<?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-3277833083867619602</id><updated>2012-01-01T14:05:02.443-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cindy's Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Mantra: "Live Like You Were Dying"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-2572239186766052749</id><published>2011-12-31T18:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T22:56:41.878-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back, moving forward</title><content type='html'>Counting Blessings:&lt;br /&gt;God blesses me every day.&amp;nbsp; Sadly, I don't thank Him enough.&lt;br /&gt;-a roof over my head&lt;br /&gt;-a soft, warm bed&lt;br /&gt;-running, clean water&lt;br /&gt;-food in the cupboards&lt;br /&gt;-a loving family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 Accomplishments:&lt;br /&gt;-Leader status with Weight Watchers&lt;br /&gt;-Appointed to the Creator Lutheran Church Council&lt;br /&gt;-Trip to Nebraska (without any one of the 4 being injured by one of the other 3.)&lt;br /&gt;-A ring, a date and a plan :))&lt;br /&gt;-Receptionist of the Year Award (for our Weight Watchers Territory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 Goals:&lt;br /&gt;-Marry the man who makes my heart sing&lt;br /&gt;-Use my God given talents to change another's life.&lt;br /&gt;-Hug my kids more often &lt;br /&gt;-Play tourist more often, in my own state.&lt;br /&gt;-Save up for a new car...better yet, WIN one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-2572239186766052749?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/2572239186766052749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=2572239186766052749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/2572239186766052749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/2572239186766052749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2011/12/looking-back-moving-forward.html' title='Looking back, moving forward'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-665736421300954565</id><published>2011-05-03T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:14:31.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusting off the ol' blog</title><content type='html'>Now that we are planning a trip to visit the family, I thought I'd get back to the family blogging business!  It is not like I haven't had anything to say.  Simply, I just got out of the habit of updating my blog.  Sorry, I am not going to write a novel and update everything that has happened over the last two years.  If you want to know, just ask...I will either respond with a post or an e-mail.  (Somethings are just not for public view on the world wide web!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are counting down the days and weeks until school is out.  It's hard to believe they will both be in high school next year!  Personally, I don't know if I'm ready to start up the Entertainment Committee, again.  We may have to buy a couple of bus passes to get them to and from the mall.  Fortunately, we live on a bus route. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm looking forward to traveling any time!  Even a trip up to the Columbia River Gorge is time well spent.  Still waiting for it to stop raining for more than a day, so we can go hiking!  We didn't make it up to Mt. Hood last year, so that's on the agenda for sometime this summer...if it ever stops snowing! (they got another 18 inches of snow just last weekend!)  Needless to say, with such a late ski season, the ski lifts will be working well into August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the visit to Nebraska, I don't care about seeing things/sites.  I am looking forward to catching up with friends and family.   A couple of Jaydee's friends have had or are having babies, so we are going to meet the new little ones, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to work, so I can pay for my playing!  :)&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-665736421300954565?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/665736421300954565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=665736421300954565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/665736421300954565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/665736421300954565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2011/05/dusting-off-ol-blog.html' title='Dusting off the ol&apos; blog'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-216701196353622484</id><published>2009-07-06T19:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:17:44.155-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying the area</title><content type='html'>I took the girls to the Columbia River Gorge today.  Some of the things we saw I have seen before.  One new adventure for me was to hike to the "top of the falls" at Multnomah Falls.  It's a mile hike each way.  Took us about 45 minutes to get to the top and about 20 to get back down.  It is quite the steep climb.  After lunch at the Multnomah Falls Lodge, we took the Old Columbia River highway, which is a scenic highway that winds along the Columbia River and has multiple stops to view waterfalls.  Some waterfalls, like Horsetail Falls is right next to the highway.  Others like Bridal Veil falls, which we didn't see today, are a bit of a hike from the parking area.  The highway climbs up to Crowne Point, which overlooks the Columbia River.  Just breathtaking.  Kendra and I walked the short distance from the parking spot to Latourel Falls.  Just standing on the path, you can feel the wind which the falling water creates.  Kendra was brave enough to walk across rocks to get to the edge of the pool of the waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;The weather was just perfect for hiking...upper 60's and a slight breeze.  Beautiful weather to enjoy beautiful scenery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-216701196353622484?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/216701196353622484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=216701196353622484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/216701196353622484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/216701196353622484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/07/enjoying-area.html' title='Enjoying the area'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3541310709767366912</id><published>2009-07-03T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:31:35.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The move</title><content type='html'>Thanks to an army of angels and a lot of blessings from God, we have made it to Oregon. Saturday, after the garage sale, I had a rude realization that it would take a miracle to completely clean out the townhouse by 4 on Sunday. I sent up a prayer, and started asking for help. God answered with 4 teen boys, one awesome former bus driver, three pick-ups, and two loving friends with vans. This army helped me donate all the furniture which didn't sell at the garage sale, and take care of the "dump or donate" process of my kitchen and storage closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after 4, we were on our way to the airport. If I had known you couldn't go through security at the Lincoln airport until 1 hour prior to your flight, we could have waited an hour. So we grabbed a bite to eat. The flights from Lincoln to Minneapolis, then Minneapolis to Portland were uneventful. We slept most of the flight from MN to OR. We were met at PDX by Terry, Chris and Whitny. After wrangling all of our bags and luggage into two vehicles, we grabbed a late supper/early breakfast, then headed to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, Terry picked us up and we were off to our new apartment. Herb and Linda arrived just as we finished bringing our luggage and bags to the apartment. Then an army of angels showed up.  Chris and Terry's cousin Tammy was available with a pick-up, her husband (Robin) and two teen-age sons(Robbie and Jamie).  The trailer was emptied in no time flat!  It was like a swarm of worker ants had taken over! Herb and Linda were on their way to re-load the trailer, to head back to Nebraska on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between Tammy's pick-up, Chris' mini-SUV, and Terry's car, we split up and started the hunt for bed frames and mattresses.  The girls got their mattresses set up, then we headed to IKEA (think Nebraska Furniture mart without the electronics, plus a Swedish touch.)  Kendra bought a bookshelf and CD shelf, and both girls bought closet hanging organizers.  I bought my headboard and frame, along with a tv stand for my room.  Back to the apartment, where the electric drills and back up batteries had been charging.  By 10 pm we had both beds set up, as well as accessories built and set up.  What a huge relief!  We were a day or two ahead of schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was car buying day.  I don't care what the end result is, I simply hate car shopping.  It may be stereotyping, but I hate being talked down to, because I'm female.  That being said, I did buy a silver 2004 Kia Rio.  It's a good little car that's supposed to get great gas mileage.  We will need to get used to non-electric door locks.  I have to remind myself and the girls to lock the doors when we get out of the car.  Terry wanted to make sure the brakes were in good working order, so we had them inspected at Midas.  The front brakes were brand new, and the back brakes were in good condition.  To be on the safe side, we replaced the brake shoes on the back. &lt;br /&gt;That night, Tammy and Robin invited us up to Vancouver (WA) for a BBQ and swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was kitchen supply day.  Walmart to the rescue.  Pots, pans, plates and flatware all taken care of, as well as a few stock-grocery items.  Spent most of the day, organizing and arranging what we had.  There are still about 10 totes/boxes sitting in the dining area to go through, but we are getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thurs. off to IKEA.  There was a dining table and chairs on sale for $59 that I decided was too good of a deal to pass up.  Also found a good coffee table.  Jaydee had found a mirror for her room, and asked for the car keys to put it into the car.  The next thing I know she's calling me saying she locked the keys in the car.  Knowing those two, I thought she was joking at first.  Thank God Chris was available to bail us out. My extra keys were on my nightstand at the apartment.  She picked Jaydee up, brought her back to the apartment to get my extra keys and then dropped her off at IKEA.  Nothing like a 4 hour trip to a furniture store.  We did manage to get the boxes into the car.  Kendra was a little cramped in the back seat, but we got back across Portland.  Another night of building furniture.  Forutnately, these didn't take long to put together.  I think Terry is ready to go back to work, after spending 4 evenings here putting furniture together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are on Friday.  There are still a lot of little things that need to be done, but all of the major items have been taken care of.  Next week, I will be working on school schedules and appointments related to that aspect.  Dusting off the resume' and hitting the help wanted ads are next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who have been praying.  As you can see, I have been beyond blessed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3541310709767366912?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3541310709767366912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3541310709767366912' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3541310709767366912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3541310709767366912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/07/move.html' title='The move'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-8117659525215994091</id><published>2009-06-16T20:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:12:25.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a breather</title><content type='html'>Coming up for air, really.  Classes for the quarter finished last Thursday.  I finally got around to checking my grades, last night.  My overall GPA is 3.70.  There is a D+ in there that won't transfer for credits, which should increase the GPA some.  I'll know exactly where I stand with classes and such in about a month.  (First, I need to schedule my appointment with PSU admissions office.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The packing is coming along slowly.  Two weeks ago, I cleaned out the majority of the garage.  I ran out of time (and energy) as the sun was setting and it's really creepy out there after dark, even with a light on.  Jaydee is really being a great help.  She can pack more into a box or tote than I ever could, without breaking anything.  She even has a white board with a listing of how many boxes are in the garage, empty, half full (or empty...however you look at it! lol) and how many need resorting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have found a home for the ferret.  Another worry that has been taken care of...and my car has been sold to a friend whose car is worse off than mine.  As it turns out God really does know what he is doing.  My friend has a co-worker who is buying her car from her, as their car is completely out of commission. The adage of "one man's trash is another man's treasure" certainly fits here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for work, we have found my replacement, and I am training her.  It turns out our daughters are friends!  I am not sure if we had just not met, or I simply didn't remember meeting.  She mentioned her 12 year old daughter, who attended the same school as Kendra.  That is how we made the connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Kendra, I have only seen her for about 48 hours since school let out.  Before anyone gets any crazy ideas that I have lost her, she is taking advantage of being able to spend time with friends and family.  The first night out of school, she spent at a friends.  I picked her up there, took her home long enough to pack for a week.  Joe and Angela (with Jacob) picked the girls up to spend time at their place, before we moved.  Last Friday, I met Angela in David City to pick Kendra up.  She was home long enough to wash her laundry and re-pack; this time for a week at camp.  Sunday afternoon that's where we were off to.  I pick her up this Friday, just in time for the Gatewood family reunion on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaydee has been hanging out with friends whenever she can, too.  Due to already scheduled appointments, she was only able to spend the weekend at Joe's.  Then she ended up with Tonsilitis, and on antibiotics.  Oh the joys of summer! (Thank God it wasn't e-coli or the Swine flu.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...had to go back to the last posting to see what I've updated and haven't...&lt;br /&gt;Oh I do have an address to move to!  To help the girls get an idea of what it will look like, I printed off copies of the floor plan.  Kendra looks at it and says "this thing on the living room wall...is that a tv?"  I had to tell her it was a fireplace.  We'll be on the third floor, and will have a balcony.  The balcony faces Mt. Talbert, and as long as a tree is not in the middle of the view, we should be able to see the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks we will be making a lot of changes and adjustments.  As soon as we are somewhat settled in, I'll post some pictures of the new place (and the view!)  For sanity purposes, cable and internet will be set up on the same day we move in.  As anyone who has moved knows, settling in and being ready are two entirely different things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-8117659525215994091?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/8117659525215994091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=8117659525215994091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8117659525215994091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8117659525215994091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/06/taking-breather.html' title='Taking a breather'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-4217846412790740052</id><published>2009-05-07T20:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:23:25.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin up/update</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a month since I've posted anything.  That is a good indication of how my life has been.  Crazy and beyond crazy, it seems.  The Philosophy class (Creative and Critical Thinking) is more work than I thought it would be.  (I mean, how difficult could Philosophy be anyway?!)  Just a few more weeks of community college!  I may have to take one or two more classes so that I can start at PSU as a Jr., instead of a Soph., but that's do-able.&lt;br /&gt;This month, I have discovered that it doesn't matter how much planning a person can do, God always has much better ideas!  When I started to plan the move to Oregon, I had 4 "game plans" on how to get the girls, myself and our things to Oregon.  About a month ago, I posted a prayer request on facebook.  One of the prayers was someone with a pickup and/or trailer to move us, so I didn't have to drive a UHaul.  A friend from church comes to me saying "my mom lives in Portland, and I have to go out in June to pick up some antique furniture of hers.  They are moving her to an assisted living facility.  I'll have an empty trailer going out, you are welcome to fill it."&lt;br /&gt;Cool!  Now all I have to do is pack the car, and drive the 3 days with the girls, right?  Wrong.  In order to register a vehicle in Oregon, it has to pass an emissions test.  The "check engine" light cannot be on, in order to pass this test.  I brought my car to the mechanic to replace the Oxygen sensor, which I had been told was the reason for the check engine light.  He comes back and says it's the catalytic converter that is affecting the Oxygen sensors.  One thing leads to another, and the grand total to bring my car up to Oregon standards is $3k to 4k.  After a few hours of frustration, God speaks to me through Terry, saying "God is blessing you by not having you on the road with the girls, and breaking down in the middle of UT or WY."  The decision has been made to sell or scrap the car here, fly to OR (instead of drive) and buy a car when I get to OR for what it would cost to repair the one here.&lt;br /&gt;Even the "fly to OR" plan has shifted some.  I had planned on flying out of Omaha, since it is usually cheaper.  Guess again!  Out of curiosity, I thought I'd check flights out of Lincoln...maybe there will be a sale, since they have just added a couple of new routes.  God has moved again!  There was one flight available at a much lower rate than the others in the 3-day frame I was looking at.  I really shouldn't be shocked, but it was Sunday night, which is the time-frame I was really wanting to be on.  To fly the 3 of us was $5 cheaper than driving to Omaha.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I need now is an address!&lt;br /&gt;Now it's down to packing and purging.  It's amazing how much stuff can accumulate over 10 years.  Found a tote of baby clothes in the garage...and the baby of the family is 12!  Jaydee went through those and separated the good from the bad.  We will be donating some to Goodwill, and the rest will go to a family friend.  I think it is finally warm enough to pack away the winter items.  The Southwood Youth Group has a garage sale scheduled for May 23.  I'll be donating some things there.  The rest will be "donated, dumped or packed," over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Also on the "to-do" list is to hire and train my replacement at work.  I never realized how hard it is to write down everything you do on a daily basis.  Most often than not, I do things without thinking about the step-by-step how-to process.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'm forgetting somethings which have happened over the last month.  But these were the big ones, so to speak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4217846412790740052?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4217846412790740052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4217846412790740052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4217846412790740052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4217846412790740052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/05/catchin-upupdate.html' title='Catchin up/update'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-8364534526575606215</id><published>2009-04-05T22:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:51:20.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have posted my gratitude list, and is long over due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God's daily provisions.  It may be simple to some, but for those who have lost the roof over their heads, it is a big thing.&lt;br /&gt;-God putting the right people in my life, at the right time.  I thank Him daily for those who lift me up with their words of praise and support.&lt;br /&gt;-God has blessed me by opening doors so that I can inspire people to reach their goals, especially in reaching a healthier weight.&lt;br /&gt;-The offer of a friend driving their Suburban pulling their trailer, to move our things to OR.&lt;br /&gt;-Tax refund, instead of having to pay (like I thought I would.)&lt;br /&gt;-The honor to be asked to sponsor a young man for his baptism, as well as Kendra being asked.  (proud momma, too!)&lt;br /&gt;-A friend replacing my study Bible, when they found out my old one (literally) fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;-Celebrating with a young lady who has survived a year with a new heart.&lt;br /&gt;-Having a snow storm move north and miss our area (praying for those affected though.)&lt;br /&gt;-(as always) Hugs and cups of coffee from friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-8364534526575606215?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/8364534526575606215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=8364534526575606215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8364534526575606215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8364534526575606215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/04/attitude-of-gratitude.html' title='Attitude of Gratitude'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-980374178319751371</id><published>2009-04-02T10:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:01:31.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Life is crazy and getting crazier.&lt;br /&gt;So much for keeping up with "plans for 2009."  Teach me for setting goals without actually planning anything.  The areas I have actual plans for are falling into place.  (Says something about setting goals!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Portland.  I'm glad I decided to actually visit the apartments I had found online, instead of going in blindly.  (Yes, I could have had Terry visit for me, but he can't give me the "gut check" I was looking for.)  I had three places that are in the school district I want to live in, that had 3 BR in my rent range.  The first one we visited was very well maintained, and I felt comfortable there.  I did put my name on their waiting list for a 3 BR.  The second one we stopped at was "out to lunch," and would be back for almost an hour.  We decided to catch that one later.  Off to the third one on my list.  When we pulled up there were 5 or 6 teenage guys loitering (truly no other word for what they were doing) in front of the office door.  We went ahead and toured the facility and 3BR show apt.  It was ok, but just didn't like the feeling I had while there.  That one is now on the "only if I'm desperate" list.  The next day, we went back to the one we missed.  The property manager was very chatty, and gave me some info. on the schools (her daughters will also be in high school and middle school next fall.)  Felt good about wanting to live there and glad we went back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flight from Portland to Denver, my row mate and I started chatting.  It turns out he lives in Omaha and is also moving to Portland this summer.  We exchanged e-mails and ph. numbers.  Sharing the cost of a UHaul rental, plus the fuel, appeals to both of us.  It's amazing how God puts people into our lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the other aspects of my life.  Classes start again tonight.  This quarter I am taking "Creative and Critical Thinking," as well as "Intro. to Humanities."  Not real thrilled about either class, but need to take them to fulfill requirements to transfer.  At least I'm able to take one online.  Two classes on Tues and Thurs was not something I was looking forward to, as I would not have gotten home until after 9.  The days are long enough as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else on the "to do" list revolves around moving.  Need to get apps. sent in to the top two apartments.  Then it's wait and see if a 3 BR is avail., and where.  As I have been saying we are "purging, planning, and packing."  There are totes stuffed into closets that have non-essentials already packed, thanks to Jaydee.  Cleaning out closets and cupboards is another task as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-980374178319751371?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/980374178319751371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=980374178319751371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/980374178319751371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/980374178319751371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7046034280025039180</id><published>2009-02-01T14:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:24:08.