? Well, I finished one Christmas gift, nearly finished another, and have two to go. I picked green beans 2-3 times, snapped and canned them. I went blackberry picking with a friend and ate them in pancakes. I slept late a couple of days and got up real early on a couple of others. I haven't cooked since the kids left, poor Dr. O. We went out for our anniversary dinner and stayed out until we felt like coming home (as opposed to hurrying home because of the kids!)


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&lt;div&gt;And, what did I NOT do? yet? I haven't cleaned house, washed loads of dishes (just the little bit we used), yelled at the kids to get stuff done, or just plain yelled at them. I haven't triple checked to see if Mystery Girl had her lights out at midnight, or touched 1 single toy.


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&lt;div&gt;So, how many years to go before I will have empty nest? Oh, about 8-10 years! I am soooo looking forward to it! I just might get to enjoy being me all over again! I might have to get involved with other people and make some good friends and do fun things! I might even have to work! I won't have to clean up toys and kids stuff. I can go for a walk without telling someone when I'll be back! I can grocery shop in half the time. I won't have to look for the kids before I leave the store so they can come home with me! Wow! I won't even have to fight the attitude monster every minute of every day. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Ok, enough of the dreaming! I have some pictures of the sunflowers again. I just love them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225098886212008530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SINHwNT0ulI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/M5p_bQ6XJXs/s320/100_0988.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225091575236618354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SINBGpzdaHI/AAAAAAAAAUI/i--QvCWqWyI/s320/100_0948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Here is that famous purple pepper plant! See how many there are one each branch?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;All that green in the middle is green beans. Ufda! What was I thinking?&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;These are the potatoes, all 6 varietys.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225091587319920706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SINBHW0V-EI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mt4dHCR3ckQ/s320/100_0957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;See all my onions? Isn't this crazy?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225091583049047058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SINBHG6FnBI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/pRO1n3HkgYg/s320/100_0956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And tomatillas!  They are soooo cool!  And they are growing in MY garden!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225098865049846066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SINHu-eXwTI/AAAAAAAAAUw/7p5XHhpnp9M/s320/100_0961.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know, they are green tomatoes, but they will soon be RED tomatoes.  I can hardly wait!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225098879029731826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SINHvyjb4fI/AAAAAAAAAVI/CGfkFpd-HaM/s320/100_0966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5856925902501483163?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5856925902501483163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5856925902501483163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5856925902501483163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5856925902501483163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/07/party-is-still-rockin.html' title='The Party is STILL Rockin'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SINHwNT0ulI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/M5p_bQ6XJXs/s72-c/100_0988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6417517711470258276</id><published>2008-07-14T08:51:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T10:24:54.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a Party Goin' On!</title><content type='html'>WooHoo! Mom's on a 2 week vacation! The kids left yesterday for NY to spend 2 weeks with their grandparents. They were quite excited to go. And you never SAW such showing off! Ufda! Anyway, NOT MY PROBLEM for 2 whole weeks!
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, what am I going to do with myself? I'm going to clean house and it will STAY clean, sew Christmas presents, visit a sick friend, pick and can beans until I'm sick of them, and go out to lunch with another friend! Oh, and I'm going to sleep until I'm not tired, eat forbidden kid food, listen to music that &lt;strong&gt;I &lt;/strong&gt;like, and be ALONE all day long! I may cuddle with the cat and find a million things that I enjoy and do them, just because I can! I might even remember how to be a wife without kids and have some ADULT conversations. You know, ones that don't require me to say dumb things like, 'the floor is not a trash can', or 'don't hug the cat so hard, she (it) doesn't like it.' or lately, the most frustrating one, 'why can't you just get along?' 'Of course, you HAVE to forgive each other. You want to please Jesus don't you?' Just a sampling of everyday conversations. And what's up with all the bickering lately? I'm ready to tie them together until they work it out. GRRR. Anyway, NOT MY PROBLEM for two weeks! Yea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mystery Girl did finish one of her book reports for 7th grade before she left. One more to go. She has to finish 'Call of the Wild' and do the report. I thought that was the coolest book ever growing up. So did everyone else I talked to. But not so MG. She HATES it! What's up with that? She said it's because it's only about one character and that making the dogs fight each other really makes her feel bad. If she would make it to the end of the book, she would find out that it all comes out okay. Anyway, it's on the list of acceptable books to read for the report and she is more than half way through it, so I guess their will be NO CHOICE but to finish it at this point. Besides, she needs the discipline of doing things she hates because its the right thing to do. Someday, life will teach it to her anyway, so why not get a head start?!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Calico Kid has been writing stories this summer for his 'summer school' as well as the math that I make him do. He is so much more tractable when there are things to do. He just jumps in and gets them done, then he moves on to more enjoyable things. What a difference between them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here's MG holding our newly acquired 'Ginger'. Ginger seems to be good for the kids. They both love to hold, pet and comb Ginger.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here's our 'Ginger' assuming the position anytime we get close to it. Lazy cat makes you come to it. If you wait long enough, it might come to you eventually. But, on the way over, Ginger assumes the position numerous times! Crazy Cat!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222857213621841346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtQ9sKELcI/AAAAAAAAASw/AqWVlPMJAUI/s320/100_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the baby bird that the kids rescued from the cat. It didn't even have all it's feathers yet. It wanted to be fed every hour of the day, and of course, we got nothing else done. After 2 days of caring for this thing, we let it go back to nature. Let nature take care of its own, (even though it probably died). We found out though, that it is illegal to keep wild birds as pets. So, I'm glad that we let it go. Besides, I am not a birdie mommy.
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222857237290537058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtQ_EVH0GI/AAAAAAAAATI/tbBHNhvEpVM/s320/100_0887.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Here, you see the kids in their preferred summer school study areas. Yup, they are sitting in Rubbermaid buckets filled with pillows and blankets. Hey, if it works, who am I to stand in the way! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222872548695237218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHte6TweYmI/AAAAAAAAAUA/xhd3Aq2ijk0/s320/100_0860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222857231559373970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtQ-u-tNJI/AAAAAAAAAS4/l9v9HuYqllU/s320/100_0859.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here is one of our MANY frogs that the kids catch and play with, they release into my garden. Sometimes, it is unnerving to go into the garden. I'm afraid of stepping on all these frogs. Some of them are positively HUGE. Others are just normal sized or itty bitty. In any case, they are eating the bugs in the garden, which I hate even more! I even tolerate nasty 'daddy long legs' spiders. Shudder. And of course, to pick beans, I have to walk through the bean patch barefoot since I over planted and it's the only way I can reach them without damaging the plants. UGH!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222857209892762466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtQ9eQ-82I/AAAAAAAAASo/kf64GzKHeBw/s320/100_0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here is my first sunflower to open. Isn't it pretty? The kids and I just love these sunflowers. Next year, we are planting the giant variety around our back patio. Who know, it may create a bit of privacy from the farmer's shed and employees! Besides, I think that a bright sunny yellow just brightens up the whole yard and our dispositions! Even Dr. O thinks we should plant a sunflower forest! We'll see! I have to find a place for it in full sun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222865863403179170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtY1LGpDKI/AAAAAAAAATo/artBtB9QYuA/s320/100_0939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And here is an updated view of the rock garden. It is really starting to fill in and spread out. Gotta LOVE IT. Hopefully, I can keep it over the winter and not lose all the plants. Otherwise, I'm planting something else next year. Snow in the Summer might look really good there!
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222865860403776498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtY0_7hy_I/AAAAAAAAATg/WvAC5swQbMY/s320/100_0930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another view of the front of our house with flowers. I am so pleased that they are doing well. It must be all the humidity here. Plants love it, I hate it! Oh, well, at least ONE of us is happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222865851879878226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtY0gLRblI/AAAAAAAAATY/xeJpfUpgfqI/s320/100_0927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These birdfeeders were sent to the kids from their grandparents. They just could hardly wait to put them together. MG's has the painted roof so they could tell them apart. I'm so glad they love birds and nature. They just get so excited!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222865849879935122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtY0YucuJI/AAAAAAAAATQ/RJXP5owNQAY/s320/100_0912.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6417517711470258276?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6417517711470258276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6417517711470258276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6417517711470258276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6417517711470258276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-party-goin-on.html' title='There&apos;s a Party Goin&apos; On!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SHtY1cVFm3I/AAAAAAAAATw/Ym02FdLY7d0/s72-c/HPIM1088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-723388469596373778</id><published>2008-07-07T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T15:51:48.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where in the Country is Rana?</title><content type='html'>That's what I would like to know!  It seems that we have been having an eventful summer and we haven't even left yet!  
 &lt;/p&gt;Last week we lost power for 27 hours and had to make do without water, electricity, and all the conveniences.  It was awful!  The storm came on with a rush of wind and sheets of rain (should I say it was raining cats and dogs?).  The power flickered, the kids got nervous, then out it went.  The storm didn't last real long, the rain stayed for awhile, but the storm part was over in a matter of minutes.  It just stormed long enough to knock out power lines and to inconvenience us for the rest of the night and into the next day.  So, we went out to eat, bought propane for our lantern and those little mantle thingies.  We spent the next better part of an hour getting the lantern lit (in the dark of course!)  Finally, light!  But no water!  Grrr.  The next day, I spent bent over a cookfire in the backyard making coffee, bacon, eggs, and potato soup for lunch.  Then our really nice landlord took pity on us and hooked up a generator to plug the fridge and freezer into so we wouldn't lose any food.  Dr. O came home and cooked hotdogs.  Yea! Happy day before 4th of July!  Needless to say, we didn't get anything done for 2-3 days.  (Can't clean house without power, not even pick-up junk and straighten up!)  If it is dark, I can't work!  Oh, and toilets?  Good thing the landlord had a port-a-potty next to the shed.  At least the guys could use it!  Gross, gag, hold your nose, hold your breath, and try not to actually sit down!  AND HURRY UP!  