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month down, 11 to go in 2009</title><content type='html'>Here are the results, so far, of my plans for 2009...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move to Portland:&lt;br /&gt;We've started to pack some things that can be stored.  Another trip or two to Goodwill seems to be on my horizon.&lt;br /&gt;Weight: Only gained 3 lbs over the holidays.  Now I'm back under the goal weight.  I'm part of a work group who is working on being more fit, and healthier over the next two months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health: I need to rethink this goal.  The original was a bit vague and needs better definition.  One area that I really need to focus on is exercise.  That being said, I am setting the goal of 30 minutes of exercise, at least 5 days a week.  First challenge: there are only so many hours in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit: Still working with the Youth Group.  In answering some of their dilemmas, I learned more about myself.  In looking at my life before Christ vs. after (receiving) Christ, I see how I have changed.  Of course spirituality is a journey, not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money: A bit of a challenge, at the moment.  At least, this year, I'm prepared for the hours at work being cut back.  It seems to be the pattern of the last two years.  Saying "it's not in the budget," when the girls want something that isn't really needed, is getting easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships: The trip to Oregon in January seemed to bond the girls and me.  The plane ride and layovers gave us even more time to sit and talk.  One flight attendant called us "the reading row."  Had to laugh at that observation.  Jaydee surprised me by showing interest in the end of the Oregon Trail, and where Lews &amp;amp; Clark made it to the Pacific.  (Those visits will have to wait until we move.)  I'm excited that we actually have an interest in common!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7046034280025039180?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7046034280025039180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7046034280025039180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7046034280025039180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7046034280025039180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/02/1-month-down-11-to-go-in-2009.html' title='1 month down, 11 to go in 2009'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3943372008613277594</id><published>2009-01-26T11:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T12:02:22.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My high school years</title><content type='html'>So that I don't bog down Janell's blog, I'm answering her question here.  (see the link to the left)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just moved to Wayne, the spring before my Freshman year.  I didn't know a soul in my class on the first day.  Playing volleyball, I made friends with a girl named MaryAnn.  Through her, I met Joni and Dori.  I don't remember how Colette and Judy ended up in the group of "outsiders," but they did.  I'm still in contact with MaryAnn, Colette and Judy, as well as Jeanna, who was in our class our Sophomore and Junior years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-shirts and blue jeans were primarily my style.  Added the "required" leg warmers and mini skirts, when they were popular. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite bands were: Loverboy, DefLeppard, KISS and Quiet Riot.  I've seen all of these bands in concert, a couple of them more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for school: I was a B-average student.  The classes I didn't do so well in were Science (somethings will never change,) and US History.  The US History could have been a better grade, but I could not stand the teacher...Male Chauvenist Pig.  Since Mom wouldn't let me play drums, I opted for choir instead.  My Senior year was the first year computer classes were an option, which I did take.  I did play Volleyball my Fr. and So. years, but quit due to work.  Tried Basketball my Fr. year, but didn't spent most of my time on the bench, so didn't bother after that.  My Sr. year I got a wild hair and threw Shot Put...or at least made a valiant effort.  Let's just say it was not a talent of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Janell, since my daughters read these blogs, I'm pleading the 5th in regards to my extra-curricular activities.  I worked to pay for play/partying.  Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3943372008613277594?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3943372008613277594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3943372008613277594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3943372008613277594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3943372008613277594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-high-school-years.html' title='My high school years'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5097582107835589067</id><published>2009-01-21T12:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:03:50.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Oregon</title><content type='html'>That's pretty much what Jaydee and Kendra got, last weekend. We flew out of Omaha, Friday night and returned last night. By the time we got to our hotel, it was midnight. Needless to say, a bit late to do anything. The combination of time change and jet lag wasn't allowing excess energy, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Terry picked us up and we went to Seaside, OR to see the coast. The hour + ride is through a small mountain chain (don't remember the name, though) making it a pretty drive. When Jaydee was preparing to go swimming, I kept telling her it probably wouldn't be warm enough to do that. Boy, was I wrong! The temps were between 65-70 and the sun was shining brightly. She not only "jumped in" (for lack of words), but Kendra even kicked her shoes off, rolled her jeans up and walked in, too. That was when Kendra's phone decided to "jump in," too. (disclaimer: it has become a part of her body, so I didn't even think about it being in her shirt pocket.) After the initial panic, and assurances that we would try to get her another phone while still in Oregon, she went back to the water and the shell collecting mission they were on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we hadn't planned on the girls getting all wet, we stopped at one of the (many) little shops and bought souvenir sweats for them. Seaside is really geared towards the tourists. There are a bunch of little shops along the main street. Some of them are pricey boutiques, some gift shops and some bargain shops. While the girls were changing into dry clothes, we realized it was getting close to sunset. To kill time, we stopped at an ice cream shoppe, then walked back to the beach to watch the sun set. Jaydee took some real good pictures of the sun setting on the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls wanted to buy some trinkets for their friends, so we stopped in a gift shop. This place was so packed with things, I became claustrophobic after a while! We grabbed supper at "Pig N a Blanket," which is a local IHOP-type chain, then drove back to Portland. It was still a little to early to go back to the hotel, so Terry showed us some places to really see the city lights. One was on Mt. Tabor. We would have walked to the summit, but we didn't have a flashlight. The other spot is called Rocky Butte. Until it was closed down in the 70's, a prison was housed within this butte. Now it's a viewpoint of the city. When Terry was explaining this, Kendra didn't hear "used to be," and thought the prison was still operational. Jaydee got wind of this and started teasing her about prisoners coming after her. (kids!) If the wind wasn't so biting cold, we would have spent more time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was Jaydee's birthday. Originally, we had planned on letting her go skiing on Mt. Hood. Last month's record snowfall has created avalanches and flooding, so her second choice was to go ice skating. Terry's niece Whitney and her friends, Gina and Heather, took Jaydee and Kendra skating, then shopping/mall-ratting. After playing cards with Terry's mom, Bobbie and sister, Chris, we met up with the "teens" and played a round of putt-putt golf. Word got out that it was Jaydee's birthday. Chris and her cousin Tammy, bought a cake and added decorations to it.  We wrapped the day up at a local pizza favorite, and surprised Jaydee with the cake and some birthday cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I had planned on being "on our own," since Terry had to work.  I knew where the bus stops were, and Terry could help with any necessary planning.  If we got downtown, we could take the light rail/MAX to see other parts of the city, too.  Instead, Chris, Kim (Terry's other sister) and Whitney said they would drive us around.  Before we left the hotel, Terry called to say there were enough drivers, and he managed to get the day off.  While we waited for Terry to get ready, we found an AT&amp;amp;T store to replace Kendra's phone.  The rep. informs us that the cheapest phone was $149, but if we bought a pay-as-you-go phone, and brought it back to the store, they would install a SIM card for free.  (This would connect the phone to the already existing line.)  Since that didn't take long, we walked next door to the pet store.  Four teenagers ooohing and aaaahing over puppies is just the funniest thing to watch! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got everyone together, we decided a late lunch was in order.  There's this little diner, I think it was called "Pancake &amp;amp; Steaks House."  This is the type of place a WW person could spend all of their daily points, and then some, on one meal.  Everything is made from scratch, including the omelets, when they crack the eggs right in front of you.  The fries and hashbrowns are from raw potatoes, and the hamburgers are fresh-not-frozen.  Of course portions are big enough for truck drivers, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we ate, we were trying to decide what to do next.  The zoo was a suggestion, but it closed within the hour.  (would have been a "cheap date," too...they were having a food drive, and it just cost a can of food to get in.)  The boardwalk was a short distance from where we were eating, and the sun was just going down.  The lights reflecting on the Willamette River are always a great sight to see.  A good way to walk off the big meal we just ate, too!  After the boardwalk, we wrapped the day up at Clackamas Town Centre (mall.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, was the trip home.  Both flights from Portland to Denver, then Denver to Omaha were uneventful.  The Denver to Omaha leg was a bit bumpy, but all in all, it was good.  All three of us got a lot of reading done on the flights.  One flight attendant called us the "reading row." lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great weather.  Lots of fun, sun and smiles.  Couldn't ask for much more in a trip!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5097582107835589067?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5097582107835589067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5097582107835589067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5097582107835589067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5097582107835589067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/01/taste-of-oregon.html' title='Taste of Oregon'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7473554194582400949</id><published>2009-01-01T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:57:41.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans for 2009</title><content type='html'>Like last year, I am not making resolutions, but plans for 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plans start out as dreams."  That is one thing I have learned about setting goals.  With that in mind, a lot of my plans for 2009 revolve around moving to Portland, OR to attend classes at Portland State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I am going to be working on the five areas being highlighted on &lt;em&gt;Oprah&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Oprah and Friends: on XMRadio&lt;/em&gt;.  These areas are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight- As many know, it is easier to lose the weight than maintain a weight loss.  As a receptionist for Weight Watchers, I am able to listen to multiple meetings every week.  In order to maintain my Lifetime status, I have to remain within 2 lbs. of my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health - Even though I am at a healthier weight, I know I can do better in choosing healthier things to eat.  Toning up (as Jaydee and Kendra have pointed out) "squishy" things, like the "batwings" on my arms, is one area I need to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit - In my opinion this is more of a journey than a "goal."  I will continue to work with the Youth Group at my church.  When we move to Portland, I will continue working with Youth, at Creator Lutheran Church.  Daily devotions and Bible discussions (when they arise) are part of this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money - Just like weight loss/maintenance, this is a life style change.  I plan to continue working with my budget plan, with the goal of being debt-free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships - The most important relationship in my life is with my daughters.  Spending more one-on-one time, with each of them, is one way I plan to strengthen this relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like in 2008, I will be posting an update as to how things are going with my plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7473554194582400949?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7473554194582400949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7473554194582400949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7473554194582400949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7473554194582400949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/01/plans-for-2009.html' title='Plans for 2009'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-4585184517046853661</id><published>2009-01-01T20:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:27:48.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 results</title><content type='html'>Weight- Goal has been achieved.  Now that the holidays are over, I can get back on track, and drop the few pounds that snuck back onto the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education- Still on track with this long-term goal.  It looks like I will be taking another science with lab class, as I didn't do so well with Anatomy (gag).  Ok maybe my attitude about Anatomy had a little to do with the grade I got.  (What WAS I thinking!? taking this course online?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial- Lesson learned...don't panic when the stock market drops. I've really had to just not look at my Roth IRA info.  It is what it is.  I need to remember I am buying stocks on sale.  Otherwise, I've paid off a lot of little bills, and am now whittling down the larger ones.  In working with a budget, I am able to set aside money for the upcoming move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization- My room is still clean and organized!  The "elephant" aka my office has been fermenting for the last month or so.  Just too many things going on.  Looks like this will be moving into 2009!  (I never said I was going to be perfect!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel- I had an awesome year travelling!  Two trips to Oregon.  One trip to Montana and another to Idaho.  This morning, Kendra's "word of the day" on dictionary.com was "wonderlust."  She said she thought of me right away!  :)  What more can I say?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4585184517046853661?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4585184517046853661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4585184517046853661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4585184517046853661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4585184517046853661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-results.html' title='2008 results'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6538278396794961452</id><published>2008-12-18T09:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:09:11.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering Janell's question...</title><content type='html'>Janell has asked that I explain the "2nd birthday" mentioned in my "Fabulous at 43" posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us that we will be "born again," when we accept Jesus Christ as our Savior and Redeemer.  We will become new again.  I don't recall where I heard it referred to as a "2nd birthday," but I like the image the phrase brings to mind.  A true day of celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take this a step further, here is my testimony:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August 2001, I had been praying fervently about an offer to become a Stephen's Minister.  At the time, I had been doing a lot of Bible study and had prayed "The Sinner's Prayer," but my heart wasn't fully into the prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, in my dream, I was dressed in white, in a white room, surrounded by white.  I was on my knees praying "Lord Jesus, I am a sinner and am not worthy of you.  Please come into my life and be my Savior."  My elbow was touched and I stood up, as I was told "You are a Bride of Christ."  I was filled with such a powerful feeling I woke up and sat straight up in bed.  When I looked at the clock, it read 2:11 a.m.  I had the urge to get up and start talking to people about Jesus! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had the answer to the prayer about becoming a Stephen's Minister.  When I called Pastor Ryan the following day, I told him he almost had a phone call at 2:11 a.m.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6538278396794961452?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6538278396794961452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6538278396794961452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6538278396794961452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6538278396794961452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/12/answering-janells-question.html' title='Answering Janell&apos;s question...'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5677992819239637612</id><published>2008-12-15T10:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:58:01.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous at 43!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Inspired by Janell's list. I have less than 30 days to compile a list of things about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. I rode a Zip Line, for the first time, this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. I enjoy water tubing and white water rafting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. Skydiving is on my "Bucket List."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I rode a ski lift for the first time in my life, in August of this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. The only other country I have been to is Canada...didn't even need a passport, at the time. I still don't own a passport.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. On Nov. 1, 2008, I reached Lifetime status at Weight Watchers. Total weight loss (over almost 2 years) 63 lbs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. The last dress I bought for myself, was in the Jr's section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I'm a cool mom, because I can make my kids tell me to turn the music down! lol :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. I have been in every state west of the Missouri, and a couple to the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. Hi, my name is Cindy and I'm a chocoholic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. I'm a techno-geek wannabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. My second birthday is in August, 2001. If you don't know what a second birthday is, talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. My last birthday was spent making funeral arrangements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. I have lead an Internment (for lack of words) Service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. The craziest trip I have been on (so far) was traveling through 10 states in 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I hate birthday presents wrapped in Christmas paper. (Comics/funny pages are completely acceptable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. I've been drinking coffee since I was 4. (to the smartass remarks...no, that's not all day, every day since then.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. My theme song is "Live Like You're Dying." Yes, it's a freakin country western song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. I got my first tattoo for my 40th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I have stood in the middle of a dormant volcano (Mt. Tabor in Portland, OR,) driven through a volcanic ash bed (Crater of the Moon, ID,) and stood in/by an active "super" volcano (Yellowstone National Park.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. When I say "Oh my God," or "Oh God," I'm sending up a prayer, basically saying "Lord, help me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. My current career goal is to be a Youth Leader/Director or counselor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I've had two concussions...one with stitches in the chin, and the other with a skull fracture. I've been told I had a spinal tap, as a result of the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. I gave birth (twice) without any drugs, except for a local analgesic, because the whole idea of putting a needle in my back, for an epidural, just made me nuts! (I'm guessing the reaction was due to the spinal tap mentioned in #22.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. I have been a Portland TrailBlazers fan since 1982. (Jack Ramsey's coaching era.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. I have been a Kansas City Royals fan since 1980 (George Brett Era.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. I have been to professional baseball and basketball games, but not a professional football game.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. I remember sitting on a stool, in Mom's kitchen, listening to the Nebraska Cornhuskers' football game, announced by Lyle B., on KFAB, when I was in Kindergarten.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. I've seen both kinds of Redwood trees, but can't remember the two different types.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. My favorite birthday cake was the Christmas Tree, Grandma Mabel made. (May have to borrow the picture from Mom.) The only exception to the "no blending birthday and Christmas" rule.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. The first concert I went to was with my mom, grandma, sister and a couple of friends, to the Beach Boys at the Nebraska State Fair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. The most recent concert I went to was with my sister and my daughters, to the Def Leppard/Billy Idol concert at the Qwest Center.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12.  My favorite place on Earth is Multnomah Falls, OR&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. My passion for travel landed me on my current goal path of becoming a Youth Director. (Note to others: Joking around about "filling a spot" as a sponsor for a trip is not recommended, unless you really want to go!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. I have hiked in Colorado, Idaho and Oregon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. I am a published photographer.  Ok it was the cover of our church directory, but it's published nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. I can drive a manual transmission, but I ride the clutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. I can drive a motorcycle, but have a problem getting it out of Neutral into First gear.  (Guess the Harley Davidson, on the Bucket List, will have to be an Automatic! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Taking lessons at The Richard Petty Driving School, in Las Vegas, is on my Bucket List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. I've sat in a car during a snowstorm on Donner Pass, for 3 hours.  Even watched a snowball fight! lol Learned how to "chain up," on that trip, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. I firmly believe God answers all prayers.  The answer may not be the one you want to hear, and it may not be on your time line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. I have been on 4 mission trips, as a Youth Sponsor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. My favorite verse in the Bible is Matthew 7:7, followed very closely by Phillipians 4:13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. I believe every word of the Apostle's Creed, including (especially?) "He WILL return."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5677992819239637612?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5677992819239637612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5677992819239637612' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5677992819239637612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5677992819239637612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/12/fabulous-at-43.html' title='Fabulous at 43!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5452187997806810446</id><published>2008-12-11T09:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:50:10.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 goals - 11 months down, 1 to go!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I'm a little behind schedule this month.  I just realized, this morning, that I haven't updated my goals.  Last week, Terry was visiting.  This week is Finals week...plus the holidays = one crazy schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I reached my Weight Watchers goal, I am now a Lifetime member.  That means, as long as I am within 2 lbs. of my goal, I can attend meetings for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned, this week is Finals Week. Tuesday is my final test for this quarter, and it's a doozy, with 3 hours scheduled! (I have come to the conclusion that some classes, such as Anatomy are totally useless in real life.  God made it, and it is good...enough said!)  Next quarter starts in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINANCES&lt;br /&gt;One more "big bill" is paid off!  Whohoo! happy dance!  More money I can put towards the "little bills" and the move.  It's amazing what a real budget can do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAVEL&lt;br /&gt;Does putting 300 miles on your car, in one day, driving all over the state you live in count?  That was last Friday!  Terry and I visited Norfolk, Wayne and Fremont, as well as "drive-thrus" of Oakland and Lyons.  Otherwise, the next trip is in January, when the girls and I travel to Portland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORGANIZATION&lt;br /&gt;The elephant (aka my home office) is missing a tusk and a knee cap.  It still needs a major overhaul, but most of the rest of the house has been organized.  Jaydee was supposed to organize the closet in my current bedroom.  She not only did that, but organized my bedroom as well.  (I think I've found where she put most things!) I tackled more of the garage.  There is still a bunch of stuff that need to be gone through...just one of those time consuming things.  At least I can park my car in the garage again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5452187997806810446?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5452187997806810446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5452187997806810446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5452187997806810446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5452187997806810446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-goals-11-months-down-1-to-go.html' title='2008 goals - 11 months down, 1 to go!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-2107695188261534789</id><published>2008-11-25T11:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T10:06:59.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0); font-style: normal; font-family: Arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;Give thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt; in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 63, 0); font-family: Arial;"&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:18 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the people who have prayed for me, and my daughters.&lt;br /&gt;-my many circles of friends&lt;br /&gt;-mentors&lt;br /&gt;-the many wonderful adventures and journeys I have been on, this year.&lt;br /&gt;-freedom (singing "I Am Free!," by the Newsboys)&lt;br /&gt;-opportunities to try new things, this year: rock wall climbing, riding a Zip line, water tubing, riding a ski lift (in the summer...no I didn't ski!)&lt;br /&gt;-women in history like Alice Paul, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, and M. Sanger.&lt;br /&gt;-witnessing two special baptisms&lt;br /&gt;-3 nails + 1 cross&lt;br /&gt;-modern technology: internet, webcams, skype (haven't used this one, yet, but on the wish list), cell phones, text messages...all of the wonderful ways to stay connected to one another!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless those who visit my blog, as He has blessed me beyond my dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-2107695188261534789?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/2107695188261534789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=2107695188261534789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/2107695188261534789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/2107695188261534789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-honor-of-thanksgiving.html' title='In honor of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-1696421655490561920</id><published>2008-11-12T10:45:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:13:25.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching and preaching</title><content type='html'>Recently, a friend and I were discussing how much we had learned over the last few years, in our journey(s) of faith.   Here are some lessons I have learned, along my journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I woke up this morning, God isn't done with me, yet.&lt;br /&gt;-From a hike on a mountain in Colorado: "Just a little farther," may be what God is telling you, when you have hit a plateau on any goal.  (and) The feeling of "I'm not going to make it..." doesn't matter, once you get to the top.&lt;br /&gt;-If you're not on your knees daily, God will drive you there.  Also, He will lead you to where he needs you.&lt;br /&gt;-God ALWAYS answers prayers.  The answer may not be the one you think it needs to be, and it may not be in the timing you want it to be.  Just like a good parent, sometimes the answer is "not right now," or "maybe later."&lt;br /&gt;-The best things in life are worth waiting for.  If it's not worth waiting for, it's probably not worth it to begin with.  That doesn't mean don't take advantages of opportunities, when they present themselves.  An opportunity may never return again.&lt;br /&gt;-I'd rather regret doing something, than regret not trying.  Living a life without regrets, does not mean a life without risk.  If you really thought about it, many of us would not exist if wasn't for someone taking a risk.  Ancestors taking the risk of crossing an ocean.  A young man taking the risk of walking across the room to ask a young lady to dance.  An adventurous couple taking the risk offered during the "Homestead Act," or following the Oregon Trail.&lt;br /&gt;-Never turn down coffee, especially with an old friend.  You never know what you'll learn.&lt;br /&gt;-"Tears teach" (Dr. Robin Smith) It's up to us to learn the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;-It's better to learn how to get out of Hell, than it is to learn how to install and operate an air conditioning system into Hell. (paraphrased from Dr. Robin Smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General observations:&lt;br /&gt;-"the poor will be rich." has been proven with the fall of many financial businesses.  The good Lord giveth, and he taketh away.  Along the same lines...when a giant falls, they will often take smaller people with them.&lt;br /&gt;-It's amazing what a child hears, when you really don't think they are listening or even paying attention to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done, yet...as I'm still on my journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-1696421655490561920?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/1696421655490561920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=1696421655490561920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1696421655490561920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1696421655490561920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/11/teaching-and-preaching.html' title='Teaching and preaching'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5774020354563877156</id><published>2008-11-02T19:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:51:51.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months down 2 to go</title><content type='html'>Weight-&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I earned my Lifetime membership at Weight Watchers.  As long as I am within 2 lbs of my goal (going over...under can be as much as 1o lbs.,) I don't have to pay for a meeting.  As for becoming a WW Leader, that will have to wait until I move to OR.  However, I am currently in training to be a WW Receptionist.  The territory manager has agreed to help me transfer, when I move, as well as put in a recommendation to put me through Leader training.&lt;br /&gt;Education-&lt;br /&gt;Mid-term for this quarter is this week.  Hating Anatomy with a passion.  May have to retake this class, in person, next time.  The Women's Issues class is going well.  In 10 days, I sign up for the Winter quarter.  At the rate I'm going, I will probably have to take a Foreign Language course, this summer, at Clackamas Community College.  Unfortunately, the two classes which are available (in Lincoln) are 4 days a week classes.  One is during the day, and the boss won't let me take time off.  The other is right after work, which would mean I don't get home until 7:30 Mon-Thurs.&lt;br /&gt;Finance-&lt;br /&gt;Holding steady and staying on track in this category.  Had a welcome surprise when I got my natural gas bill in Oct.  Due to a rebate (given to all customers,) it was onlyl $12! &lt;br /&gt;Travel-&lt;br /&gt;Only thing on the radar is the trip to Oregon in January.  I'm taking the girls to visit Portland, so they have an idea of what to expect when we move.&lt;br /&gt;Organization-&lt;br /&gt;This is still a work in progress.  Some time in November, I am renting a dumpster to do a whole house + garage clean.  My home office is half completed.  It had become a dumping area...when in doubt, put it in the office.  As the saying goes, one step at a time...or "the only way to eat an elephant is one bite at a time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5774020354563877156?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5774020354563877156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5774020354563877156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5774020354563877156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5774020354563877156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-months-down-2-to-go.html' title='10 months down 2 to go'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-429818143702606962</id><published>2008-10-01T08:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:18:41.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 goals - update</title><content type='html'>...on time even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight-&lt;br /&gt;I have reached my Weight Watchers goal.  This time next month, I will be a Lifetime member.  This means I can attend meetings for free, as long as I am within 2 lbs. of my goal.  Tomorrow, I have an interview with Weight Watchers' Territory Manager, to become a Leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education-&lt;br /&gt;The Summer quarter at SCC is complete, and I still have a 4.0 GPA.  I wasn't so sure about being able to hold the 4.0, mid-way through the Business Communications class, as I only had a B+.  Now I have 52 credits out of the needed 90, so I'm past the halfway mark!  The Fall quarter starts tomorrow.  I am taking Human Anatomy online and Women's Social Issues on campus (on Saturdays.)&lt;br /&gt;In addition to credit classes, I am also taking "The Making of a Champion" class.  I have been asked to be a mentor, during classes, due to my Stephens Ministry training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance-&lt;br /&gt;I am shifting my goal in the finance arena, but for the better.  I am still striving to pay off all debts, to become debt-free.  Now my focus is learning to live on 90%.  For the time being, the 10% is going towards the move to Oregon.  After the move, I plan to continue to live on 90%, with the other 10% to go towards either education, travel, or retirement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel-&lt;br /&gt;This hasn't changed since last month.  There are no trips on the calendar between now and the end of the year.  The girls and I are still going to be in Oregon in January, for an extended weekend trip.  Other than that, I've been playing travel agent to friends...oh and my boss.  That's fine by me!  I love the challenge of finding the best price for trips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization-&lt;br /&gt;The house is more organized than it has been, but still needs improvements.  I am buying one tote a week, to use for moving.  Jaydee has been earning her extra spending by sorting and storing non-daily items.  She also created shelves out of baskets in our vanity area, to help clear the counter top.  I told her she should become the next Peter Walsh, from "Clean Sweep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is the 10 month check up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-429818143702606962?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/429818143702606962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=429818143702606962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/429818143702606962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/429818143702606962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/10/2008-goals-update.html' title='2008 goals - update'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-5635917894860567770</id><published>2008-09-16T08:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:55:32.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Making of a Champion</title><content type='html'>A few years ago, before I really started to focus on setting goals, with steps, an opportunity was given to me to attend a goal-setting class.  One of our church members was trying to start a class called "The Making of a Champion."  Since the first conversation, his wife became ill and the class had been put on the back burner.  A few months ago, his wife passed away from the disease she had.  (She was a bit of a mentor to me, and is missed.)  Last night, we had our first class.  This is a 14 week course, so it will actually be my 3rd class for this quarter.  It just doesn't count for credit towards my degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered, last night, that I am not a beginner in this journey.  I'm more of an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;amateur&lt;/span&gt;.  On the other hand, I can see how I can use the lessons of this class, to work with Youth in setting their goals and achieving them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5635917894860567770?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5635917894860567770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5635917894860567770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5635917894860567770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5635917894860567770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/09/making-of-champion.html' title='The Making of a Champion'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-103266887194784767</id><published>2008-09-11T09:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:49:29.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>As most are today, I am remembering "where I was..."  At the time, I was working at the local newspaper, in the accounting office.  I had just gotten to my desk, when someone from the newsroom came in saying "a plane hit a building in NYC."  A bunch of us went out to see what she was talking about.  The tv in the newsroom had the news on.  As we were watching the damage to the first building, the second building was hit, right before our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning was intense.  It seemed like everyone in the world was waiting for "what's next?"  Being in the news business, there was also the shuffle in the newsroom to get a Special Edition out, and round up "hawkers" to sell them.  I remember not being able to sit still, so I volunteered to be one of the hawkers.  I don't remember much about the actual job, just that I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although security at schools is more of the results of events, such as Columbine, it's still a world apart from my high school years.  Everyone has a bar code on an ID and has to check in and out of classes, as well as the office.  Security at airports is way different than before.  If you happen to forget your Swiss Army knife (or $1 version of such a thing,) in your purse, it won't be there by the time you get on the plane.  That's what happened on my way back from Oregon, last month.  The retired Army Sargent, who was behind me in line, couldn't even bring his unopened can of pop to the waiting area.  (So much for trying to save $2 at the snack shop.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok a bit sidetracked there.  My whole point is: how the acts of a handful of lunatics could change how we live and travel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-103266887194784767?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/103266887194784767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=103266887194784767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/103266887194784767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/103266887194784767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6765510749839467582</id><published>2008-09-04T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T12:02:01.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year changes - check-up</title><content type='html'>August got away from me, and I didn't do my check-up.  Here's my 9 month check-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss:&lt;br /&gt;(drum roll please) I am .6 away from goal!! **happy dance** By the end of Sept., I will be at goal and working on my Lifetime Membership with WW.  I am so excited about WW, I have applied to become a Leader.  If I take the training, while living in Nebraska, I can transfer to Oregon without a problem, next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel:&lt;br /&gt;I'm done traveling for the year, except for in-state...I think...unless an awesome opportunity arises, that I just can't turn down.  I had planned on taking the girls to OR over Christmas break, but it would be about half the cost to go in January instead.  Jaydee's looking forward to skiing Mt. Hood for her birthday!  (weather permitting...I am NOT chaining up to go to Mt. Hood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;br /&gt;My mind and sanity are currently in tact.  Three weeks to go of this quarter and I'm still hanging in there.  I've signed up for two classes for the next quarter.  The fall quarter I will be taking a class on campus, on Saturday mornings, as well as a course online (Human Anatomy w/lab).  I'm on track to have 80-90 credits to transfer to Portland State, next year, which will put me in the Jr. year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization:&lt;br /&gt;Define organized.  Ok, I haven't touched my office, at home.  That is the biggest unorganized mess of the house.  We have been doing a lot of purging.  There are another 11 bags waiting to be taken to Goodwill.  Moving Sale is scheduled for June 26, 2009.  (how's that for planning ahead?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial:&lt;br /&gt;Two more accounts will be paid off by the end of September, first part of October.  Budgets are in placed and actually being used!  I never knew how exciting it can be to come in "under budget."  I have been bringing my lunch to work, instead of fast food for lunch.  That saves $3-4/day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that is where I'm at! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6765510749839467582?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6765510749839467582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6765510749839467582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6765510749839467582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6765510749839467582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-year-changes-check-up.html' title='New Year changes - check-up'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-7093939748071549144</id><published>2008-08-20T09:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T10:04:52.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer</title><content type='html'>Mothers (and some fathers), in Lincoln, are celebrating the end of Summer vacation.  The nuisance phone calls will be reduced.  The "I'm boooooored!" comments will almost cease to exist.  Mom's Taxi Service hours are now afternoons and evenings only.  The snack bar/cupboard doesn't need a months worth of stuff (for one week of snacks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carpools are revving up, and getting into gear.  The alarm clocks are going off a bit earlier.  Schedules are being coordinated between family members, as well as friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm talking about the start of school!&lt;br /&gt;Jaydee is now at Southwest High School, and Kendra has moved to Pound.  I had to smile a bit at Pound's open house, Monday.  Many of the teachers recognized Kendra as being Jaydee's sister.  The counselors at Pound rotate with the class.  In other words they start with the 6th graders and stay with that class until the "graduate" 8th grade, then they take the next 6th grade class.  This means the counselor, who worked with Jaydee for three years, is now Kendra's counselor.  So a lot of new, but some old is mixed into our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for an awesome 2008/2009 school year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7093939748071549144?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7093939748071549144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7093939748071549144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7093939748071549144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7093939748071549144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5331732598938595258</id><published>2008-08-18T10:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T11:12:11.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What not to wear to a concert</title><content type='html'>Ok I'll be "standing in line" a bit longer on Judgment Day, for the following judgments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If your the shape of a Disco Ball, do NOT wear a silver, sparkle, tight, sleeveless dress.&lt;br /&gt;- If you have gray hair and a beer belly, don't bother going shirtless under an open jacket.&lt;br /&gt;- If you are over 40, have spider veins and cellulite, don't wear a mini-skirt.&lt;br /&gt;- If you're at an 80's band concert, it is not necessary to wear 80's jeans (think high waisted and big pockets.)&lt;br /&gt;- If you are balding, don't grow your hair out and wear a hat to cover it up.  Just wear the hat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5331732598938595258?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5331732598938595258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5331732598938595258' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5331732598938595258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5331732598938595258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-not-to-wear-to-concert.html' title='What not to wear to a concert'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5975852295839869984</id><published>2008-08-12T18:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T20:15:56.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From sea to mountain top to desert, then home.</title><content type='html'>Next trip to Oregon, I am going to pack every imaginable type of clothes.  So far, I've been waaaay off, in regards to the weather.  When we left Lincoln, it was a very humid 79 degrees, at 3:30 a.m.  Phoenix was 107, when we landed.  I think it was still in the 90s when I got to the airport, Sat. a.m.  Gee shorts and tank tops should have been all I needed, right?! WRONG!  Sunday, I ended up shopping for a second pair of jeans and a hoodie.  It was cool and cloudy in Portland.  We were leaving for the coast Monday morning, which I knew would be a bit colder.  Put it this way, if you've ever been in Davis/Sacramento in the summer, when it's 90+, then visited San Francisco, you'll know what I mean.  (To loosely quote Mark Twain; "The coldest winter day was a summer day in San Francisco.")  Yep, those shorts and tanks are not going to be weather appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning, Chris, Kim (sister), and Bobbie (mom) picked us up, then we headed for Lincoln City, OR.  This is "the coast" to Oregonians.  I've quickly learned &lt;em&gt;why&lt;/em&gt;.  If you say "beach" most people think of Southern California beaches with lots of sand and sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First call of business in Lincoln City; figure out where I can get internet connection.  I had an assignment due, and a test I could only take on Tuesday.  The front desk assures me that the I could connect from the lobby, or at the very least the restaurant about 50 feet across the parking lot.  Wi-fi is such a funny thing, so I've learned, anyway.  I go down to the lobby to get online.  Simple enough, right?  Thanks to the fogginess, I couldn't get online in the lobby.  Off to the restaurant.  The restaurant had a little wi-fi area, in the corner, of course.  