&lt;/p&gt;On Sunday, the kids leave for New York to be with their Grandparents Duell.  I get a two week vacation!  What's even better, is that I can have a two week anniversary honeymoon.  Well, sorta!  They leave, Dr. O goes to work, but I get to be home alone and have a clean house the whole time!  We are going to wait to celebrate until they are gone.  Speaking of which, today is our 2nd anniversary.  Hard to believe!  After 16 years of hounding the poor guy (I can feel sorry for him now that it's too late!) I get to celebrate anniversaries!  Hee Hee!  So, for our meal tonight, Cabbage Casserole!  How romantic NOT!  This is my week to get rid of all the stuff in the fridge. Anyway, back to the 2-week trip to NY, the grandparents are coming to pick them up and drive them back at the end.  The odd thing is, it has been 8+ years since I last slept in the same house as my ex-father-in-law!  How weird is that?  It has been several years for Grandma Susan!  It is just unsettling how life's events can cause normal things to feel or seem weird.  Anyway!

&lt;/p&gt;On a different note, I am applying for a job tonight or tomorrow.  I feel a definite need to get out of the house.  I'm applying for a position at a flowershop/greenhouse.  It will most likely be seasonal, but it is close to home and I think it would be fun.  I love giftshops and flowers and things so I think it would be a good fit.  Oh, will it interupt homeschool?  Possibly, but only during holidays, I think.  Anyway, I might not even get the job!  Even the name sounds like my style.  Christine's Countryside Floral.  Cool huh!

&lt;/p&gt;You know our Ginger cat?  Well, she turned out to be a George cat.  The kids wouldn't believe me when I told them, so, I showed them the evidence!  Only, there was something missing, which is why it took some time to convince them!  So, two blushing crimson kids finally had to admit the truth!  Calico Kid said to me, how would you know?  You've never seen THAT before!  RIGHT!  And how do you think I took care of you as a baby?!  Well, you've never touched it before!  WHATEVER!  Think whateer you like kid!  So, they thought that the cat was embarrassed and that was why it ran off for a while!   More like the kids were embarrassed and the cat was uncomfortable!  Anyway, IT is getting a shot in a few days and dewormed, and now we feed it on Sunday!  Aren't you proud of us?  Actually, it's just to make sure she doesn't starve to death.  She (it) is still hunting on her own so we don't feel too obligated to feed her, unless she acts hungry for a while.  I think the name Ginger is going to stick, but we shall see.  I hope we don't go to George.  Yuck!  If so, we will have to find a new name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-723388469596373778?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/723388469596373778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=723388469596373778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/723388469596373778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/723388469596373778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-in-country-is-rana.html' title='Where in the Country is Rana?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-9056270138759056600</id><published>2008-06-30T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T10:08:26.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Trap All Kinds of Critters Around Here</title><content type='html'>Yup, we sure do!  Calico Kid went to check the trap for the woodchuck and found our beloved stray cat.  Poor thing, she was quite upset and a little banged up.  She attacked the sides of the cage trying to get out and cut her eye and scraped up her nose.  I was a little worried that she wouldn't come back to us, but last night, she showed up again.  The whole family is relieved that she is okay.  Now, if we could only catch the NEW family of woodchucks....!

&lt;/p&gt;Well, Mystery Girl went on a road trip to Lake Michigan yesterday and had a great time.  She went with a different church group and seemed to get along really well!  She came home sooo excited and tired!  In fact, today, I can't get her out of bed.  She didn't get home to real late, but I think it was good for her to get out among kids her own age and have some fun.  Next is another beach party on the 18th that she wants to go to.  

&lt;/p&gt;In fact, as a parent, it feels good when your kids behave normally and do things that they enjoy.  It makes for a happier home life!  The kids really enjoyed VBS this past week and we went to their VBS program at church yesterday.  Both kids got fearlessly on the stage and did their thing.  It was so neat.  They were having so much fun.  Then, yesterday, with the Middle School Road Trip, Mystery Girl was able to experience some of the privilages of being a teen-ager.  Hopefully, the excitement and good behavior will carry through a few days.  I really want her to understand that good behavior earns her these kinds of privilages.  Bad behavior will prevent her from stuff like this, but I'm hoping that she will "get" it!

&lt;/p&gt;Today we are back to a regular (sort of) schedule.  We all need it.  I'm finding that none of us function well without a schedule or routine.  So, back to schoolwork, chores, and regular meals.  That will last for a couple of weeks before the next VBS session at another church, then is Activity week at our church and another VBS at another church.  That's right, they are going to 3 VBSs this summer!  I need them to stay busy!  Otherwise they fight and drive each other and me crazy.  Then shortly after the last VBS, school will start for real and summer will be over.  

&lt;/p&gt;My garden is really looking good.  I have flowers on everything and I have discovered some tiny peppers forming and some beans.  I have 1 zuke so far and a bunch on the way I'm sure.  The hardest part of gardening is keeping up with all the weeds!  Dr. O and I finally got most of them cleared out temporarily and it looks much better.  After all veggies are ripe, I have to process them.  That will be a challenge this year.  I'm going to try dehydrating, frezing, and canning.  Canning went real well last year, so I'm confident that I can learn dehydrating!