Oh well, at least I could get the assignment done, and test taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to spend some time on the beach, but the weather didn't really cooperate.  It was foggy/misty and cool.  From the hotel room, you could see the waves roll in from a greater distance, than the beach.  Since it was high tide, the waves were huge!  So we played cards, instead.  After dinner, "the kids" went to the casino.  Penny slots can certainly make a $20 go a long ways.  I like playing Blackjack, but $5/hand is more than I wanted to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, "the kids" drove down to the outlet mall.  On the way, Kim's brakes started acting up.  So we ended up at the mechanics.  Fortunately, it was walking distance to the outlet mall.  (after eating at the little Japanese place, I needed the walk!)  Four hours later, the mechanics were done with the car.  Oh well, what can ya do? After dinner, we went to the casino for a little while.  I was playing penny Keno, when I hit 8 out of 9 numbers!  $330 pot! Guess who's buying breakfast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, we headed back to Portland.  On the way, Terry and I decided to get matching tattoos, using the rest of my winnings.  He called the place he usually goes to, to see how late they are open..."all night" just as well have been the answer.  I've posted the pictures, so take a look! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Terry had some appointments and I had homework to work on.  So that was kind of a dead day.  We rented a movie "Superhero" and stayed in for the evening.   I wasn't so sure about this movie, at first.  I hadn't laughed that hard at a movie in a looong time!  (Highly recommended, but not for someone younger than 13.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Chris picked us up, and we drove up to Mt. Hood.  Such a beautiful drive.  I wore shorts, but (knowing my luck) brought sweats to pull on, just in case.  Even riding the ski lift, wasn't bad in shorts.  You could tell the altitude difference, by the temperature drop.  It still wasn't too cold for shorts. The adrenaline junkie was yelling "yahoo!", while the other two were hanging on for dear life.  (won't mention names...I'll let you figure that on out.)  At the top of the ski lift, there was snow on the ground.  That was fun!...running around in shorts with snow on the ground.  There were a lot of snowboarders and summer skiers.  The view was just absolutely amazing!  The mountains and hills just seemed to roll on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mt. Hood, we drove further east to central Oregon.  They wanted to show me the high desert.  It reminded me of the high desert in Nevada, except there's more shrubs and small pine-looking trees.  On the way back, we noticed a small forest fire on the top of a small mountain.  Then a helicopter was spotted with a water pouch hanging from it.  Just as we were approaching the river, the helicopter came in for some water.  Got a good picture of that one!  The drive back to Portland was really beautiful, with the setting sun hitting the trees along the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to Portland, I had to pack up to be ready to fly to Phoenix the following afternoon.  Yet another, too short trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight from Portland to Phoenix was non-stop, and uneventful.  Sunday morning, Sherrie and David, with the girls, picked me up at the hotel.  As planned, we went to the mall, so the girls could get some souvenirs.  Jaydee hit every "fashion" store; Kendra followed David into the sports stores; Sherrie and I just kinda followed the crowd.  Sherrie showed us a place called "BlackMarket Minerals."  This was a cool little shop.  There were all sorts of rocks, beads and exotic carvings.  Kendra bought some Japanese Iron balls, and a fascinating black Onyx egg.  When the egg is held up to the light, it turns a cloudy brown color.  Very cool!  I bought a Hematite ring for myself, and fun little flip-flop key chains as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mall, we were off to the airport.  We were some of the lucky ones.  The waiting area by the gate we were assigned to, was filled with people on standby.  The storms hitting Chicago, Philadelphia and Omaha were delaying incoming flights and messing things up a bit.  I was a bit nervous about possible bad turbulance, but we were blessed with a somewhat smooth flight.  A couple of bumps, and a bit more during landing, in Omaha, but that was it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again...home safely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5975852295839869984?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5975852295839869984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5975852295839869984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5975852295839869984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5975852295839869984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/08/from-sea-to-mountain-top-to-desert-then.html' title='From sea to mountain top to desert, then home.'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-6298076686040246412</id><published>2008-08-12T10:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T12:09:51.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PHX to PDX</title><content type='html'>Now that I think I'm back in the Central Time Zone, I'm starting to get rid of the jet lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had planned on blogging along the way, so this one wouldn't be so long.  However, all internet time ended up being homework/class time.  I kind of gave a sneak peak of the first weekend, on "God Sightings."  Saturday (Aug. 2) was another very early morning.  Up at 2 a.m., to catch the 3 a.m. shuttle, to make sure I was at the Phoenix airport two hours before my 6 a.m. flight.  Little did I know how close we really were to the airport!  It only took 15 minutes, including getting my bags on and off the shuttle.  So I was at the airport at 3:15 a.m.  There was a family sleeping on the chairs next to the Southwest check-in area, so I got comfortable on the floor.  (Thank God, I am still flexible enough to sit on the floor!)  Before to long other passengers started to show up.  It's interesting how just being in a certain spot makes you an expert.  I don't know how many people asked me what time the ticket counter opened...just because I was the first in line.  Had an interesting chat with the two passengers waiting next in line.  The lady was from MN, so we had a little in common being from the same geographical area.  The man was a police officer from Yuma, AZ, and was retired from the Air Force.  Very interesting conversations there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ticket counter finally opened at 4:15.  After a quick check in, I was off to the Security check-in.  Oh joy, another wait...they don't open until 4:30.  The same two people who were behind me at the ticket counter ended up behind me at the Security checkpoint.  So we continued chatting.  At this point all my mind is thinking is "Coffee, coffee, coffee."  After the check in, I grabbed a cup of coffee and an over-priced breakfast sandwich, and sat down to check some e-mails, as well as class info.  An hour later, we were finally boarding.  When I booked this flight, I knew it would have 2 stops, but I had no idea where.  Nothing like an adventure!  I was ready for the 4 hour trip, nonetheless...it's a good thing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huskers Illustrated&lt;/span&gt; can take awhile to read.  The first leg was from Phoenix to Salt Lake City.  The young man who sat in the same row as me was also on his way to Portland.  The gray hairs must not have been showing too much, as he kept trying to start a conversation with me. lol  The second leg was from Salt Lake City to Boise, ID.  I kept trying to find Lake Coeur D'Alene from the air.  We must not have flown that far north, as I didn't see it.  I wish I hadn't packed my camera in the check-on bag.  The view of Mt. Hood, as we approached Portland, was just majestic!  It looked like we could open the window and touch the tip, as it stuck out above the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane approached the gate, I text messaged Chris to let her know I was in Portland.  She messaged back that they were at the gate.  Between reading messages and sending them, I guess I walked right by her and Whitney.  Chris and I have never met face-to-face, but have been online buddies for about 4 years.  (We met through her brother, Terry.)  Just as I was going around the corner to the baggage claim, I spotted them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the afternoon playing dice with "Mom."   When Terry, then (cousin) Tammy and her husband, Robin showed up, we just added more to the game.  We picked up Tammy's mom, Laura and her husband, Jesse then met up with Tammy and Chris, who had gone shopping.  We went to a local favorite, Chinese buffet for supper.  (I was good...only had one plate! lol)  Terry and Robin were torturing Robin's son, James with a miniature octopus by trying to make him eat it.  (ewwww)  Between that and the crawdads it was a wonder any one of us had an appetite.  It has to by a Y chromosome thing...to play with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After supper, we went to Laura and Jesse's to play croquet.  Jesse is in the early stages of Alzheimer's, and Croquet is still something he can enjoy.  After a crash course in the game, Terry, James, Jesse and I played.  Terry patiently helped Jesse through the game.  It really brought memories of Grandma to mind, in keeping the person focused, while trying to do something they enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of two games, I'm running on Adrenaline and wishing for a pillow for my head.  Needless to say, it didn't take much to get to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6298076686040246412?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6298076686040246412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6298076686040246412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6298076686040246412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6298076686040246412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/08/phx-to-pdx.html' title='PHX to PDX'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-132933784674794778</id><published>2008-08-01T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T17:40:54.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AZ/OR</title><content type='html'>We made it to Phoenix this morning!  I am blogging from my hotel room in Phoenix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at 3:10, out the door by 3:35.  None of us really slept.  Kendra put it best by saying, "I think I mostly meditated all night."  Got lost in some construction on I480/Hwy 75.  Good thing I know which side of Creighton University the airport is on! lol  Even after that bit of frustration, we made it with plenty of time to get through check-in and security.  Now that I know what it takes to get a laptop through security, the other trips through security won't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendra got a kick out of watching the plane land and take off, while we were waiting.  I don't know if it was too much coffee and water, or just "let's go!" type of nervous energy, but I was in the restroom every 20 minutes while we were waiting.  Jaydee worked on some activities she had brought along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did see a funny sight, while waiting, though.  This woman belonged on "What not to wear to the airport."  (or in public for that matter)  She had on a long purple, bandeau-top dress.  The dress was so long, she kept stepping on it.  Then she had to pull the bandeau part of the dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight was very smooth.  Only a little turbulance in the take off and landing.  Couldn't ask for anything better!  Jaydee didn't like the turbulance.  Once we were at cruising altitude, she took a nap.  Kendra asked a million questions (oh shock!), but then settled into her book "Eragon."  I looked at the magazines in the back of the seat.  Oh yeah!  Almost forgot.  The plane we were on was so new it still had a "new" smell to it.  The carpet was still a bright, vibrant blue.  Even the flight crews' announcement commented on "our new plane." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We landed in Phoenix 10 minutes ahead of schedule...must have had a good tailwind!  Sherrie and David (George's sister and brother-in-law) picked us up at the airport.  Sherrie's son, Joe, and Grandma Jeanne were along for the ride, too.  We all went to IHOP for breakfast.  Joe had a "Swedish crepe," as part of his meal.  It had Lindonberries in it.  Before he ordered, we had to find out what a Lindonberry was.  I said, "even this dumb Swede doesn't know!" lol   Turns out it's similar to a cranberry, but smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast, they dropped me off at my hotel and were on their way.  The last plans I heard were errands for Sherrie; shopping at a sporting and hunting store for David; dropping the kids off at Trent's (one of Sherrie's other boys.) to go swimming; then back to Tucson for them.  The rest of that story will have to come from Kendra and Jaydee (if I can ever get her to start blogging!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, what's left today: dinner, shower and sleep...then off to the airport again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-132933784674794778?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/132933784674794778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=132933784674794778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/132933784674794778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/132933784674794778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/08/azor.html' title='AZ/OR'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-8778588947692285132</id><published>2008-07-30T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:23:09.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown is down to HOURS!</title><content type='html'>WHOHOO!  One more day at the office and I'm done for 10 days!&lt;br /&gt;Kendra, the goofy kid that she is, has herself all anxious, after watching an episode of CSI.  This episode was about a guy that was attacked onboard an airplane, after becoming disruptive.  I assured Kendra, as long as she's not disruptive, obnoxious and/or annoying, people probably wouldn't even notice her, much less attack her.&lt;br /&gt;Jaydee is now the Organizer Queen of the "H" House.  She even packed outfits together, not just a pile of shirts next to a pile of bottoms, like "normal" people.  She decided to reorganize my closet...it took me 30 minutes to figure out where she decided to put my good shoes (right before church, of course.)!&lt;br /&gt;They still have to pack their "to do" bags, to take onboard the plane.  That and the daily toiletries, that will be needed Fri. a.m., is all that is left; at least, that's what I've been told.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-8778588947692285132?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/8778588947692285132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=8778588947692285132' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8778588947692285132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8778588947692285132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/07/countdown-is-down-to-hours.html' title='Countdown is down to HOURS!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-7295826677113824934</id><published>2008-07-25T10:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:40:51.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming up for air</title><content type='html'>Just taking a breather...plus letting everyone know I'm still here! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That first week of classes was a bit exhausting.  All three classes had assignments due within the first three days.  Now that they are all on a different schedule, it's a bit easier to manage.  Loving the accounting class (go figure).  The Lifespan Development (my first "Sophomore" class) is ok, just a bit redundant as the first part is going over the development of fetus to baby to toddler.  Been there done that! lol  The Business Communication is the one I really have to put some effort into.  I will say I'm learning more in this class than I have in the 20 some years I've worked in an office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is going to be &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; to say the very least.  Saturday is at the Carson's.  Sunday, Kendra is attending a friend's pool/birthday party, while Jaydee is having a "spa" at my house. (we're pampering feet and hands)  Then Sunday is a BBQ for the Youth Group...including beach volleyball. Monday and Tuesday are open, at the moment...subject to change of course!  Wednesday is packing day!  Thursday is an early night, as we have to be on the road by 4 a.m. to be at the airport by 5.  Between Monday and Wednesday, I'm going to try to have as many of my class assignments done ahead of time, so I don't have a whole lot of homework while I'm on the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing about the flight to AZ is the timing.  We leave Omaha at 7:00 a.m. and land in Phoenix at 7:50 a.m.  So it looks like it's only a 50 minute flight.  Since we go through two time zones, it's actually 2 hours and 50 minutes.  Jaydee is not liking the idea of having to shut her phone off completely for 3 hours...typical teen! lol   Kendra is reading "Eragon."  If she finishes that book (which is highly likely,) she'll be reading "Eldest," the second book of the series, during the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked the weather for Phoenix...guess what!  It's going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt;!  I know, absolutely shocking for this time of year.  Seeing 103-109 on the actual weather forecast was an eye-opener for the girls.  Jaydee's first comment was "we can go swimming!"  Kendra wants to play soccer with the boys, so she's not liking the weather.  They may have to play super early in the morning.  It will be interesting to hear the stories, when we get back.  (We need to get Jaydee a blog!)  I'm sure Kendra will be blogging away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7295826677113824934?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7295826677113824934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7295826677113824934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7295826677113824934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7295826677113824934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/07/coming-up-for-air.html' title='Coming up for air'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-6848337067254666245</id><published>2008-07-16T22:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:21:23.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have lost my mind</title><content type='html'>If I do not post over the next 10 weeks, please forgive me.  I lost my mind and signed up for 3 online classes this quarter.  Not only am I working full-time, but am considered a full-time student as well, with 13.5 credits.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the reason I decided to take all online courses was so I could take my classes with me on my trip, the first week of August.  Little did I know what kind of a pain in the butt traveling with a laptop is going to be...at least through airport security.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me for being impatient, and wanting to "get this done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6848337067254666245?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6848337067254666245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6848337067254666245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6848337067254666245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6848337067254666245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-have-lost-my-mind.html' title='I have lost my mind'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3678624926039510570</id><published>2008-07-07T10:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T10:49:44.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7th month check</title><content type='html'>A little bit late, but better than not at all!  We are in the 7th month of 2008.  So far most of my goals are still on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss- Still hanging in there on this one.  The trip to Idaho threw me off my plan a bit, and I need to re-lose 3 lbs.  Which, in the grand scheme of things, isn't too bad.  It feels good to be back on plan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel - Idaho was awesome!  Couer D'Alene is such a beautiful area.  (The whole story is already published here.)  I'm not completely unpacking, though.  In just a few weeks the girls get to take their first airplane ride.  We are flying to Phoenix, where Aunt Sherrie will pick up the girls, and take them back to Tucson for a week of spoiling.  I am then flying on to Portland, to spend a week getting to know the area a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School - Another quarter completed!  I now have 43% of my credits completed for the Academic Transfer Program.  (and still holding a 4.0 GPA)  Next quarter starts next Monday.  Right now I am signed up for 3 classes, all online.  I'm trying to decide which one to drop, as 3 classes may be a bit overboard, while working full-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization - Maintaining is more of the focus right now, than organizing.  Yes, I know if it was more organized it would be easier to maintain.  I need to keep in mind there are 51 weeks left to purge, plan and pack for the Portland move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial - Still chipping away at this goal.  Working on larger items, now that a lot of the smaller ones are out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3678624926039510570?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3678624926039510570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3678624926039510570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3678624926039510570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3678624926039510570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/07/7th-month-check.html' title='7th month check'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6647300033639493698</id><published>2008-07-05T20:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:53:03.531-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops!  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Thought I posted this.  It&apos;s the YG in WY, on way to ID'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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/_5h336lT-Zgw/SHAlvGmGLZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/22-XlFiTrVY/s72-c/group+shot+in+WY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-4746260899656974183</id><published>2008-07-05T20:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:35:41.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho -trip home</title><content type='html'>Saturday, we loaded up the bus and said our final "good-byes" to the staff at Camp Lutherhaven.  The trip home wasn't quite uneventful.  Thank God there weren't any major breakdowns on the way home!  The bus did overheat a bit, just east of Butte, MT, on Homestake Pass.  I told the driver there was a truck stop in Three Forks, just east of the pass.  We took an unscheduled stop there to let the bus cool down some more.  (Note to Mom and Tam, this is the exit we took to Harrison Lake.)  After a fast-food stop in Missoula, MT, we were on the last leg of the trip, for Saturday, with final destination Buffalo, WY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why it took us so long to discover we had the driver's permission to play MP3 players through the radio system on the bus.  Between Missoula and Buffalo, we had an all-bus karoke session...almost 2 hours!  That was fun and entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Buffalo at 10:30 pm.  After everyone had their bedding set up, we had our final devotions.  As has become tradition, we would answer two questions.  The first part was "What was the best part?"  To balance the more serious question, the second question was "Remember when...?"  We were talking until 2 a.m!  There were a lot of reflective stories and a lot of laughter during the second half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful driver, Richard Smith was replaced in WY, as he had another assignment in Seattle, WA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, we were on the road by 7 a.m. (yes, a VERY short night!)  Needless to say, the bus was pretty quiet until lunch time.  I too, slept (sort of) for this time period, so not much to report.  After lunching in Cheyenne, we continued on into Nebraska.  Due to DOT regulations, we had to switch drivers in Kearney, so that we could make it to Lincoln on Sunday.  We arrived in Lincoln around 10:30 pm.  By the time we unloaded the bus and said our final good-byes, it was 11:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4746260899656974183?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4746260899656974183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4746260899656974183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4746260899656974183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4746260899656974183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/07/idaho-trip-home.html' title='Idaho -trip home'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-564822895569271488</id><published>2008-07-03T11:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:37:52.