&lt;/p&gt;Speaking of processing, I went strawberry picking with a neighbor while the kids were in VBS and brought home 2 big buckets of strawberries.  I attempted jam, but ended up with wonderful syrup for ice cream.  I also froze a bunch for later.  I may take the kids with me and do it again and try the jam again.  This time I'll have all the supplies before I start and maybe it will turn out better.  Last time I kind of got lost since I didn't realize we were out of sugar!  How do you run out of sugar?  Oh, I know, the kids made Kool-aid, and we made a bunch of cakes in the last couple of weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-9056270138759056600?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/9056270138759056600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=9056270138759056600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/9056270138759056600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/9056270138759056600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-trap-all-kinds-of-critters-around.html' title='We Trap All Kinds of Critters Around Here'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8169888659585869503</id><published>2008-06-26T07:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T07:33:51.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Calico Kid!  He's ten now!  Wow!  Well, Calico Kid had a good birthday full of VBS, fun, playing in the rain, and chocolate cake.  He got a bunch of drawing supplies from Grandma Susan and from us and some money(lots and lots!) from my parents and from grandparents Duell.  He also got a stuffed dog from Dr. O's parents.  Thank you all for your wonderful gifts.  Oh, we also gave him an electronic fishing game.  HE LOVES IT!  I just love it when you give a gift and it scores big with the recipient!

&lt;/p&gt;Calico Kid wants to use some of his money to buy a computer game called Oregon Trail that they have at his school.  It is big on social studies and promotes decision making and following directions.  It would be nice to have it as his sister would also be able to use it.  Therefore, I think that we need to buy it instead of him!  Otherwise it will be a point of contention.

&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday and today I have been really sore.  I'm not sure if it is from gardening or from the tension of the accident we saw.  Either way, I hurt all over!

&lt;/p&gt;Now I need to go punish the cookie thief, so I'll be back another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8169888659585869503?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8169888659585869503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8169888659585869503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8169888659585869503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8169888659585869503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7466603513246989086</id><published>2008-06-24T23:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T23:46:16.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week in Review</title><content type='html'>Let's see, since the last post Dr. O had his birthday and turned forty something.  Unbelievable!  He was lucky and had the day off from work.  The kids went all out and made signs to hang up.  He is now the proud owner of signs that say, YOU ROCK!  WE LOVE YOU!  YOUR COOOOOL!  ZOO TIME, YAY!  (I don't know why the last one, but they must have wanted to go to the zoo!)  Calico Kid stayed up til, like, midnight stenciling them in his room.  The next morning, they booted him out of the house while they decorated.  Then they decided to cook him breakfast.  They made rolled up pancakes (I did the cooking).  I made him a peanut butter marble cake with peanut butter frosting.  He loved it! He just soaks up the lovin' he just won't admit to it! 

&lt;/p&gt;The next day was Sunday, our family reunion.  We had it at this horrible park that I'm just sure we all got some sort of disease at.  The mosquitos where just awful.  They hung out in clouds and feasted on us with all their might.  I think it was just as bad or worse as the one we had in ND a few years ago. Poor Mystery Girl got 32 bites on one arm.  She is one walking pus filled itchy girl.  We are now all itching and scratching and going crazy all night.  I bought some of that Benadryl itching gel.  It seems to be really helping.  MG even went in swimming in the trout stream.  crazy kid!  Afterward, some of the  family came to visit for a couple of hours before heading back home.   

&lt;/p&gt;Monday was such a boring day!  It seemed that all the kids did was fight and cry!  Grrr.  Then today I found out about a VBS nearby and went and dumped them for the morning!  I get to have the next 3 mornings off!  Yay!  

&lt;/p&gt;After I picked the kids up, we headed to town to pick up more soil. (As if I don't have enough in my garden and backyard!)  While at the store, we were witness to a bad accident.  Calico Kid saw the whole thing happen, right in front of the store we were at.  Poor kid, he said it made his heart hurt.  Anyway, I had opportunity to talk with one of the ladies and pray with her.  She was very frightened and was screaming, "I feel like I'm going to die!"  Over and over.  She wouldn't let go of my hand, so I stayed with her til the paramedics told me to leave.  It was really a strange experience to be on the other side of that kind of accident.  What was even more strange, was that the VBS lesson for today was, "God gives us strength to help others."  So, today, the kids got a real live, practical example of what that means.  They kept telling me afterward that that's a lesson they will never forget.  I guess that's what it means to be instant, in season and out.  They had talked about the blind man that Jesus healed with mud on his eyes and the good Samaritan.

&lt;/p&gt;So, tonight as I wind down from the day, I am reflecting that life is never what you expect it to be.  I was hoping to relax before the next event, when I realized that tomorrow, CK turns 10.  So, it's another cake in the morning and hopefully it will be a nice day.  The kids want to go swimming, but I think it's supposed to have rainstorms tomorrow.  We shall see!  I think after tomorrow, things should settle down again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7466603513246989086?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7466603513246989086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7466603513246989086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7466603513246989086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7466603513246989086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/06/week-in-review.html' title='The Week in Review'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5719573696654001989</id><published>2008-06-17T09:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:46:48.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginger</title><content type='html'>When I last wrote, I said that we have a new stray cat.  Yup, we do.  And I'm glad.  It is a playmate for the kids and a comfort for the sad!  I had to do some real fast talking to Dr. O about letting it stay.  We still can't feed it or let it inside, but the kids spend a lot of time outside playing or cuddling with her.  We named her Ginger since I think she looks like ginger ale!  I'm especially glad we are letting it stay because of Mystery Girl.  She needs a companion.  She is 12 and still a little isolated (by choice of behaviors) and needs a friend.  So, Ginger gets a lot of hugs and pets and is talked to constantly.  She is a domestic cat that I think someone must have dropped off sometime.  I think that because she is so clean and healthy.  She has a glossy coat and fat on her ribs.  She is soft except for those teeth and claws!  The first few days, she was prone to try to bite and scratch, but now has learned that it is not okay and the kids have learned that when she wants to go, to let her go!  She hunts for her food, but is always begging from the humans.  Still, we want her to hunt to keep the rodent population down.  She also eats bird, which I'm not as happy about, but it's the nature of the beast.  You eat what you can catch.  Even Dr. O is kind to her and pets her occassionally (and he HATES cats!)  He has been warned by the kids that if he hurts their kitty that Mommy would have to beat him up!  They're probably right!  Anyway, the landlord approves her, so that settles the matter in my mind!  Cool, a maintenace free pet!  Nothing could be better!

&lt;/p&gt;Ok, enough about the cat.  We are entering our busy time for the next two weeks.  We have a family reunion and two Birthdays to get through by next Wednesday.  The reunion is all the Woodhull and Company, where I know very few people and am usually bored out of my skull, but it is important to the hubby, so we are going.  Every year, I guess, less and less people come.  This year the excuse is that the gas costs too much.  I guess they are right!  The day before that is Dr. O's b-day.  At least this time he has the day off from work (unless he gets overtime!) Then is Calico Kid's b-day.  My baby is going to be 10.  I can not believe it.  How did we get to this place?  Where did the years go?  Now I have an almost teen and a almost pre-teen!  It seems like there is a major change that takes place at 10 and 12.  Like they are transisioning AGAIN into more interesting people.  Their baby stages were fun and interesting, but I didn't get to spend a lot of time enjoying them as I had to be at work a lot.  I am a firm advocate of stay at home moms.  Life is too short to waste missing spending time with your kids.  I realize that it is not always possible for one reason or another.  I have had both in my life, and I very much prefer being a SAHM.  I know my kids so much better than I used to.  They are a lot more fun and interesting than I ever dreamed they could be!  And the nice thing is that they LOVE having me home.  My son takes me for walks thru the orchard and talks my ear off all the while holding my hand.  He comes up and gives me hugs spontaneously as well as on demand!  My daughter spends a lot of time hugging me and talking to me. We are beginning to finally understand each other and she has settled down a lot since I have begun to stay home.  She, in particular, really needed a SAHM and the first opportunity to do so, I jumped at it and I am sooo glad.  Her personality hasn't so much changed, as her behaviors and attitudes are beginning to change.  Besides, It's a full time job to keep house and be a mom.  I don't know how I ever did it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5719573696654001989?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5719573696654001989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5719573696654001989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5719573696654001989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5719573696654001989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/06/ginger.html' title='Ginger'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-7170622501714668331</id><published>2008-06-12T07:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T08:13:31.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Absent</title><content type='html'>I found that when I am absent from the family mentally, that things don't get done.  I mean, the kids play, fight, and sqabble, but the chores don't get done, we don't eat, and we all become grouchy.  See, here's what was going on, I was writing a new story, really concentrating on it, then typing it up and fixing it.  Suddenly, I realized that we had a long list of things to finish that day and it was getting late.  WhooBoy!  Well, I guess most of it did finally get done, but no one was very happy with me.  Oh well, too bad, so sad.  Today is a new day!  We have a new stray cat that has been hanging around that no one is allowed to feed (try stopping them!).  This cat of course inspired a story, along with the woodchucks and rabbits.  