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Part 2</title><content type='html'>For sanity purposes, I am not going to go over daily details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Lutherhaven, we were with a group from South Dakota, which consisted of two smaller churches. The large group was divided into 3 work groups. There were 3 projects which each group rotated, and worked at each project for one day. The group I was assigned to worked at the nearby Reservation, doing landscape work at their new Child Development Center. We got a lot done in just 5 hours of work! Day 2, we worked on the renovation project of the chapel at Lutherhaven. I assisted in the installation of the tongue and groove wood ceiling in the Fellowship Hall area. I will admit, I did more supervising and advising than actually installing (OH! and ran the power saw a bit). The three teenage boys did most of the hammering and pounding needed to install the pieces of wood. Day 3, we cleared brush and thinned out trees in a camper/rv area of Lutherhaven. One group cleaned up the wood shed and reorganized it. Others repaired some of the old grills and replaced some old signs. There were three fires burning to dispose of all of the brush and small trees. I did not know "green" wood would actually burn. I now know why forest fires can race through an area so quickly. Those little pine needles, green or not, will flame up in a heartbeat! Day 4 the large group was put back together to run a day camp for some kids (pre-K to 4th grade) from the Reservation. The adults were told to "supervise" the teens, and make sure they don't do anything crazy, like toss the little ones into the air. It was fun to watch the teens play with the little kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon of each day, there were activities available for everyone to partake in. On a daily basis, we could swim in the lake or go canoeing. Due to the limited amount of time, some activities were assigned to a group of participants. Rock wall climbing and ZIP line was one of these events. Firsts for me...at the ripe old age of 42! I decided I don't like rock wall climbing, due to my lack of height, I am limite to toe and finger-holds. The ZIP line on the other hand...LOVED IT!! If I didn't have to climb the wall again, I would have taken a second shot at this! Next to the ZIP line area was a high rope course. I did not participate in this...it made my arms sore, just thinking about it. "Tubing" was also available on the lake, but we had to split into groups, because of the time, as well. Two of the girls in my cabin talked me into tubing. Another first, at my age! lol That was a blast! (now that I know (brother) Joe goes tubing on his lake, I may be visiting a little more often!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning, before breakfast, we had morning devotions. Then in the evening, we had an evening gathering, which included a combination of entertainment, devotions, worship and small group Bible study. Thursday night was the Prayer service. This was a self-reflective worship service. I don't think there was a dry eye in the house! What a wonderful way to end an awesome week of serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our "free" day. Originally, we were going to have the options of 1) white water rafting, 2) extreme mountaing biking 3) mountain hiking or 4) sight seeing. The majority of the group wanted to go white water rafting, however, the rivers in the area were too full and the rapids too dangerous. Because of this, the rafting companies weren't even operating. As an alternative, a nearby theme park was decided upon. The amusement park was similar to Worlds of Fun/Oceans of Fun (in Kansas City), but on a smaller scale. I had planned on riding a couple of the roller coasters, after playing in the water for a while. I had too much fun on the water side, and didn't quite make it over to the roller coaster side! There was time, after dinner, to ride a few more rides. But I opted out of this...knowing my luck, I'd be the one hurling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the day at the amusement park, we had a wonderful way to end our time at Camp Lutherhaven.  Two girls in our group had decided to be baptized!  It was a very moving ceremony to watch these two be baptized in Lake Couer D'Alene.    The camp staff was so moved by this decision, they even baked a cake to help us celebrate afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trip home is next!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-564822895569271488?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/564822895569271488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=564822895569271488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/564822895569271488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/564822895569271488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/07/idaho-part-2.html' title='Idaho Part 2'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3899609632937838717</id><published>2008-07-01T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T10:04:25.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idaho Part 1</title><content type='html'>Oh what an adventure, using Kendra's phrase...but it fits nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this will be my last mission trip with the Southwood Youth Group, I tried to absorb as much as I could along the way.  During the Prayer (worship) Service, the prayers which came to mind were prayers of gratitude.  I thank God for allowing me to work with this group for 4 trips!  What an amazing group of teens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say the travel part of the trip was uneventful, however that was so not the case.  We had a late start Friday morning, because the bus driver was at Southwood's former location and not at the new church.  (Still trying to figure out how he thought "Zion" and "Southwood" were the same name).  The cool thing was, we decided to gather in prayer before the trip, while we were waiting for the bus to arrive.  As we were saying our prayers, the bus showed up, just like God had answered our prayers.  In North Platte, we had to change drivers, due to DOT regulations.  That is where we met the awesome Richard Smith!  We got into Buffalo, WY about 2 hours late.  Safe and sound, nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we left Buffalo for Yellowstone National Park.  As we drove through the various mountain ranges to get to Yellowstone, we started to smell burning brakes.  (YUCK!)  Lo and behold, it was coming from our bus, not the truck in front of us.  Richard pulled over to a viewing area to let the brakes cool down.  Teens being teens, and rather creative at that, the pictures from that stop are going to be interesting!  A few decided to hike up the nearby hill, and do some exploring.  Another group juggled a soccer ball between each other.  (That soccer ball should have been our mascot, as often as it was brought out! lol)  After 45 minutes or so, we were on our way again.  What a beautiful drive through that area!  Once in Yellowstone, since we were already behind schedule, we decided on the shortest route around Yellowstone.  The road followed a path around Yellowstone Lake.  Absolutely gorgeous!  Interestingly, we did not encounter too many (large) wildlife sitings.  One group ahead of us stopped to take pictures of a moose, which was grazing near the road.  A trip to Yellowstone must include a stop at Old Faithful.  It has been about 13 years since I had seen this geyser.  Since then a couple of smaller geysers had appeared, near the original.  Now visitors get a bonus of seeing the smaller geysers' displays, while waiting for Old Faithful to "show".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our visit to Old Faithful, we were on our way to Bozeman, MT.  We were right on target to be in Bozeman before the KOA closed at 10, to take showers.  Within 10 miles of Bozeman, the bus shuts itself down and we end up on the side of the road.  A belt had broken.  When the belt broke it hit the hydraulic hose.  In the process of trying to find assistance, a call was made to the Montana State Patrol.  They must have thought it was a prank call, as an officer never did show up!  Thanks to Richard's GPS, he was able to find a mechanic in the area who could fix the problem.  It was absolutely shocking to see the teens (and adults, for that matter) to take this delay in stride.  We ended up sitting on the side of the road for a good part of two hours.  While we waited for the mechanic, some of the teens got off the bus to stretch their legs.  The next thing I know, they are singing (Christian) camp songs, like "Sanctuary." The bus was eventually repaired, and we continued the remaining 10 miles into Bozeman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short night's sleep, we were up and on our way by 8, Sunday morning.  Originally we had planned to attend church services at the church we stayed at in Bozeman.  However, considering none of us had had a shower since Friday, and not wishing to offend a church full of noses, showers were priority over church service.  After a stop for breakfast/snack food and other misc. items at Walmart, we made it to the KOA for showers.  When I had initially heard this was where we were going to shower, I was concerned about cold, nasty showers.  I was pleasantly surprised to have a nice hot shower, in an individual stall!  While we waited for showers, the bus died again.  This time it was worst than before.  Fortunately, we were at a place where food and drink, as well as some entertainment, was available...and not on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.  6 hours later, the original bus was loaded onto the back of a semi flatbed, and a different bus was on its way to bring us the rest of the way to Coeur D'alene.  We arrived at Camp Lutherhaven at 9:30 p.m.  The whole camp was so relieved to see us, they unloaded the bus for us.  Then we were ushered to our first nightly worship service.  God bless the staff at Lutherhaven!  While we were worshiping, they were able to put together a quick meal for us to eat before getting to our cabins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 to follow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3899609632937838717?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3899609632937838717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3899609632937838717' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3899609632937838717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3899609632937838717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/07/idaho-part-1.html' title='Idaho Part 1'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5722933914682595769</id><published>2008-06-17T13:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T13:24:59.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great one liners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Don't let your worries get the&lt;br /&gt;        best of you; remember, Moses started&lt;br /&gt;        out as a basket case.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Some people are kind, polite, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweet-spirited until you try to sit in         their pews.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Many folks want to serve God, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but only as advisors.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        It is easier to preach ten sermons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;than it is to live one.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        The good Lord didn't create anything&lt;br /&gt;        without a purpose, but mosquitoes come close.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        When you get to your wit's end, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll find God lives there.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        People are funny; they want the front &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;of the bus, the middle of the road, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the back of the church.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Opportunity may knock once, but temptation&lt;br /&gt;        bangs on your front door forever.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Quit griping about your church; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;if it was perfect, you couldn't belong.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        If the church wants a better pastor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it only needs to pray for the one it has.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        God Himself does not propose to judge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a man until he is dead. So why should         you?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Some minds are like concrete&lt;br /&gt;        thoroughly mixed up and permanently set.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Peace starts with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I don't know why some people&lt;br /&gt;        change churches; what difference does&lt;br /&gt;        it make which one you stay home from?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        A lot of church members who are singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Standing on the Promises' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;are just sitting on the premises.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        We were called to be witnesses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not lawyers or judges.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Be ye fishers of men. You catch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;them - He'll clean them.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Coincidence is when God &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;chooses to remain anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Don't put a question mark &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;where God put a period.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Don't wait for 6 strong men &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;to take you to church.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Forbidden fruits create many jams.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        God doesn't call the qualified, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;He qualifies the called.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        God grades on the cross, not the curve.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        God loves everyone, but probably prefers&lt;br /&gt;        'fruits of the spirit' over 'religious nuts!'&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        God promises a safe landing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a calm passage.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        He who angers you, controls you!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        If God is your Co-pilot - swap seats!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Don't give God instructions -- just report for duty!&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The task ahead of us is never as&lt;br /&gt;        great as the Power behind us.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The Will of God never takes you to&lt;br /&gt;        where the Grace of God will not protect you.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        We don't change the message, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;the message changes us.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        You can tell how big a person is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;by what it takes to discourage him.&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;         &lt;div&gt;         &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The best mathematical equation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:6;color:green;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: Tahoma; color: green; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I have ever seen:&lt;br /&gt;        1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5722933914682595769?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5722933914682595769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5722933914682595769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5722933914682595769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5722933914682595769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/06/great-one-liners.html' title='Great one liners!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6344015355851559734</id><published>2008-06-15T21:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:12:57.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New member to the blog world.</title><content type='html'>Kendra has joined the blog world!  You can find her link on my blog list to the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6344015355851559734?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6344015355851559734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6344015355851559734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6344015355851559734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6344015355851559734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-member-to-blog-world.html' title='New member to the blog world.'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5875220961534488555</id><published>2008-06-02T13:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:03:46.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude plus</title><content type='html'>Gratitude check&lt;br /&gt;- Thank God we made it through another school year!&lt;br /&gt;- Thank God there has not been any major wind damage to our home.&lt;br /&gt;- Thank God for the successful "Father of all Garage Sales" at Southwood, over Memorial Day weekend (despite the nasty weather!)&lt;br /&gt;- Thank God (can't say this enough) for my Prayer Warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"New Years Plans" update - 5 months down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight loss- I keep whittling away at this.  Last Saturday, I earned another 5# star at Weight Watchers.  6.2 lbs. to go to goal!  I'd really like to hit this goal before August 1.  Anything closer will be good though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travel- One more trip down, three to go (for the year).  The trip to Montana/South Dakota went fairly well.  No vehicle breakdowns is always a blessing.  Gearing up for the trip to Idaho, as a sponsor for the youth group.  31 teens + 5 (or 6) sponsors...going to be one noisy bus! lol  Really looking forward to the beauty of the Idaho panhandle!  Still on deck: Flying the girls to Arizona, then I'm off to Oregon.  (Stepping out of the way for a week of spoiling from Aunt Sherrie and Grandma Hudd.)  The last trip of the year will be my Christmas present to us: A trip to Oregon, so the girls can see where we are moving to next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School- Not only have I been accepted to Portland State University, all of my credits earned so far will transfer.  From here out, I can work with the admissions office to make sure the credits will transfer, before I take the class.  As for the here and now, next week is the last week of classes this quarter at SCC.  9 more credit hours down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organization- Still plugging away at this one.  The bunk beds went to the garage sale at Southwood (yay! I can park my car in the garage again!)   Another 4 bags are waiting to be delivered to Goodwill.  Still looking for a consignment store that takes large size clothing...on the agenda for June!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financial- Working on paying off some of the larger debts.  Since we aren't going to be using their services over the summer, I suspended our membership to the Y.  It's not much, but it is an unnecessary expense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5875220961534488555?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5875220961534488555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5875220961534488555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5875220961534488555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5875220961534488555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/06/gratitude-plus.html' title='Gratitude plus'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-3587003926541451640</id><published>2008-05-30T08:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T10:22:31.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Trip</title><content type='html'>Tammie and Randy picked Kendra and me up Friday morning, then we met Mom and Dad in Grand Island.  (Due to the depression &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jaydee&lt;/span&gt; is fighting, she and I agreed to let her stay in Lincoln, instead of going through "another funeral")  From Grand Island, we headed west on I-80.  We stopped for lunch in Paxton, NE (just west of North Platte) at Ole's Big Game (Bar?).  Kendra really got a kick out of all of the displayed safari animals!  She kept asking if the elephant head was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started to head north from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ogallala&lt;/span&gt;.  The route was planned so we could go past Chimney Rock.  After pictures were taken at Chimney Rock, we stopped at the little trading post.  Kendra bought a couple of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;souvenirs&lt;/span&gt;, two of the items were arrowheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the bizarre bathroom stop in (little town name here) WY, where a life size cut-out of George Strait "watched" a girl do her thing, the drive was uneventful up to the Interstate in WY.  It had been raining most of the day.  When we got to Interstate (forget which number, and I don't have a map in front of me) in WY the wind picked up and it was raining sideways, then the hail started.  Mom and Tammie were driving the two vehicles, hanging on for dear life.  A tornado had touched down about 70 miles south of where we were.  Other than that one time, the weather behaved itself with "just" rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the first night in Billings, MT.  Saturday we drove the remaining 3 hours to Butte, to meet George's family and a few friends for the Spreading of the Ashes.  From Butte, we drove another hour to Harrison Lake.  This is the lake where George's dad's ashes were spread.  At that time, he had said "this is where I want my ashes spread."  Since I had only been to the lake that one time, we had to follow George's nephew Trevor.  The rain held off long enough for us to have our little ceremony.  Originally, I had asked Pastor Ryan to "run" the ceremony.  He turned the table on me (after checking his calendar, and discovering he couldn't make the trip.) "since  you want to be a Youth Pastor, you can consider this as part of your (unofficial) internship"  So with the copied pages of the service, we turned the remains of George back to God's Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the lake, we went back to Butte for a reception George's mom, Jeanne had arranged.  I was able to talk to friends and family I hadn't seen in a long time.  (note: it's sad that events like this are what bring people back together.)  Jon and I made plans to have the girls and me visit Charlotte and him in Davis next year.  It may be on the move to Portland, but we are definitely getting together next summer!  George's cousin Shelly lives just a bit north of Portland.  She and I exchanged ph. numbers so we can stay in contact.  Her daughter goes to college in Portland, so there will be plenty of coffee and/or shopping opportunities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent Saturday night in Billings.  Sunday morning we left for South Dakota.  We were on the hunt for the "Roo Ranch," south of Spearfish and Deadwood.  The directions sounded simple enough...follow Hwy. 14.  If we had looked at the map a bit closer, we would have realized there was a MUCH shorter route!  The longer route was worth it though.  "Scenic route" definitely describes what we took...beautiful sites!   As I took over driving after lunch, I got the fun of driving the mountain driving.  (love it! lol)  Kendra says "Mom almost hit 2 antelope, 1 deer, 1 turkey and 1 human"  Um the human was not even close, and the antelope were running across I-90. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Roo Ranch is a small kangaroo farm.  We did locate it and took the tour.  For an additional charge, you can have your picture taken holding a Joey.  Randy, Tammie and Kendra took turns holding the Joey.  Mom snuck a picture of Kendra, while the employees were trying to get Randy's picture to print.  From there we went to (the infamous) Sturgis.  The place we stopped for gas was where George and I had stopped on one trip through the area, many years ago.  I recommended the little cafe' tucked away in the back of this gas stop.  I think we all agreed it was "just like they Hi-Way Diner in Lyons."  Good eats for cheap...can't beat that!  After supper, we drove on to Rapid City, then south to Mt. Rushmore.  We also went through the museum part of the display area.  It was interesting to see the process the sculptor went through before the final piece.  There were many models of his vision on display, as well as videos and newspaper articles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Mt. Rushmore, we drove back to our hotel in Spearfish.  The list of places to see on Monday, were made before we called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After midnight, I got a call from the parents I had watching Jaydee.  Jaydee and her friend decided to run away, after the parents had told them they weren't going out Sunday night.  The girls were reported as runaways.  Monday morning, I let the rest of the travelers know what was going on.  The decision was made that Mom, Dad and I would head back to Lincoln and deal with Jaydee's issues.  Kendra would stay behind with Tammie and Randy to go to Bear Country and the Reptile Gardens, then they would head back to Lincoln, too.  Around 2 pm, I got a call that Jaydee (and her friend) had been found.  All I know is it is going to be one long summer for Jaydee.  She is on restrictions and will not be going to any summer activities, unless it is a family event (like Janell's picnic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pulled into Lincoln, just before 8, I noticed there were a lot of tree limbs and branches on the ground and in the street.  The aftermath of a storm seemed to describe what I was dealing with, with Jaydee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is...the good, the bad and the ugly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3587003926541451640?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3587003926541451640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3587003926541451640' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3587003926541451640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3587003926541451640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-trip.html' title='Memorial Day Trip'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-962977169186733917</id><published>2008-05-21T09:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:46:58.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ah ha moments!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You confidence could get you exactly where you need to be right now, either in your career or in your romantic life -- or in both! Seek out the people who make you feel like you're a rock star, and reboot your ego. Once you're feeling more self-assured, dramatic results should show up right away -- possibly by tonight. This could be the start of a very powerful phase for you -- you are capable of achieving great things, you just need to believe it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my horoscope this morning.  I usually don't put a whole lot of faith into these things...just read them for entertainment.  The last line is something we all need to remember!  That is where the "ah ha" was.  In looking back over what I have managed to achieve in the last 3 years, I know this to be true.  When I am in a confident state of mind, I can accomplish anything.  Many times it's a leap of faith to get to the confident part.  Going back to school is one example.  If someone would have told me in 2005, you will: not only go back to school, but be accepted at PSU, for your BA in Psychology; work towards your goal of being a Youth Leader; be preparing to move to Portland in one year; in addition to being a single mom.  I would have told you you needed a Psyche ward somewhere!  Yet, this is where I am, today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ah ha" part 2&lt;br /&gt;In looking over the acceptance package from Portland State Univ., I realized I could double major, with Social Work as my second major.  In researching this further on their website, their Social Work program can have an emphasis in Youth Leader!  I know there is a lot of work ahead of me, but step-by-step, I'll make it happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-962977169186733917?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/962977169186733917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=962977169186733917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/962977169186733917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/962977169186733917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/05/ah-ha-moments.html' title='ah ha moments!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6031497035612754398</id><published>2008-05-14T14:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:56:17.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude check</title><content type='html'>-Just got my Acceptance to Portland State University!! I am so excited! Ok I don't start until Fall 2009, but I am in!! One more step to this goal!&lt;br /&gt;-Financial aid is available to Southeast Community College, if I go full-time. Decisions, decisions. This means I need to cut back at work. The gratitude here is: I am financially able to take this leap of faith.&lt;br /&gt;-Being able to give away 6 bags of clothes to Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;-Can't say it enough: My HUGE circle of support, whether in person or miles away.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God we live in a free country where we can say "(insert politician's name) is bad/evil" and not be shot or imprisoned.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God we can preach the Good News and carry a Bible in plain sight, without the threat of being arrested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6031497035612754398?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6031497035612754398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6031497035612754398' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6031497035612754398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6031497035612754398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/05/gratitude-check.html' title='Gratitude check'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-1998514324597777532</id><published>2008-05-11T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T13:32:05.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out the new link!</title><content type='html'>I've added another blog to my links.  This is an open blog, and I'd like to invite everyone to contribute to it.  It's named "God Sightings".  Pretty self-explanatory.  So...where have you seen God today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-1998514324597777532?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/1998514324597777532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=1998514324597777532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1998514324597777532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1998514324597777532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-out-new-link.html' title='Check out the new link!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7959415710938212504</id><published>2008-05-10T20:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:54:03.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Purging</title><content type='html'>No, not food, tyvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent 3 hours just cleaning out the walk-in closet.  3 bags to Goodwill, 2 bags to Piecemakers (quilters at church), 2 bags of crocheted blankets to Lutheran World Relief (giving up the Craft Fair idea), and one bag  of trash.  And that's just the hangers and shelves.  Haven't even started going through the boxes on the floor, yet.  It's a (much needed) start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7959415710938212504?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7959415710938212504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7959415710938212504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7959415710938212504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7959415710938212504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/05/purging.html' title='Purging'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-8497617557774752167</id><published>2008-05-04T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:32:36.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of celebration!</title><content type='html'>Jaydee's Confirmation was today.  Not only is this an awesome day, as a Lutheran, but also as a mom.  No more prodding to get Sermon Notes handed in.  Ok that's a bad way to look at it.  It was a proud moment, when she stood up, in front of church (with other students) and took on responsiblity for her own walk with Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully, all of my family was able to attend her Confirmation and lunch afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;celebration part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, I was going through a drawer and came across some folders from high school.  After a good laugh at the many notes from my friend Jeanna, I started looking at other things.  My original ACT score/document was in there.  (Now I don't need to dig out my transcripts, anymore! lol)  The "celebration" came when I found my weight card from when I was in TOPS.  I am .5 lbs over my "worst high school weight"  So technically, I'm back to my high school weight!  just too funny for words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-8497617557774752167?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/8497617557774752167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=8497617557774752167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8497617557774752167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8497617557774752167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-of-celebration.html' title='Day of celebration!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-478112768022545940</id><published>2008-05-01T11:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:44:33.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May Day!</title><content type='html'>OOPS!  Should say "Happy!" May Day.  The title looks like a call for help! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months of 2008 have gone by.  Hard to believe we are in May, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My weight loss journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly dropping the pounds as quickly as I would like to.  Still within 10 lbs. of my goal, though!  (can we say "maintain"?)  I did check my BMI, and am just one point into the "overweight" category.  When I lose 6 more lbs. I will no longer be "overweight"!  WHOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travel lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to plan and look forward to all of the trips on my calendar for this year.  MT is less than 30 days away.  ID is less than 60 days away.  AZ/OR is just over 90 days away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Budget/Financial Planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning more in this area in my Personal Finance class.  There are areas I am doing well in, others need some improvement, which I will be doing over the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Degree goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have applied for admissions to Portland State University to start attending Fall 2009.  I am still waiting to hear their decision.  However, with my current GPA, it shouldn't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Organized environment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the kitchen is in better shape than it had been.  A start?  One room down, five to go.  Continue to purge stuff from all areas.  Just chipping away at this project.  The more stuff I get rid of, the less I will need to move (next year)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-478112768022545940?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/478112768022545940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=478112768022545940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/478112768022545940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/478112768022545940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/05/may-day.html' title='May Day!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-4206124113825663075</id><published>2008-04-25T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T10:40:01.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude plus</title><content type='html'>-Thank God, I'm healthy mentally!  After hearing the stories of the speakers for my Abnormal Psychology class, last night, that was my first reaction.  All three speakers have battled mental illness all of their lives.  The paranoid schizophrenic was amazing to listen to.  The fact that she is still alive is only by God's Grace. &lt;br /&gt;Last week, we went over healthy coping styles (to avoid stressors.)&lt;br /&gt;    Psychological--1) Self-efficacy (confidence) 2) optimisim 3) hardiness 4) ethnic identity (I'm a mutt and dang proud of it! lol)&lt;br /&gt;    Behavioral--1) Problem focused coping-style 2) social support 3) type B personality (over type A) 4) wellness.  (ok I could use more sleep and exercise...2 out of 3 isn't bad!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Even with Spring allergies, I am grateful for God's presence in the Spring blossoms and buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God for my ever expanding circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God for planes, trains (ok lightrail or El, as in Chicago, -type) and automobiles.  Basically blessed with the modern transportations.  The ability to visit family and friends in far away places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God for new beginnings and this journey, I call my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;This was in one of my e-devotions.  It really fits my mantra!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is an ADVENTURE - live by faith (Eccl 4:1-5:9) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is a GIFT - enjoy it (Eccl 11:1-6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is a SCHOOL - learn your lessons (11:7-12:8) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;·&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life is a STEWARDSHIP - fear God (Eccl 12:9-12) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stewardship to me isn't fearing God, but honoring him by sharing our abundance with others, whether it's monetary or time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4206124113825663075?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4206124113825663075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4206124113825663075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4206124113825663075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4206124113825663075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/gratitude-plus.html' title='Gratitude plus'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6570275015260611163</id><published>2008-04-19T22:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:53:04.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognition Breakfast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5h336lT-Zgw/SAq-FEyrEtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/R-IWSutsH4k/s1600-h/at+Volunteer+recognition+breakfast+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191170514892821202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5h336lT-Zgw/SAq-FEyrEtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/R-IWSutsH4k/s200/at+Volunteer+recognition+breakfast+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was the recognition breakfast for area Lutheran church "Volunteer Of The Year" honorees.  This is a picture my friend, Linda took for me.  There is going to be a more professional picture available, but I don't know when.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this was the "first annual", I reallyl didn't know what to expect.  32 invitations went out to area Lutheran churches, requesting nominees.  Of those 32, 27 churches sent nominations.  Of those, 21 were present at the breakfast.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After introductions and breakfast, the Lt. Gov. Sheehy (sp?) gave the keynote speech.  In his speech, he said Nebraska was ranked #2 for volunteerism in the nation.  I thought that was a cool stat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each of the volunteers' bio was read and a placque was given to them.  There was a placque to be displayed at the church, and a framed certificate for the individual.  When I heard some of the bios, I realized how big of an honor this really was.  There were 3 ladies who were "90 years young," who had been volunteering for decades, not just years.  There was an older couple who was not only recognized by their church, but also by Tabitha (a rehabilitation hospital here in Lincoln), for their service to "Meals On Wheels".  This couple delivered over 200,000 meals to shut-ins.  AMAZING numbers!  Another gentleman was honored for organizing the Lincoln chapter of the "Orphan Train."  Although I put a lot of hours and energy into the Youth Group, I certainly have a lot of admiration for the other honorees.   I definitely felt humble, listening to what the others have done, and still do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to laugh at the group picture.  I got to stand in the back row!!  With all of the little old ladies, I was actually tall enough for the back row! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6570275015260611163?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6570275015260611163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6570275015260611163' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6570275015260611163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6570275015260611163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/recognition-breakfast.html' title='Recognition Breakfast'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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/_5h336lT-Zgw/SAq-FEyrEtI/AAAAAAAAAXM/R-IWSutsH4k/s72-c/at+Volunteer+recognition+breakfast+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-7885583911155145196</id><published>2008-04-17T09:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:50:40.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the day...</title><content type='html'>"This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two days, the wind was blowing like crazy.  The wind was still blowing, when I woke up this morning.  Behind the wind, I could hear the rain hitting the window.  At first, I groaned and thought "this would be a good 'stay in bed' type of day".  Then this verse popped into my head.   I'd much rather have a nudge from God, than a thump to the head (those thumps can hurt sometimes.)  So embracing this, I am watching it rain and appreciating the nourishment it is giving the other living things around us.  The trees are starting to bud and the rain will keep the pollen count down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, there were motorcycles driving down the street by my office.  It was almost as if they were teasing me about being outside "playing."  Today, the distractions aren't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, on the way to dropping Jaydee off at school, I almost hit a Mallard duck, who was sitting in a parking lot.  Poor little guy looked dazed and confused.  He wasn't where God intended him to be.  A concrete parking lot is a far cry from a lake of water.  That thought made me think "I wonder  how many of God's children are like that duck?  How many are not where He intended them to be.  How lost and confused are these children of God?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7885583911155145196?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7885583911155145196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7885583911155145196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7885583911155145196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7885583911155145196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-day.html' title='This is the day...'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3848540883857165234</id><published>2008-04-09T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T15:23:34.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude check</title><content type='html'>It's been about a month since my last gratitude check, so it's that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I am beyond blessed with options in my life.  I am not limited to one or two places to attend school.  In this day and age, I am able to complete my degree at the college of my choice.&lt;br /&gt;-I am blessed with the opportunity to teach my daughters how to set a goal and pursue dreams.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God for second chances, as my life is filled with those.  A second chance at a college degree.  A second chance with a career change.  A second chance at making my life much more positive and joy filled than it has been in the past.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God for allowing me to stand in His glory and witness His hand in nature.  Feeling the power of the water falling at Multnomah Falls.  Hearing his presence in the wind and the waves, while standing next to the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God, the doctor was able to diagnose Dad's knee problem and give him relief from the pain in his knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3848540883857165234?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3848540883857165234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3848540883857165234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3848540883857165234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3848540883857165234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/gratitude-check.html' title='Gratitude check'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-1069078295616249011</id><published>2008-04-07T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:55:31.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying accountable</title><content type='html'>Following up with my plans for 2008...90 days down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the classes I am taking this quarter actually covers two aspects of my 2008 Plan.  Personal Finance goes into more depth than the "Good Sen$e" class I took last fall.  Plus it counts towards my academic goal!  Love when I can knock two things off at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another small debt is one payment away from being done.  Now that the "big" debts are what are remaining, this list is not going to shrink as fast as it has the first three months this year.  Even so, I am still on track to be debt free by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the academic part of my Plan...Toured Portland State University.  (loved it!)  I learned they work with a long list of employers in the area, so they are able to offer internships, both paid and unpaid.  Since it is located in the center of downtown Portland, I should have no problem finding a job near the college.  If not, I discovered most areas of the city are only 15-20 minutes away.  Their top three programs include the field I am majoring in: Psychology. (bonus!)  I now know this is where I want to complete my degree...the application for admission has already been sent.  I also learned I need two quarters of a Foreign Language.  So it looks like I'll be taking Spanish classes by the end of the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, I received my 50# award at Weight Watchers!  I am now 10# to go from my goal.  Now that it's warming up, and daylight is around later in the day, I will start walking or (gasp!) running a few days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the "lots of travel" part of my Plan: Finalizing plans for the trip to MT in May.  Gearing up for the ID trip in June ("along for the ride" on this one...just being where I'm told to be, when I'm told to be there. lol)  I don't remember if I included this earlier, but a trip to AZ is now in the works for Aug.  The girls need to see Grandma Hudd and Aunt Sherrie.  Both girls are excited about their first plane trip.  Since we are going to be moving to OR (summer 2009), I am choosing to take them to OR over Christmas Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one area I seem to be struggling with is "organizing my environment."  I'm still chipping away at this goal.  As this is not a favorite task, I'm not quite motivated to do anything major.  Keeping the girls focused on this area is also a struggle.  I do have two more bags waiting to be taken to Goodwill.  I guess that's a start.  (Mental note: Don't let this one slide.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-1069078295616249011?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/1069078295616249011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=1069078295616249011' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1069078295616249011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1069078295616249011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/staying-accountable.html' title='Staying accountable'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6550822881048539302</id><published>2008-04-04T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T10:44:14.549-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon last day and trip home</title><content type='html'>The last day was pretty much uneventful.  We stopped at Walmart to transfer my pictures to a CD, for Terry.  Gotta love technology!  130 pictures on one disc vs. 130 physical pictures...coolness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about visiting any city with a native is discovering local favorites.  If I had been traveling on my own, I would not have stopped at the place we went for Sunday Brunch.   The place was busy, to say the least.  The table we sat at had a view of the grill.  