&lt;/p&gt;Today, I am on a mission to make something tasty for Dr. O's Father's Day Cookout that is tomorrow.  I'm making pinwheels and a pasta salad.  Other than that, I guess I'm supervising the kids and finding some good reading material.

&lt;/p&gt;Speaking of reading, Calico Kid is reading Little Rascal, a shortened version of Rascal.  He's doing really well and is very interested in the story.  He loves wildlife and checks out books by the dozens about wolves, mice, foxes, bears, cats, and now he has discovered racoons.  He loves the story of Rascal the Racoon!  He has been laughing all the way through the book.  I couldn't believe it yesterday when he brought the book to me and told me it was time to read the next chapter, then proceeded to do so, alternating with me every few paragraphs!  I think that we are going to look for some woodchuck books at the library the next time we go.  That should be interesting.  We also checked out a couple of books about treehouses.  EVERYBODY poured over these books and picked out their favorites!  Now, their life ambition is to live in a treehouse!  Sounds fun doesn't it?!

&lt;/p&gt;Now, I'm off to see if I can't find a place to send my story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-7170622501714668331?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/7170622501714668331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=7170622501714668331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7170622501714668331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/7170622501714668331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/06/absent.html' title='Absent'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-5268040863600693865</id><published>2008-06-10T07:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T08:56:47.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List Mania</title><content type='html'>Just to let you know, those lists and lists of lists are actually getting accomplished! I made it about a 3rd of the way through the master list and the kids' lists are being accomplished daily! (so far) I had them do the basics, you know, dress, eat, brush, make bed, then I added actual chores, like weeding garden, cook dinner, vaccum (6 days a week!), dust, water flowers (although with all this rain, that doesn't need to be done quite yet!), laundry, and other stuff I think of during the night. I have to get it on the daily list before they awake tho, or I won't be able to get them to do them without fighting with them.



&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The cook dinner thing, it's sorta subjective since they are only almost 10 and 12. Last night, Calico Kid made spagetti with supervision and on Wed, he plans to make cabbage casserole. I think tonight we are having a chicken noodle/egg drop soup concoction. The idea is to stretch their creative abilities as well as strenghthen their ability to follow directions. They do all the work except carry hot water or things that are dangerous for them. I use the big sharp knives and carry the boiling water, maybe stir a time or two to make sure it doesn't stick, but they do everything else. I want them to be able to take care of themselves and be prepared to enter the real world one day! When they are the evening cook for the day, I make them stay in the kitchen the whole time and keep an eye on things, so they came up with the idea of playing their own music style while waiting. We have listened to a lot of kid stuff lately!



&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The daily dish battle is slowly coming under control. One washes, the other dries. The one who washes has to clean the counters, wash the dishes, and sweep the floor. The one who dries has to dry, and put away. I'm thinking of adding that they also need to put food away. They have no idea how to do that!



&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On a new note, my washer is going to get fixed! Dr. O has ordered the part and will install it as soon as it arrives, or at least that first weekend. I finally took things in my own hands and had better success than Dr. O. He called up a Sears store and tried to get some help and order a part, and they wanted to send someone out to look at it and, you know, charge us a lot for it! Finally, I went personally to our neigborhood Sears Appliance and Lawn and Garden store and told them what I needed, and they gave me the right number to call to order the part, and lo and behold, instead of over a hundred bucks, it only cost $30, and we do the labor! I just love it when I can accomplish something that hubby can't! NaNaNaBooBoo! But of course, the best part is that I can do laundry again, during the day, when the sun is out and the clothes can dry on the line faster! I don't have to wait for Dr. O to get home to do it anymore! Now I can wash blankets and heavy stuff!


&lt;/p&gt;Well, I promised you some pictures of my flower beds and such. It's a good thing I took the pictures when I did, since we've had tons of rain since then! I got them planted just in time, I guess.

&lt;/p&gt;The purple flowers are Violas. Myster Girl and I chose them because of their name and that Viola is my grandmother's name.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210227175679753762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SE5yAuV6fiI/AAAAAAAAARw/xsq-uBv2SAY/s320/100_0774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the bed I dug out in front of our house. Here again, I have a bunch of violas of different colors and my pink hydrangea.
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210227183266232370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SE5yBKmq-DI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kXkZJRImcmw/s320/100_0777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Here I have a bunch of red sizzlers and sunflowers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210227191611484690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SE5yBpsVahI/AAAAAAAAASA/wer9xDo49Ls/s320/100_0783.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My rock pile finally got a facelift with more violas. I decided that I like these flowers, they have stood up under the strain of all this rain and wind. They have come through in good shape and they just seem to get stronger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210229976881444530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SE50jxocNrI/AAAAAAAAASY/XEoPBAwhBFs/s320/100_0798.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the kids' homemade slip-n-slide. If it looks dangerous, it is. I went and bought them one this weekend. I was just waiting for a broken head or something equally bad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210227199030893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SE5yCFVQm8I/AAAAAAAAASI/X0c_xdr0bak/s320/100_0790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mystery Girl running through.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210229973916111586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SE50jmlc0uI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ayehdlWqIIA/s320/100_0791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is what a woodchuck looks like up close. Notice the teeth. They also have long toes with very long, sharp claws. Calico Kid thinks that they are cute. I suppose they are, but they are also very dangerous. We still have one more to catch. And HE is too smart to go into the cage. We have been trying to catch him for a week. He is above temptation and wary of that thing that carried away his whole family. In all, there was a momma and five babies. There is only one baby left.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210227166877095906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SE5yANjMl-I/AAAAAAAAARo/1ZNkQ5Hx0Do/s320/100_0754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-5268040863600693865?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/5268040863600693865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=5268040863600693865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5268040863600693865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/5268040863600693865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/06/list-mania.html' title='List Mania'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SE5yAuV6fiI/AAAAAAAAARw/xsq-uBv2SAY/s72-c/100_0774.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6943229722494940022</id><published>2008-06-06T12:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:13:03.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>Well, today it the first day of summer vacation.  Today, I make lots of lists of things to do and when,  then made more lists from those other lists.  Essentially, today is a day of lists.  I figured that I should probably get organized for summer and have a plan, before we all get crazy with boredom before we even have a chance.  So, I made a list of all the things that I need to do, a list of what the kids need to do (actually 3 of them, him, her, and together), a list of all known parties, appointments, and events that I have to do something for, and so far, that's it.  coming up are grocery lists, recipe lists, and menu lists.  See, I told you, it's a day of lists.  I feel like my poor hand is going to fall off I've done so much writing, and wasted tons of trees in the process.  But, I guess, the trees are the least of my concern.  The occupation of Kids Of Summer is my #1 priority. 

&lt;/p&gt; It has been strangely quiet around here today.  The kids made a slip-n-slide, wading pool, and chased frogs this morning.  This afternoon they are vaccuming, collecting dirty laundry, and staying away from MOM.  (If she sees them, she makes them do work!)  Hmmm.... Maybe I should go look for them?   Naw!  I love the quiet!  They'll get hungry again, then I can see them and put them to work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6943229722494940022?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6943229722494940022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6943229722494940022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6943229722494940022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6943229722494940022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/06/1st-day-of-summer-vacation.html' title='1st Day of Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-1063174642398756685</id><published>2008-06-02T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:31:31.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray, Hooray</title><content type='html'>Yippee Ki Ya!  We are DONE, FINISHED, COMPLETED with Mystery Girl's school for the year.  She is now officially a 7th grader!  She finished the last school book report on Saturday and She finished her CAT test today!  Everything is mailed or will be by tomorrow.  WooHoo!  So, today, I took her to BK and to DQ to celebrate, then we went shopping for flowers and shrubs.  We came home with tons to stuff to plant.  I got 2 hydrangeas, 1 rose bush, and a bunch of red, yellow and purple stuff!  So, that's the rest of my week!  Planting and digging flower beds, making placement decisions, and driving my hubby buggy over my need for approval for all my flowers!  Poor guy, he could care less about the flowers, but he gets recruited to do some of the digging and hauling!  Anyway, when it's all done, I think I'll post some pictures of it. 

&lt;/p&gt;update on those crazy varmints.  We caught 5 in 3 days then found we have one more to catch.  They aren't too awful smart since we caught 2 babies together, then later the same day caught the momma.  I wonder if we'll catch this last one or not.  I hope so, my garden will be much safer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-1063174642398756685?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/1063174642398756685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=1063174642398756685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1063174642398756685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/1063174642398756685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/06/hooray-hooray.html' title='Hooray, Hooray'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4081051533593864151</id><published>2008-05-30T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T09:01:28.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Time of Jesus</title><content type='html'>Conversation with Mystery Girl

&lt;/p&gt;Mom:  This summer you and Calico Kid are gonna have a lot of work to do.
&lt;/p&gt;MG:  Mom, It's not like when you were a kid when a kid had to know everything a bout a house by the age of 8!
&lt;/p&gt;Mom:  No, times are still the same and you need to learn to take care of a house.
&lt;/p&gt;MG:  Mom! It's not like in the time of Jesus, things are different now!
&lt;/p&gt;Mom:  I was NOT born in the time of Jesus!
&lt;/p&gt;MG: (giggle) Yeah, then you would be 2000 years old!
&lt;/p&gt;MG:  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you old!

&lt;/p&gt;yeah, yeah, whatever!  That's why you spend so much time examining my hair just so you can pull one out by it's roots.  (&lt;em&gt;I do NOT have white hairs, they are just very blonde!)&lt;/em&gt; Besides, you have to really look for them, so NO I am not getting old.

&lt;/p&gt;I went shopping for myself yesterday.  Only for me!  It was fun, sort of, other than size selection and having to stand in front of a full length mirror in my underwear!  I found a bunch of stuff on sale and saved almost as much as I spent.  I figured total savings was about 40% between 4 different stores.  I got myself an outfit to wear to church in my favorite colors, Chocolate, cream, rust, and tree green.  Ok, brown, off-white, orangy-red, and green.  I also found some pj's, shorts, and some comfy capris for bouncing around the house and yard.  You'd think that in the country that you wouldn't see many people and it wouldn't matter what you wore, but not so here!  Those farmhands are everywhere!  And I don't really feel like embarrassing myself or them with looking like a rag-a-muffin all the time.  Dr. O deserves better than that.  He deserves a pretty wife that he's not embarrassed to have!  Not that I'm going to dress up or anything, just have decent coverage and sorta matching stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4081051533593864151?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4081051533593864151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4081051533593864151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4081051533593864151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4081051533593864151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-time-of-jesus.html' title='In the Time of Jesus'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6170221107808999503</id><published>2008-05-29T12:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T08:41:48.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Woodchucks</title><content type='html'>Well, I finally got the pictures, a bunch of them! Here, I'll share just 5. I'm even going to print the one where the baby is on the cage instead of in the cage and give it to our landlord for him to fret over! Those crazy varmints!
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206149112306125282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SD_1CMa4yeI/AAAAAAAAARA/b6gDzm6kKc8/s320/HPIM1061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206149133780961826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SD_1Dca4yiI/AAAAAAAAARg/ibRd0zUy4jQ/s320/Woodchuck017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206149129485994514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SD_1DMa4yhI/AAAAAAAAARY/p_4GVp1U2cE/s320/Woodchuck009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206149125191027202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SD_1C8a4ygI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uC8UzM1TISo/s320/HPIM1068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206149120896059890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SD_1Csa4yfI/AAAAAAAAARI/SktWnhEz1PM/s320/HPIM1066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6170221107808999503?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6170221107808999503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6170221107808999503&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6170221107808999503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6170221107808999503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-of-woodchucks.html' title='Pictures of Woodchucks'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_LDeMtqz6GVM/SD_1CMa4yeI/AAAAAAAAARA/b6gDzm6kKc8/s72-c/HPIM1061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2342365020515962001</id><published>2008-05-29T08:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:19:41.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're so Cute!</title><content type='html'>Do you remember that woodchuck that was dancing and teasing us a few days ago?  Well, "that crazy varmint" has a family.  It turns out that it was a mamma woodchuck.  So far we have discovered 4 babies.  I was over at my garden when I saw this strange movement over by the shed.  Basking in the sun were 2 baby woodchucks.  They contunued to play as I crept closer.  Then, out of another hole popped out 2 more.  Suddenly, the momma decided that they should come in, so she patted them back into the den.  As I stood there waiting, a few minutes later out they rolled again!  I spent most of my evening watching them play hide and go seek with me.  Calico Kid went and put the nonworking trap in front of one of the holes and lo, and behold, one baby climbed up on top of it to get a bigger look at the world!  If only we had a working trap!  Now, here's my problem.  I know they are very good at destroying gardens and stealing food, but those babies are soooo cute!  As Calico Kid said, 'Mom, those babies are really cute, but what are we going to do when they grow up?'  Good question.  I guess they are going to have to go.  But How?  I tried to take pictures, but as usual, my camera runs out of battery, just as they pop up, so that's not working!  Sorry, I know you've always wanted to see a real baby woodchuck.  You've been waiting your whole life, I know!

&lt;/p&gt;Mystery Girl is 1 book report and 2 Spelling pages away from finishing school for this year!  Yea!  We finished Grammar and Math yesterday so we just have 2 things to do today and tomorrow.  WooHoo!  As you can tell, this has been a long year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2342365020515962001?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2342365020515962001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2342365020515962001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2342365020515962001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2342365020515962001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/theyre-so-cute.html' title='They&apos;re so Cute!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-992019294692493079</id><published>2008-05-28T08:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T08:41:26.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my own country</title><content type='html'>I just googled my name to see what I would get.  It seems that I have my own country, I make my own laws, have my own airport, have something to do with medical research, and of course my own blog.  I didn't think I was that active in this world!  I thought I was mom and wife, daughter and sister, church goer and neighbor!  Oh, well!  