It was interesting to watch the staff work in sync with each other, just like clockwork.  EVERYTHING was made from scratch, including the pancakes.  No Egg Beaters here! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I had to be at the airport at 6:30 a.m., I needed to be asleep by 9.  I think my body went into shock...I'm NEVER in bed before 10! lol  Up at 4:30, out the door and off to breakfast.  It's a good thing I had a pretty big breakfast, as I would find out 12 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, getting out of the car, at the airport was hard.  I did not want to leave, and it had nothing to do with "being on vacation."  The flight from Portland to Minneapolis wasn't bad.  We were placed in a holding pattern over Minneapolis, putting us on ground about 15 minutes late.  Normally that wouldn't be a bad thing, but my connection gate was on the other side of the airport, and the plane would be boarding already.  I pushed my way through the crowd and SPRINTED (thank God I'm in fairly decent shape!) across the airport.  Running on the moving walkways is a little weird, I will admit.  I rounded the corner to the gate I'm supposed to be at and there's NO PLANE!  Oh HELL no!  I get to the gate and the flight number is the correct number, but a different time (Thank God, I can breathe now!).  After verifying the flight was delayed, I could relax a bit...and I had 2 hours to do it.  Yuck! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While sitting in MN, I called both girls to let them know I would be at least 2 hours late getting home.  Obviously dealing with jetlag, I spaced the fact off that Jaydee wouldn't be out of school until 3.  When she didn't answer her phone, I called her friend's cell.  When her friend said "she should be in school.  I'm at an appt. with my mom," I realized I wasn't in the right Time Zone.  Feeling kind goofy, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the two hours sitting at the gate, watching the display screen praying it wouldn't be delayed any longer, or worse yet canceled.  The snow outside the window kept getting heavier and heavier.  The flight finally boarded.  The pilot informs us we have to wait for our turn in line for de-icing.  (oh joy) Wait time: about 15 minutes.  (ok np)  But it'll take 30 minutes to de-ice (UGH!)  Fortunately, I sat next to a kind lady, who happened to live in Lincoln and grew up around Madison...oh and enjoys flying and golfing.  So we chatted quite a bit.  Once the de-icing thing was done, we start moving.  Then the pilot informs us it'll be "a bit longer" as the runways were being re-routed due to ice and snow.  Another 20 minutes of sitting.  FINALLY land in Omaha 3 hours late.  By the time I got to my car, got lost, then found, filled up with gas then home, I was about 4 hours later than I would have been otherwise.  Oh yeah stopped to eat something...14 hours after breakfast.   Like I said, it was a good thing I had a big breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6550822881048539302?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6550822881048539302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6550822881048539302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6550822881048539302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6550822881048539302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/oregon-last-day-and-trip-home.html' title='Oregon last day and trip home'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3048492365228376201</id><published>2008-04-03T10:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T13:48:49.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Days 3 &amp; 4</title><content type='html'>Friday, I had my appointment at Portland State University for a tour of the campus.  The uniqueness I discovered is how the campus is laid out in downtown Portland.  Just from walking the campus buildings it is hard to believe 25,000 attend college there.  I am "sold" on attending classes here.  The average class size is 25-30, plus there are more upper-level classes available in the nights and on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ironic part of this tour was who had the umbrella.  Those who lived in OR and WA had to borrow one of the umbrellas.  Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' me from Nebraska was smart enough to bring one along! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my tour, we took a ride on the Aerial Tram.  The tram was built to transport patients to the med. center.  However, the public can use it as well.  The pictures (and views) from this ride were incredible!  Looking out over the river and City Center was just so cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were halfway across Portland, we drove up to Vancouver, WA to visit Terry's mom and sister, Kim.   (Side note: Chris is/was still in Seattle with Whitney, as she recovers from her heart transplant.  So I didn't get to see her  :(  )  We took Terry's mom out for a late lunch, then returned to her house to play some cards.  BTW ladies rock at cards! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; (enough said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were in Vancouver, it started snowing HUGE snowflakes.  This was starting to concern us about the plans to go to the coast on Saturday.  The mountain pass we would cross was being closed due to the weather.  Fortunately, by Saturday morning the roads had cleared and the pass was open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the coast, we stopped for lunch in Sherwood, OR, just south of Portland, at a "Sushi &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Teriyaki&lt;/span&gt;" place.  I had to laugh as we were waiting for our food, I started really listening to the music being played.  When one of my favorite Christian worship songs started to play, I started to laugh.  Here we were in an "authentic" Asian restaurant, with (very) American Christian worship music playing in the background! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;McMinnville&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to stop and visit the Aviation Museum, where the "Spruce Goose" is housed.  Normally, I wouldn't have chosen to visit such a place.  I'm glad Terry drug me into this.  The planes were really interesting, as well to see all of the changes in Aviation over the years.  There was a cut-out of one of the first commercial jets.  Looking at that made me really appreciate what I had flown into Portland on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing next to the Pacific Ocean was awe-inspiring.  From the hotel room, I could watch the waves roll in from a great distance.  The Pacific certainly wasn't very "peaceful" that day.  A storm was starting to roll in to the north.  We took advantage of the sun, while we could and took some pictures, while we were out on some rocks.  The rocks we were walking around on had little tiny clam (looking) shells embedded in them.  I'm not much of a biologist, but it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; to see all of the "homes" of these tiny creatures.  (To the Gatewood clan: No I did NOT bring any rocks home.  I thought of Grandma's suggestion, though!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3048492365228376201?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3048492365228376201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3048492365228376201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3048492365228376201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3048492365228376201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/oregon-days-3-4.html' title='Oregon Days 3 &amp; 4'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-390595185768790654</id><published>2008-04-03T08:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T08:28:13.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolness!</title><content type='html'>I got so focused on the Oregon trip, I forgot to tell about the message I received on the way to the airport!  As I was waiting for my salad at Cracker Barrel (running early so stopped for a good meal), my phone rang.  It was my friend Linda, saying "congratulations!".  I had no clue as to what she was referring to.  It couldn't have been the trip to OR, because I just told her I was on my way to the airport.  She then tells me, I had been nominated for "Volunteer Of the Year" at Southwood (Lutheran Church).  It was a good thing I was sitting down, because you could have knocked me over with a feather!  Chip (the Youth Director) had nominated me, for my work with the Youth Group.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I got home, and checked the mail, that I realized it wasn't just our church this recognition was for.  Thrivant Financial (a Lutheran organization) is honoring volunteers in the Lincoln area.  This is the "First Annual" event, so I really don't know what to expect.  All I know is I have been invited to a breakfast to honor volunteers.  So come back for the "rest of the story", in 3 weeks! lol&lt;br /&gt;What a call to get as I'm on my way to the airport!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-390595185768790654?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/390595185768790654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=390595185768790654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/390595185768790654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/390595185768790654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/coolness.html' title='Coolness!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-1998464895868774555</id><published>2008-04-01T09:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:13:11.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon Trip - Days 1 &amp; 2</title><content type='html'>What a Whirlwind Trip! Definitely not long enough, in my book. I had a hard time figuring out what Time Zone I was in, Monday. I have a slide show to the right on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of background information: My host, Terry and I have been friends since high school and website partners for 4 years now. He is a native of Portland, and has lived there all of his adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight from Omaha to Denver, then Portland went very well. No glitches, however had a bit of a yikes! moment in Denver, when I was called to the podium. They just asked if I would change seats (from row 21 to 12), so a family could sit together. I thought for sure they were going to bump me or something just as bad. A little turbulence going into Denver, but I can't think of a time that a flight into Denver wasn't bumpy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of year the normal temp in PDX (aka Portland) is 45-50 degrees and rainy. Thinking it would pretty much be the case for my trip, I had a heavy jacket. Silly me for leaving my "Portland TrailBlazers" winter coat at home. I soon regretted that decision, as the temps were more in the 30s than 40s. Thank God, Terry had an extra coat I could wear. You'll see me dwarfed in his coat in the pictures! lol Even the cashiers, at the places we visited, commented on it "never snows this late in the year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, walking out of the airport to the MAX (lightrail) station was a bit of a shock to see/feel freezing rain. After taking MAX to downtown Portland, I met up with the bus Terry drives. It worked out that he was on his last run, then he was done for the night. After work, we met up with Terry's roommate to grab a bite to eat. Sounds simple enough, but I swear this visit to the restaurant was a visit to the Twilight Zone. The waitress kept forgetting about us. She was the spaciest woman I have ever met in my life. After asking if I could have the onions left off of the steak wrap, she asks me if I want Onion Rings. (hello!) The guys ordered breakfast sampler platters, which included pancakes and bacon. She served the eggs, hash browns and sausage, but forgot the rest. Even after pointing it out to her it still took 15 minutes. By this time, I'm just about to fall asleep sitting up. We finally gave up and talked to the Manager, who comped our meals. It took close to 90 minutes, when it should have taken about 45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Terry and I went sight seeing. We started by going to Multnomah Falls. When we arrived, we decided to grab "breakfast" at the snack bar. (Polish dogs for breakfast? lol) While we were waiting in line, it started to snow. Oh joy.  Fortunately, storms pass quickly, unlike snowstorms in Nebraska.  So we wandered around the gift shop for a while, just long enough for it to stop snowing.  Then we walked up to the bridge.  There is the option of hiking to the top of the falls.  As cold and nasty (weather) it was, we decided not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back into Portland, we went to "The Grotto", which is a (Catholic) sanctuary.  This place was beautiful and peaceful.  A wonderful way to get exercise! (God does work in weird ways...never thought I'd say those words! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After The Grotto, we drove to the top of Mt. Tabor.  Mt. Tabor is a dormant volcano, right smack in the middle of Portland.  Plus the view from the top is just amazing!  There's a small ampatheater (spell?) which is along a portion of the volcano which had blown at one time.  So you can see the blackened lava rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course had to check out, at least one of the malls.  We walked around one for about an hour, after eating at the food court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who wonder over here from "The Gatewood Newsletter"...now you see how I lost 3 lbs. this trip!  Needless to say, sleeping Thurs. night was not difficult.  After all the walking/hiking, I was down for the count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-1998464895868774555?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/1998464895868774555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=1998464895868774555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1998464895868774555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1998464895868774555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/04/oregon-trip-days-1-2.html' title='Oregon Trip - Days 1 &amp; 2'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3437745092498963022</id><published>2008-03-20T13:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T13:48:57.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying through/catching up</title><content type='html'>Whohoo! made it through finals! &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm getting ready for my favorite hobby...travel! This will be the first time I've flown since 9/11.  So I'm learning all sorts of new things about TSA.  I'm being conscious about the fluid ounces of each of the liquids I am carrying on.  Considering this is a "quickie" trip (less than a week), I'm trying not to check any luggage on.  The downside of that is the limited amount of shampoo, toothpaste, etc. I can carry on.  I just hope I don't have to sit next to some unpleasant person.  (headphones are a wonderful thing!)  I have my croc (wannabes) and umbrella ready for the "wet" season in OR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside of my trip is not being able to meet up with one of the friends I had planned on.  Her daughter had heart transplant surgery just a few days ago, on Monday.  For the praying people who read my blog, please pray for Whitney.  She is just 17.  Fortunately, she's progressing faster than the doctors had expected.  Her mom is pretty much living at the hospital, for the next month.  If she's anything like me, she'll be needing prayers of patience, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day for the girls, before they start Spring Break.  Both are looking forward to time off from school.  Kendra is not happy with the teacher who gave them a Research paper to work on over break. lol I've been informed that the Easter Bunny still needs to be allowed in the house.  (I'm thinking it has more to do with the chocolate, not the eggs! lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY EASTER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3437745092498963022?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3437745092498963022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3437745092498963022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3437745092498963022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3437745092498963022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/03/flying-throughcatching-up.html' title='Flying through/catching up'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5669460389174299549</id><published>2008-03-07T10:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:29:31.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>60+ days down</title><content type='html'>-Organization&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I broke down the bunk beds; moved my bed into the girls' room; built two futons in the larger room for the girls...plus the cleaning needed to make this change.  The girls now have bigger beds AND more room to move around.  My challenge for this weekend: my home office (scary place to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Financial planning&lt;br /&gt;Opened a Roth IRA (or did I mention that last time?) Paid off three more small bills.  Still on track to be debt-free by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Travel&lt;br /&gt;Ended up with an unexpected trip, yesterday.  Drove to Kansas City with my boss to pick up a new truck for the company.  I drove the company car back to Lincoln. &lt;br /&gt;19 days until my "Springbreak" trip to Oregon.  Working on plans for MT (in May) and ID (in June)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Education&lt;br /&gt;Three more classes to go on campus and 10 more days online (4 assignments including the final).  I will miss the counseling class, but not the creative writing class.  I don't mind the creativeness.  I just don't like the "on demand" part.  Spring quarter starts on April 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Weight&lt;br /&gt;This is a major irritant.  I'm down from where I was Jan. 1, but still not at goal.  Taking 3 months to lose 5 lbs. is driving me nuts.  I wish I had room for a treadmill at home.  I need to stop making excuses for not going to the gym.  Maybe, someday soon, it will be warmer than 1 degree and I'll be able to go outside to get some exercise in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've covered the "New Years Goals"...if not, watch for part 2 lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5669460389174299549?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5669460389174299549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5669460389174299549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5669460389174299549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5669460389174299549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/03/60-days-down.html' title='60+ days down'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7338682484107146424</id><published>2008-02-15T11:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T11:27:55.572-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up...</title><content type='html'>ok not really, I'm actually avoiding my poetry homework.  Mid-term is due tonight at 11:55.  I am supposed to analyze the classmates' fixed form poetry, as well as write a 700-word paper on one of the poems in our textbook.  I will be so thankful when we shift to fictional writing, next week!&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of school, I am soooo loving the counseling class!  The teacher is two years younger than me, and is from Valley.  Other than the lady (mother of 7) from Sudan, I am the oldest in the class.  That's ok, though.  One classmate is from Lyons, but I can't remember her last name.  I am looking into possibly changing from the Academic Transfer to the Human Services AA program.  It would open up future job possibilities, that would not be available to a Psych. degree.  (To really "make money" in the Psych field, I would have to go into clinical research or would need a Masters degree at minimum.)&lt;br /&gt;Registration for next quarter was last Weds.  I will be taking "Personal Finance" online, and "Abnormal Psychology" on campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must tell about the little stinker, I'm raising.  Kendra had been on a mission to make sure I had roses for Valentine's Day.  She would ask me for the phone number to the floral dept. at a couple of the grocery stores.  I would then explain she would need a credit card to order anything over the phone.  So Weds., after church, we stopped at a grocery store, on the way home.  While Jaydee and I were getting things we needed, Kendra headed to the floral dept.  After a couple of cell phone calls, she had all of my work info. (address, phone# etc.)  As we were checking out, she had something behind her back, and was asking me for $2.  After I gave her the cash, she took off for her own checkout line.  In the car, on the way home, she announces that she was sorry she couldn't send flowers, because it was $20 more than what she had saved.  Thurs. a.m. she presents me with a pretty pink lace heart with dark chocolates inside.  (love those antioxidants!)  After lunch, here comes the (grocery store) delivery van, with a single rose in a vase, for me.  No she couldn't send me flowerS, but she could send a flower!  Little stinker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaydee's in "Jaydee's World".  Typical teen...total focus is on friends and extra curricular activities.  We will be dress shopping this weekend, for some upcoming event at Campus Life (Christian organization).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(last but not least) Gratitude check:&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God for the brains to see a fraudulant e-mail when I see one.  (Also thanks to the BBB, who is working with me in reporting this matter to the FTC.)  Note: After receiving 3 AVON "orders" from bogus people, I decided to do something about it this time, instead of "ignor"ing it, like the AVON director told me to do.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God Emily has signed on for the ID trip!  (The bus is reserved! whoohoo!)&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God we now have 14 girls signed up and are now looking for a THIRD female sponsor!  This is beyond our wildest dreams to have this many signed up to go!  (Considering the first trip like this only had 4 girls signed up)&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God for Dare2Share being a sell-out.  Over 6000 are expected to attend, here in Lincoln next Fri and Sat.  (prayers for better weather than last year, would be appreciated!)&lt;br /&gt;-Thank God for space heaters!  (Lord, spring cannot come soon enough this year!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7338682484107146424?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7338682484107146424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7338682484107146424' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7338682484107146424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7338682484107146424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching up...'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-4145202072278409194</id><published>2008-01-30T11:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T11:23:33.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days down</title><content type='html'>Being accountable, how am I doing on my plans for the year, now that 30 days have past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"reach my goal weight".  Of the 20 left to lose, I'm now down to 15.4 "to go".  That's for the Weight Watchers' goal.  I do have a personal goal of another 10 more.  First, I want to be able to maintain at the WW goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"start college savings plans for the girls"  I have a meeting with the investment banker at my bank on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"using 'Good Sen$e' lessons" I have paid off two small debts.  Now that monthly money can go to the next debt on the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"work on Associates Degree" 3 weeks down, 9 to go for this quarter.  At the end of these classes, I will have 25% of my required credits.  In two weeks, I sign up for my next quarter's classes.  May have to bite the bullet and take that stupid science class, which is required.  (yuck)  I think I'd rather have a root canal without anesthesia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"organized living environment" This one is not going so well.  I have boxes and bags set to go to Goodwill.  I keep thinking "I have more to add, before I take those over".  Need to just do it and be done with it.  I bought an over-the-door shoe organizer.  That seems to work a bit better than the shoe rack, which we all trip over.  May have to buy some more of the over-the-door things, could be used for extra storage, since that is one thing this place seems to lack...storage space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"travel lots" It's a good thing my boss likes me.  The girls and I have been to Kansas City.  On the calendar I have: March-trip to Portland, Oregon ("mom respite", visiting friends and PSU campus) May-trip to Montana (George's memorial and spreading of the ashes) June- trip to Couer D'Alene, ID (Youth group mission trip to a work camp).  July or August - trip(s) to AZ to bring the girls to visit Grandma Hudd and Aunt Sherrie, then return to pick them up.  