&lt;/p&gt;Three more days of school for MG.  I am quite excited!  MG is too!  Then I can get started on scheduling next years work.  It looks like a HUGE amount, but I have to make it manageable.  I also have to add in keyboarding and MS Word.  She will get her book reports done this summer so that they won't take up time during the school year.  I have already purchased a few 'summer reading' books.  I had to set them aside so she will wait to read them.  This child devours books like they are going out of style and she might miss one!  I'm pretty sure they outrank the beanie baby craze!  
&lt;/p&gt;Six more day of school for CK.  He's getting quite excited too!  And guess what!  He finished reading the abridged version of The Adventures of Hucklebery Finn!  Now he has decided to read some Magic Treehouse books.  He just suddenly decided that he likes to read!  I love it when a plan comes together!  It might have something to do with the fact that we have removed the TV from the living area of the house, or that everyone else is reading all evening, or that it is still too cold to play outside much in the evenings. Or it might be that I read him part of a book and then refused to read the rest of it!  He just HAD ti find out the rest of the story!  Either way, I am well pleased!  I'm quite sure his reading level will improve dramatically over the summer and will need much less help in school understanding his assignments!  I have been waiting for this for years!  Ok at least 2-3 years!  He alread likes to write and draw, so now he will be better rounded.  His spelling  will improve too.  Math?  It's coming.  I still have to work with him quite a bit to get him to pass his timed tests, but once he understands what he is supposed to do and how, he does much better.  I think 5th grade is going to go much better.  
&lt;/p&gt;I have decided that I need to load up the bookshelves with classics that have adventure and mystery in them.  Both kids love to read or listen to dramatic stories such as Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, Robin Hood, Swiss Family Robinson, as well as missionary stories.  I am having MG read Cross and the Switchblade, Run, Baby Run, White Fang, The Call of the Wild, and Wizard of Oz this summer.  She is also going to read her two book report books (I can't think of their titles) this summer.  I'm going to have CK read The Adventures of Robin Hood, and a bunch of his Magic Treehouse books.  I don't particularly like Magic Treehouse, but it is a good place for a beginning reader to start.  They are really quite shallow I think, but they are at his reading level and I'm sure he will soon tire of them and want to move on to something much more exciting.  Maybe I can get him to read the abridged Moby Dick.  He likes sharks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-992019294692493079?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/992019294692493079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=992019294692493079&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/992019294692493079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/992019294692493079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-have-my-own-country.html' title='I have my own country'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2705817730946888603</id><published>2008-05-27T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T08:06:06.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Nothings</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems as if everyone else did something for Memorial Day.  We didn't.  I cleaned the garage and Dr. O changed the brakes on my van on Sat. then we did a cookout over the firepit.  Sun. we went to church and then went shopping and picked up Mystery Girl's pictures.  They are very nice.  I am well satisfied.  Then yesterday, Dr. O mowed the lawn on the hottest, most muggy day of the year.  I did nothing.  At least not anything that I can remember.  Calico Kid worked on a Johnny Appleseed project.  So, it seems that this year we aren't doing holidays!  I think we just feel very lethargic lately.  Maybe some of it is that we are ate the end of the school year and we are all wore out!  The kids have already been warned that if I hear that they are 'bored' this summer, that I will have lots of chores the keep them busy.  Now I just have to think of them so I can have a list ready!  But I think daily chores like dishes, vaccuming, and room cleaning are in order!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2705817730946888603?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2705817730946888603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2705817730946888603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2705817730946888603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2705817730946888603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-nothings.html' title='Memorial Day Nothings'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6994000679146645640</id><published>2008-05-19T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T08:35:50.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calico Kid Gets Excited</title><content type='html'>This personal blog has turned into the family blog.  The kids are always asking me if I wrote this or that in my blog and remind me that I need to post their stuff too!  Crazy kids!  So, how did Calico Kid get excited?  

&lt;/p&gt;Well, one morning before school while waiting for the bus at the end of the driveway, he turned to find out what was making a noise, when out stepped two deer from behind a pine tree.  They startled the kid and he startled them and they took off running across the field that is across the road.  So, he runs up onto the porch and starts banging on the window frantically, trying to get my attention.  He is gestulating wildly and pointing across the field.  I got to the window in time to see the two deer hopping away quickly.  He was all excited and I'm telling you, he scared me to death.  I thought something was chasing him or something!  Anyway, we both finally settled down and he got on the bus!  Whew!  What a morning, and it's not even 8 am yet!

&lt;/p&gt;We have a woodchuck that owns the farm.  Seriously!  His name is "that crazy rodent" and he has boldly gone where no woodchuck has gone before.  I'm quite sure I saw him taunting us yesterday.  He crawled into the tall grass on the other side of the driveway (the farmer's side) and stood at the edge of it and stuck his paws in his ears and stuck out his tongue and did the hoola hoola.  Then he ventured out further, and did it again and again.  I am certain he was looking at the house, at the window where we were all crowded around watching him.  He runs past us while we are in the garden or while talking to each other and escapes down his hole under the machine shed.  He has three holes that we have found.  We tried blocking them up and he just digs another one.  He is quite smart.  He knows that the trap that was set out for him doesn't work right and he goes right in and steals the food from it and comes back out!  Not fair!  I think Farmer Tom needs a newer, bigger trap.  So, now the whole family is engaged in thinking up ways to catch this thing before it eats up my garden.  Dr. O thinks he should gets some really strong duct tape and lay it out in front of the holes and then sit back and watch "that crazy rodent" wrap himself up in it.  He thinks that would be fun.  I think he's crazy!  Calico Kid has been stalking him with a croquet mallet so he can play wack the woodchuck with him.  I am NOT in favor of this method, mostly to do with the safety of my child!  I figure "that crazy rodent" is too wiley for my kid so they should both be safe, unless he gets cornered.  Then we'd have a really big problem, hence, why I'm not in favor of this game.  CK has already had to have stitches in his face once, I don't ever want to go through THAT again!

&lt;/p&gt;Calico Kid has finally talked me into letting him have a different kind of haircut.  He asked for and got a mohawk! Now, don't start having a cow!  The beautician did a good job of making it a combination haircut.  It can be combed straight forward and look nice and it can be combed to the middle and he has an ittybitty peak down the middle that satisfies the kid.  He is not shaved or wild looking, but he is satisfied with the tiny bit of change and I won't have to hear about it anymore for a few months.  He's actually quite cute!  It can even be spiked  like I usually have it for him.  So, his pictures should be okay!  The thing is, hair is such a little thing to be having fits over, when there are lots of big bad things to be worried about.  The hair will grow back in or can be cut again, but other things are so much more permanent and can harm your child.  He still has that sweet spirit and is very loving and thoughtful and after all, isn't that what counts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6994000679146645640?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6994000679146645640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6994000679146645640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6994000679146645640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6994000679146645640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/calico-kid-gets-excited.html' title='Calico Kid Gets Excited'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8843498379108025389</id><published>2008-05-18T07:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:14:27.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say, what to say?</title><content type='html'>I have no idea what to blog about lately.  I mean interesting stuff.  Do you want to hear about my garden?  It's all planted now, and this afternoon, the kids are going to go push all the beans down into the dirt.  Somehow, that part got missed.  I have potato and onion sprouts up already and I transplanted my tomatoes and peppers into the garden.  

&lt;/p&gt;How about School?  Ok.  Mystery Girl has 2 weeks left and Calico Kid has 3 weeks left.  We are all anxious to be done and over with it.  We could all use some sleeping in time!

&lt;/p&gt;Work?  Dr. O is working 12 days in a row before a day off.  He worked 3, had a day off, and is now working 12.  Hopefully, after this, it will settle down some.  When they work overtime every day, Fri. Sat. and Sun. are all overtime pay.  Fri and Sat are time and a half and Sun is doubletime.  This could get interesting.  poor guy, he has to be to work by 5 am. So that means getting up at 330 to be out the door by 410.  Then he gets home about 4pm.  

&lt;/p&gt;What about health issues?  Well, Calico Kid had an eye appt. the other day.  We are still aggressively patching his good eye to make his other one work harder.  His vision is slowly improving, so I'm thankful for that.  Mystery Girl has no health issues. Yay!  Dr. O is tired beyond belief and I have very bad seasonal allergies.  I wish they would go away.  I can't take Benadryl as it knocks me out for hours on end, and can't affort Clariton!  I guess cases and cases of kleenex will have to do.  Dr. O is disgusted with how many boxes we have gone thru inthe past 2 months.  I think we are on box number 6.  We have 4 going at all times.  One in the bedroom, one in the van, one in the car, and one attached to me by a 50 foot cord!  Or so it seems.  It follows me around the house and yard all day long.  My main concern all day is "where's the kleenex?" as I panic over the runny nose, the sneezing, and the clamping my legs together and holding my back.  Believe me, it is not a pain free experience.  I'm afraid to leave the house or to drink anything.  I just might have an accident...car...wet pants...snot all over the place...crippled for life (back blow outs!)  

&lt;/p&gt;So, now the question is, are we going ot church today?  I don't think so.  Calico Kid is suffering with a headace.  He's had is for 3 days now and I'm afraid if I make him go, it will turn into a migraine and he will miss school and be miserable and whiney and unpleasent to be around.  If we don't go, I'm in trouble with the daughter.  I can't win for losing I guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8843498379108025389?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8843498379108025389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8843498379108025389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8843498379108025389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8843498379108025389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-to-say-what-to-say.html' title='What to say, what to say?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-4509478414520716292</id><published>2008-05-13T07:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T08:00:14.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop Talk Saga</title><content type='html'>...So, this man who has a family gets laid off for two months finally gets another job.  He gets hired in as an order picker and is under the impression that he is hired permanently.  Then he gets the news that he is being transferred further from home and that he is going to be seasonal.  On his third day of work, he works Saturday from 5-1.  On his fourth day he is informed that he will be working 10 hour days for quite some time.  This man is in shock and kind of disgruntled.  He is used to working second shift.  Now he goes to bed at like 830, before the kids do and he drags through the day exhausted and a little grouchy.  He and his family are now wondering if he will ever get used to first shift and be happy again. And somehow, the family asked God for this job.  What were they thinking?!   So, now they need another kind of miracle...that this man would adjust quickly!  I can't wait to find out what the story will be today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-4509478414520716292?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/4509478414520716292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=4509478414520716292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4509478414520716292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/4509478414520716292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/shop-talk-saga.html' title='Shop Talk Saga'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6493405337853381931</id><published>2008-05-12T08:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T09:08:00.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Ring Thing, Pictures, and Shop Talk</title><content type='html'>Silver Ring Thing- It's a purity program for teens and young adults.  Dr. O and I sent Mystery Girl to the program.  It's a one evening affair that employs drama, video, testimony, and music to get their message across.  At the end of the evening, they are all given a silver ring to wear to remind them of their purity vow.  It's pretty explicit in some areas.  They talk about sex before marraige, STDs, second chances, accountability, and that sex is a beautiful thing in the right context.  MG was a little overwhelmed and maybe a bit young to go to the program, but on the other hand, it is better to hear some of this stuff from a stranger than to hear it all from M&amp;D.  Afterwards, we talked about everything, answered questions, clarified where she was confused and had some honest conversation.  The hardest part for her was that she felt embarrassed about the subject.  

&lt;/p&gt;Pictures- That's what we did for Mother's Day.  We took MG to get her pictures taken.  It has been a long time and she has changed a lot since her last ones.  They turned out just wonderful.  I can hardly wait to get them back.  I think she's beautiful!  So, all you grandparents out there, yes, you will be receiving a picture soon.  Next month, we will be getting Calico Kid's done, just in time for his birthday.  The best part?  They only cost us 17.25 total for MG and 5.25 for CK!  And they are much better than school pictures where they take them whether the kid is ready, smiling, or not.  Hopefully, in the summer or fall we can get a family picture done or one of just Dr. O and I.  We don't even have wedding pictures to give his family who are just in agony, waiting for us to get around to it.  I have digital pics, but my printer prints crappy photos, so they would look really dumb and besides, ink is expensive.  Soon, all things take time!

&lt;/p&gt;Shop Talk-  You know that really great job that God gave Dr. O?  Pray for it!  It turned out to not be so great.  Still, I am hoping that it is just a stepping stone for the next better one.  What happened?  Well, it's 'seasonal', and further from home.  The layoff is most likely to happen in Jan. when it is impossible to get a job.  His 3rd day was on Sat. from 5-1.  So, now I am wondering if he is going to end up working Saturday all Summer.  Poop!  On the other had, if he does, he will be getting some overtime and that would help us financially.  Here's what you need to pray for.  That 1) the office made a mistake and he should be transferred back to the nearer place, 2)  the office make a mistake and he is not going to be seasonal but permanent, 3)  if it is God's will, that this will be his step up into a bigger, better job.  Thank you!  I know that this is God's way of stretching us and pushing our faith.  He provided the job, so it's His responsibility to keep providing.  Dr. O has a hard time moving out of his comfort zone, so this in itself is a step up for him.  And we are very greatful that he has the job, just a little shocked and disturbed that it isn't quite what we thought it was.  I would like it if he could stay.  It has great benefits and vacation time and sounds like a good clean company to work for.  Just that little bit about being further away and seasonal.  

&lt;/p&gt;As you all know, I am in the process of writing my life stories.  Some of them are just hilarious and are about conversations I have with the kids.  Some of them are thought provoking and reveal some insight on events that happened, things that I now have 20/20 vision of.  But some of them are very difficult to write and are in some ways heartbreaking.  I am learning that there is a lot of therapy in writing.  It helps me put things into a different perspective.  I kind of go in spurts.  I started with just journaling some of them while having some quiet time alone, then decided that before I move on and write more of them, that I needed to type them up and fix them more accurately and in more detail.  Now, I'm ready to begin the second wave of writing.  If I could just think of what they might be!  Actually, I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately and it seems that the stories just flow out, sometimes with the tears.  I think the next one needs to be how Dr. O and I ended up finally getting married!  After 16 years!  It is really hard to tell people the story, because it is soooo long!  Mostly, people want to know why I moved to MI and how did I meet my husband!  Good Grief....&lt;em&gt;almost one score ago....in a different time and place....la de da, la de da!&lt;/em&gt; So, it's time to get it all of paper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6493405337853381931?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6493405337853381931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6493405337853381931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6493405337853381931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6493405337853381931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/silver-ring-thing-pictures-and-shop.html' title='Silver Ring Thing, Pictures, and Shop Talk'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-8467616826184940483</id><published>2008-05-09T06:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T06:43:44.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!</title><content type='html'>My birthday is a bigger deal to the kids than to me.  Of course, I want everyone to remember it, but I don't want them to remember how old I am.  Unfortunately, kids don't forget that kind of stuff.  I told Mystery Girl that the best gift she could give me this year was to get her schoolwork done without me having to yell at her!  NOT GONNA HAPPEN, not at this time of year!  I told Calico Kid that the best gift he could give me would be to cuddle with me.  Well, that sorta happened!  Dr. O going to work for the 1st time in 2 months was a great gift.  So, after everyone was home, Dr. O cooked a steak for me and hamburgers for the kids.  He made a yellow cake with chocolate drizzle.  They went to the store and came home with a dozen red roses, a bucket of ice cream, and two bags of chips.  Yup, that was for the "birthday party"!  

&lt;/p&gt;The whole time that Dr. O and I knew each other (all 16 years)he would never admit that he was dating me.  We had our first "date" a year after the wedding!  So, last night, he decided to "date" me with a bucket of dates!  See, after the wedding, we had no sweets or snacks in the house, so I used to snitch the dates he used for cooking/baking.  He would get mad because I was snitching dates!  I would get mad because he wouldn't buy snacks.  He just let me home in a house empty of snacks for weeks and weeks and I would go crazy!  So, I snitched dates. They are sorta sweet, aren't they?!  Well, anyway, now that I'm over the "date craze" he figured I'd like my own so I wouldn't have to snitch!  Go figure!  I love a man who is innovative!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-8467616826184940483?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/8467616826184940483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=8467616826184940483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8467616826184940483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/8467616826184940483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-6431471969141900163</id><published>2008-05-07T09:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T09:58:25.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>That's right, it's official, Dr. O has a job.  We are THRILLED.  He not only got a job and starts tomorrow, but it is closer to home, has higher pay, and is on 1st shift.  Negatives?  Only that he has to be at work by 6 am!  Kinda scary for a 2nd shifter!  Anyway, we are truely blessed.  

&lt;/p&gt;Homeschool-  Well, it's going alright and is almost done.  Three more weeks and she will be done (except 2 book reports, which &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; be done).

&lt;/p&gt;Today is my last day of being 35 :(  I don't really want to move closer to 40.  How awful.  It seems that every birthday, I think about all the plans I had for my life and wish that I had accomplished more of them.  On the other hand, I think about all the things I need to plan to do.  For instance, I am too chicken to go on the zipline.  But, I really want to try it, just to say that I did it.  I want to travel some and go on mission trips.  I want to get involved with life and live it as something exciting, not dread each year that passes!  I've heard it said that the latter years are the most exciting.  Maybe, because we aren't so tied down to things and people (children).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-6431471969141900163?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/6431471969141900163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=6431471969141900163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6431471969141900163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/6431471969141900163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-3867753132864524927</id><published>2008-05-05T08:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:07:00.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Anybody Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>I'm back from my trip.  I had a wonderful time.  I even slept all night both nights.  So, why am I so tired?  Maybe because I spent a lot of time outside doing things like bouncing around on the back of a horse who didn't want to walk.  No, he wanted to eat grass and trot down all the little hills.  So, I spent my ride making "Boomer" stop eating and stop trotting.  Then he got mad at me and nearly knocked me out of the saddle!  Oh, well!  It was still fun, but my horse enthusiasm has been dampened just a might!  After that I was dumb enough to do water aerobics.  So, I am sore on the inside of my thighs from the horse and on the outside of my thighs, ribs, and other various parts of my body from the aerobics.  Again, it was fun, but ohhhhh, the pain.  I guess no pain no gain. 

&lt;/p&gt;I went to some of the classes offered and learned that 1 hour isn't enough to write my lifeline.  We moved so much, that I spent a lot of time trying to remember when and where events happened.  After age 18 was a little easier.  Maybe that's why writing my little stories is more fun and interesting.  I can remember my life in segments or events that happened and they don't have to be chronological!  I also went to a class about walking with God and in His spirit and one about being daddy's little girl.  Talking about both our earthly fathers and our Heavenly Father.  It was all so very interesting.  Out main speaker spoke on Faith, Hope, and Love.  Excellent.  I loved every minute I was away.  I think I very badly needed a break from being Mommy.

&lt;/p&gt;So, about those onions!  I guess I'll have to dig up a spot somewhere and just plant them all!  Between onions and beans and tomatoes, I'm going to be VERY busy come fall!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-3867753132864524927?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/3867753132864524927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=3867753132864524927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3867753132864524927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/3867753132864524927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/did-anybody-miss-me.html' title='Did Anybody Miss Me?'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2030327207083918133.post-2135040571099141518</id><published>2008-05-01T08:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:04:41.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's That Time of Year Again</title><content type='html'>Yup, That time of year.  Time for allergies and stuffy noses and coughs.  Every year, twice a year, like clockwork.  The weather gets nice and I get allergies to everything!  So, I walk around all drugged up until the pollen and mold counts go away.  Add to this a Weekend Women's Retreat, sleeping in a cabin with a bunch of women I don't know, and I'm all set to make an idiot of myself.  I'm pretty sure I snore when I'm all gunked up, so no one will sleep well, if at all!  I'm sharing a cabin with our Youth Director!  I can just imagine what that will be like!  At least I'll be able to talk about my daughter where she can't hear me!  Among all the gear to be packed is a case of Kleenex.  About 4 boxes should do for a 2 1/2 day retreat! Seriously, though, I am quite excited to get to go and I have a bunch of activities  lined up.  One of which is horesback riding.  

&lt;/p&gt;It's also "Plant the Garden" time of year.  So far, I have potatoes and some onions planted.  Yesterday, we put up a fence around the garden.  All the farmhands seem to think that they are supposed to walk THRU it instead of AROUND it!  So, up goes the fence!  Oh, and to keep the varmints out too.  Especially the woodchuck and the rabbits. I'll probably finish planting the week after I get back from my retreat.   

&lt;/p&gt;I had a funny thing happen yesterday!  When I got my order from Burpee for my plants, they didn't send my onions.  So, a month and a half later, I figured they weren't going to send them at all and went to our garden center and bought some.  Now, here's the funny part, I ordered 300 onion sets.  When they didn't arrive, I went and bought 360 onion sets.  Then UPS showed up yesterday and delivered my 300 onion sets.  Now, I have 660 onion sets!  What, may I ask, am I going to do with 660 onion sets?  Hmmmm?  I called my mil to see if she wanted any.  Well, I'll take some after they grow up.  Huh?  I don't want to grow them for you first!  I'm trying to get rid of them now!  Ok, fine, you can have a few after harvest.  But where am I going to put these things?  My garden isn't big enough!  I called my neighbor to see if SHE wanted any.  Well, I'll take a few, but not very many.  Ok, there goes about 15-20 of them.  Who else can I call?  I'll probably just dig up more ground and plant them all and give them away later.  Hey, Mom, when you come visit, I can give you some for your garden.  You know, that spot that used to be a garden?  You don't even have to weed them.  Just plant them and pick them.  You can even pick which color you want!  We have red, yellow, and white.  

&lt;/p&gt;Amy, if we lived near you, I would hire you to tutor Mystery Girl in Grammar.  We are doing Predicate Nominatives, Appositives, Direct Objects, Indirect Objects, and diagramming.  I know how you love to diagram and how much MG and I HATE it.  It's hard to teach something that you don't totaly understand. I get the nouns, verbs, and adjectives, but those darned PNs.......I can even teach Math and Allgebra in necessary.  I can figure them out, but this Grammar stuff is killing me!

&lt;/p&gt;Okay, this thing about Facebook, I don't want anyone to think that I am ignoring them or refusing to be their friend.  However, I don't think I will be continuing Facebook.  I have a very, very slow internet connection and it takes a very long time for anything to load.  I used to actually enjoy spending time on the internet, but now, it takes so long to get on most of the pages, that it is more bother than fun.  So, I will stick to the few things I am already involved in and skip this Facebook thing.  It looks as if it might be fun if my computer and internet were much faster.  Add to it that this is my most busy time of year, that I don't have much time to spend on the internet.  If people want to know what's up with me, they can read my blog.  That's the best way to reach me actually.  There and by e-mail.  I'm not open for junk mail tho.  Just nice e-mails and letters and such.  I don't like chain letters or fw: fw: fw: messages.  Some of the stuff is cool, but most of it is guilt letters.  Believe me, I do love people, I do appreciate my friends, I do love God and want his blessings on my family and yours.  I just think that the personal approach is better!  Unfortunately, I live in a different time zone than most of my family, so calling can get difficult.  But I do think of you all quite often.  I'm hoping that my letter writing will happen this summer.  With the price of stamps going up again, that may become more difficult tho.  Anyway, I read my sister's blog and hopefully, other members of my family and friends will start blogging.  It would be nice to know what's going on in your lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2030327207083918133-2135040571099141518?l=countryrana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/feeds/2135040571099141518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2030327207083918133&amp;postID=2135040571099141518&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2135040571099141518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2030327207083918133/posts/default/2135040571099141518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://countryrana.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='It&apos;s That Time of Year Again'/><author><name>Rana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02889601164417440389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