I figure if I have to pay for a chaperone, I just as well earn the frequent flier miles.  Sometime before Dec., Mom and I will be using our vouchers to go to California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4145202072278409194?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4145202072278409194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4145202072278409194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4145202072278409194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4145202072278409194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/01/30-days-down.html' title='30 days down'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3838596560255235864</id><published>2008-01-22T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:10:25.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Melodies (class assignment)</title><content type='html'>Memories of Melodies&lt;br /&gt;As high energy as The Entertainer,&lt;br /&gt;with its ragtime rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;As lazy as floating down&lt;br /&gt;The Swanee River.&lt;br /&gt;As sweet as the sound&lt;br /&gt;of Amazing Grace.&lt;br /&gt;Her fingers were as sturdy as&lt;br /&gt;The Old Rugged Cross.&lt;br /&gt;As comforting as&lt;br /&gt;the 23rd Psalm&lt;br /&gt;They could make your toe tap&lt;br /&gt;with The Beer Barrel Polka,&lt;br /&gt;just as easily they would march to&lt;br /&gt;The Battle Hymn Republic.&lt;br /&gt;As the spirit would lead her,&lt;br /&gt;she would play the music&lt;br /&gt;by ear or by heart.&lt;br /&gt;Even when her memory was sadly lost,&lt;br /&gt;the music remained&lt;br /&gt;in her nimble fingers,&lt;br /&gt;as they flew across&lt;br /&gt;the ebony and ivory keys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3838596560255235864?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3838596560255235864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3838596560255235864' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3838596560255235864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3838596560255235864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/01/memories-of-melodies-class-assignment.html' title='Memories of Melodies (class assignment)'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-7672596592500458194</id><published>2008-01-22T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T10:35:54.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!</title><content type='html'>Made it through the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Jaydee's 14th birthday. She went (roller) skating with friends, and what appeared to be 50 or so acquaintences. Then 3 friends spent the night. I ended up taking one of them home, because she wasn't feeling well. Saturday, I took them to the mall for about an hour, before they had to go home. Then met Mom, Dad and Tammie at Don &amp;amp; Millie's (diner-type fast-food). I dropped Jaydee and Kendra off, so I could run across the parking lot to get the cupcakes and candles. Randy was able to join us, after he got off work. In the midst of celebrating with Jaydee (who would have rather been in a bed somewhere, since she was up until 4a.m.), we went over travel guides to South Dakota.  We now have a list of "want tos" to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Don &amp;amp; Millie's, Jaydee met some friends at SouthPointe (mall) Pavilion, while Kendra and I went to Walmart.  Somewhere along the way, I lost my mind and agreed to let (another) friend spend Sat. night.  The agreement was so she could go to church with us on Sunday.  Since my mind was already gone, by Sunday night, she spent Sunday night too.  Then Monday morning, Jaydee and her friend were dropped off at church to go skiing at Mt. Crescent, IA.  (Two bus loads of middle schoolers and adult sopnsors.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over night Sunday, Kendra came down with a nasty fever.  (praying this stuff doesn't get passed along to anyone else)  So I spent the day, on Monday, in and out of the office, including having the office phones transferred to my cell phone for a few hours.  Fortunately, we got Kendra into the doctor's right away.  She's been diagnosed with the flu.  It's bad enough that she's sick, but with the flu we can't give her antibiotics and send her to school.  (I would have rather had an infection than the flu diagnosed.)  Oh well, such is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7672596592500458194?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7672596592500458194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7672596592500458194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7672596592500458194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7672596592500458194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/01/whew.html' title='Whew!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7528263256822633937</id><published>2008-01-15T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:48:48.684-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KC Trip</title><content type='html'>Since my trip to Sacramento was postponed, due to George's death, my boss (and the managers) paid for a trip to Kansas City.  The girls and I drove down last weekend.  Although the drive down was cloudy and cold, it went smoothly.  We had a good time.  Went to Union Station, which is a lot of small museums in one place.  Very interesting place.  We will have to go back another time, to make sure we can visit the Irish Culture exhibit.  Then we had supper at the Crayola Cafe, in the Country Club Plaza.  After supper we walked around the mall area for about an hour.  There are a lot of specialty shops and boutiques in the plaza.  The girls each used their trip money (Thank you, Aunt Tammie) to make build-a-bear (not that brand, though) animals.  A good time wouldn't be complete without ice cream, so that was the next stop.  (By this time, I felt like I could have exploded from all the food!)  The girls wanted to try ice skating, which was across the street in an outdoo pavillion.  Long story short, in order to encourage Kendra to get onto the ice, I ended up on ice skates myself.  Made it around the rink 1 1/2 times.  The thought "If I fall, I could break (fill in the blank)" kept running through my head.  This thought kept me from putting major effort into trying to skate any more than I did.  Then we walked back to the hotel.  The girls bought some snacks and a deck of cards at the gift shop, and we went back to our room.  Sunday, we bought a couple of trinket souveniors and headed out.  We had planned on stopping at Perkins for breakfast, but ended up at Denny's.  I had to eat my own words, and follow the "if it's someplace we can eat in Lincoln, I'd rather not go" rule.  Since there's a Perkins, but not a Denny's in Lincoln, I had to comply.  We got back to Lincoln around 3, with enough time to stop at Walmart for our weekly groceries, eat Supper and be at Youth Group by 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for updates on my "Plans for 2008"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7528263256822633937?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7528263256822633937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7528263256822633937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7528263256822633937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7528263256822633937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/01/kc-trip.html' title='KC Trip'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-9160439070759823106</id><published>2008-01-02T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T11:58:30.864-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Plans, not Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I plan to:&lt;br /&gt;Reach my goal weight.&lt;br /&gt;Start a College Savings Plan for both of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;Travel lots (this includes a lot of side adventures, such as whitewater rafting in ID, but will hold off on the skydiving until after Kendra graduates.)&lt;br /&gt;Use the information learned in the "Good Sen$e" class I took and implement those teachings.&lt;br /&gt;Continue on my path towards achieving my Assoc. Degree (long term goal: Psych. Degree)&lt;br /&gt;Continue progress on living in a more organized environment.  (Mom will say, "about time!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-9160439070759823106?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/9160439070759823106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=9160439070759823106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/9160439070759823106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/9160439070759823106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2008/01/making-plans-not-resolutions.html' title='Making Plans, not Resolutions'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-4234214225514246465</id><published>2007-12-31T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:41:53.872-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Final gratitudes for 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1)Thank God for preparing me to live through George's death.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;     He has prepared me through (my) Stephen's Ministry training, books I've read on counseling and Psychology and (too many to count) "close calls" (with George's health).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2)Thank God for all of the angels he has put into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;     God was felt or seen: Through someone's hug or kind words.  Through helping hands.  Through all of the prayers.  Through all of my Christian brothers and sisters who have "stood in the gap".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3)Thank God for the "mountain top experience" in July. (for trip stories, go back to the postings from July)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;     Ok I thought I was going to die, by the time we got to the top.  I'll admit, I wanted to throw Chip off the mountain every time I heard "just a little further".  Looking back, that encouragement is what kept me going.  Definite life lesson here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4)Thank God for Tigger (go back and read "My Next Tattoo" posting)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;5)Thank God for allowing me to experience Christ through: Dare2Share, The GOSPEL Journey, Newsboys Concert, as well as the trip to New Mexico.  (God forgive the disgruntled CU fan who pulled me over, and ticketed me for following too close/agressive driving.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4234214225514246465?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4234214225514246465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4234214225514246465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4234214225514246465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4234214225514246465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/12/final-gratitudes-for-2007.html' title='Final gratitudes for 2007'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-1758603592981837141</id><published>2007-12-19T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:09:26.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Hand</title><content type='html'>Non-believers and some seekers would be looking at the recent events in my life and say "Where is God in all of this?  Why would He take a father away from two young ladies?"  First off, I am not, nor will I be the only woman placed into this situation.&lt;br /&gt;     This is where God has been in all of this:&lt;br /&gt;     -He was seen in the angels I have for neighbors, Chip and Amy.  He was in the timing, by having Chip and Amy up later than usual, to accept Jaydee and Kendra into their home while I dealt with the EMTs and other officials.  Then He provided an alternative place for the girls to spend the night, on Chip and Amy's couches.&lt;br /&gt;      -He was seen in Tammie, who willingly came over to be there for support for all of us during this event.  Then again as she sat by my side during visits to the funeral home and planning session at church.&lt;br /&gt;     -His timing was as perfect as could have been.  1) George was home and not on the road. 2)He wasn't behind the wheel of a fully loaded truck.  3) I was home, and hadn't left for California, yet.  4) Kendra wasn't the only one at home, which could very well have been the case if this happened on that Friday.&lt;br /&gt;     -As His timing continued to be shown; Mom already had the time off and was able to come here and help with details and support.  Even cleaning my house, while I worked on paperwork and "administrative" details.&lt;br /&gt;     -In the days that followed, He was in every prayer said on our behalf.  He was in every caring voice who asked "How are you doing?"  He was in every hug given.  He was in every cleansing tear shed.  He is in every card and message received.&lt;br /&gt;     -He has been seen in the care and concern given to the girls by their respective school Administrators.  (Note:On Tues. a.m., I asked for a TeamMate to be matched with Kendra.  I've come to find out...that afternoon, the TeamMate's office happened to have called the school asking if there was a possible match, as they had an opening)&lt;br /&gt;     -I have been blessed to have two very dear brothers in Christ give the Memorial Service, and stand by me through it all.&lt;br /&gt;     -We were blessed to have Grandma Hud, and the others from AZ, be here in time for Kendra's final performance at our church Christmas Program.&lt;br /&gt;      -Every time a piece of forgotten but needed information appeared before me, He was there.&lt;br /&gt;      -He provided others to clean out George's truck, so I didn't have to find the time and energy needed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;       -He's in the offers to help with "memory builders" such as "Memory Bears" (thanks Mom) and Memory quilts (thanks Janell).&lt;br /&gt;       -He will be there in the months to come, as well.  As we move forward, we remember FROG -- Fully Rely On God.&lt;br /&gt;For me to say "God wasn't by my side" would certainly be Satan's hand, not God's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-1758603592981837141?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/1758603592981837141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=1758603592981837141' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1758603592981837141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1758603592981837141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/12/gods-hand.html' title='God&apos;s Hand'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-4019636561404143137</id><published>2007-12-12T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T23:18:23.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Touching base.</title><content type='html'>Just letting everyone know, I'm doing ok.  Feeling much more productive and functional today, than yesterday.  I realize (through all of the counseling classes I've taken), there will be good days and bad days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed with an awesome support team, including my blood family and my church family.  I have a number of people who have been checking in with me frequently, to see how I'm doing.   That has really helped keep me grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (Mom, Tammie and I) completed most of the memorial service arrangements today.  I still have some odds and ends things to do, such as locate and organize pictures to display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls went back to school, today.  I went in and talked to either the Principal or Vice Principal at both of their schools, to let them know of George's death.  They helped by informing the teachers of the situation.  Jaydee chose to come home at 1:45, but Kendra made it through the day.  After our usual Weds. night church activities, they both came home in good spirits.  It is my goal to keep as much routine in place as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who have been praying.  The prayers have truly been felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4019636561404143137?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4019636561404143137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4019636561404143137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4019636561404143137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4019636561404143137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/12/touching-base.html' title='Touching base.'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-7780914249813519867</id><published>2007-11-20T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:39:23.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving - part 2</title><content type='html'>I should say a continuation of counting my blessings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My stubborn, independent-thinking, spontaneous, caring (for others) daughter. Even though these characteristics show up as defiance (and drive me nuts) most of the time, I need to remember they are good characteristics to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) My little Libra, with her scales out most of the time, saying "that's not fair!" I can see her as an advocate of some sort, someday in the future. Again, I need to remember this is a good charactheristic, while I'm explaining for the Nth time "life isn't fair".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My NEEDS are provided to me by the grace of God. I have a roof over my head, a comfortable bed to sleep in, blankets and a furnace to keep me warm, food on my table and in the cupboard, clothing and shoes to protect me from the elements (and embarassment). Regardless of how modest I see these things, I have to remember I am part of the 10% of the richest people on earth...and I am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Friends. I cannot stress this enough. Whether God has placed people in my life for "a reason, a season or for life", I value their presence. I have learned to surround myself with positive, encouraging people. Whether it's to teach me a lesson or me to teach them a lesson (give them guidance?), God will lead us to where He needs us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5a) (as Janell reminded me...) The most obvious blessing of all, Jesus. He took the sting of death for my sins. For that I am thankful, on a daily basis. God provided a "scapegoat" in his son, Jesus. 5b) Worship music to help me put my feelings into words, to share with seekers and non-believers. &lt;strong&gt;I am free to run. I am free to dance. I am free to live for You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7780914249813519867?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7780914249813519867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7780914249813519867' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7780914249813519867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7780914249813519867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-part-2.html' title='Thanksgiving - part 2'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-4913391253186537638</id><published>2007-11-16T09:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T09:39:20.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In honor of Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>What are you thankful for?  This is real simple, list 5 things you are thankful for and post to your blog.  Let's all count our blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;1) My children's health.  There are 3 young people on my prayer list who aren't as blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) An awesome mentor to work with in Youth Ministry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) My circle of prayer partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Having too many choices before me, in regards to college classes/courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Wonderful friends who help me forget all the troubles in my life.  (Especially the one(s) who wouldn't bail me out of jail, but would be sitting next to me saying "dang we messed up!")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4913391253186537638?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4913391253186537638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4913391253186537638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4913391253186537638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4913391253186537638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-honor-of-thanksgiving.html' title='In honor of Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6988393092859734159</id><published>2007-11-09T11:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T11:50:06.255-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up (or is it getting everyone else caught up?)</title><content type='html'>ER: Well, almost...&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Kendra caught her left index finger in the car door.  We had stopped at a convenience store, on the way to Weight Watchers.  I had already gone into the store, and was getting my coffee, when she comes around the corner with tears in her eyes and a pained look on her face.  Her finger was already turning dark blue/black and the knuckle was out of place.  Coffee forgotten, off we go to LinCare (non-ER emergency care), only to discover they don't open for another hour.  So we went to a near by fast food drive thru for our coffee and orange juice, and a cup of ice.  Amazingly, Kendra was being very patient through all of this.  I figured I had better let George know what was going on, as he wasn't home yet (picking him up at some point was on the agenda).  He reminded me our regular doctor's office is open on Saturdays, for emergencies and shots.  While Kendra and I waited at LinCare, he called and got an appt. at the regular dr's office.  By the time a doctor actually looked at her finger, the knuckle had worked it's way back into place.  (I'm guessing Kendra re-located it, while she was messing around with it.)  We did X-rays, just to make sure it wasn't broken.  While we were waiting for the X-ray tech., she started to freak about all the things she wouldn't be able to do with her finger in a splint: play violin, play bells and (worst of all) play football.  When the doctor told her it wasn't broken and all it needed was ice and Ibuprofen, you could see the relief on her face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 29, a new member was added to my office.  Her name is Heidi and was 7 weeks old (now she is 9 weeks).  This fur-ball is keeping me on my toes.  She is a St. Bernard/Bernece mix.  She is my boss' dog.  There were 11 in the litter she is from, and he (my boss) wanted to make sure she had company during the day.  Other than keeping her from chewing everything in sight, she's settling in nicely.  When it's nice out in the afternoon, I take her kennel at the boss' home.  She rides ok in a car, no motion sickness...thank goodness.  However, she insists on sitting in my lap.  Big dogs and small laps are not a workable combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School:&lt;br /&gt;My Sociology teacher is on medical leave.  At the beginning of the quarter, she was scheduled for heart surgery in December.  A week later, her dr. decided the surgery needed to be moved up to Oct. 31.  Then the Friday before her surgery, she ended up in the hospital with a staph infection.  Now that that has cleared up, she finally had her heart surgery (triple bi-pass), yesterday.  The substitute is ok, but she teaches at UNL and subs at SCC.  She's got the "rich kid" attitude that most UNL freshmen have.  I've gotten into a couple of debates with her, in regards to her beliefs.  The next few weeks will be focussed on writing my research paper, for this class.  I have 3 of my 10 sources located.  I'll be working on the other 7 this weekend, when I have time to go to the SCC library.  (my class is in the downtown extension...opposite ends of town).&lt;br /&gt;Jaydee got her 1st quarter report card, yesterday.  3-As 3-Bs and 1 D (due to her not turning her work in on time, otherwise it would have been a B, as well)  A vast improvement over her grades from 6th and 7th grades.&lt;br /&gt;Kendra gets her report card today.  Elementary doesn't grade A-D, instead 1-4.  She usually has 3s and 4s, which is "satisfactory" and "above satisfactory".  She's on a mission to read 10 "Golden Sower" books, so she can attend the "Golden Sower" party at the end of the year.  She already has 3 read and two more at home.  She still has to write a report on two of the ones she has read.  She has until March to get this all done, so I don't see a problem with her achieving her goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what's on the forefront of the brain, at the moment.  Will have to take the time to fill in the gaps, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6988393092859734159?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6988393092859734159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6988393092859734159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6988393092859734159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6988393092859734159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/11/catching-up-or-is-it-getting-everyone.html' title='Catching up (or is it getting everyone else caught up?)'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3845980456980285852</id><published>2007-11-05T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T09:54:51.249-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My next tattoo</title><content type='html'>My next tattoo is going to be of Tigger.  Yes, the one and only "T-I-double G-ER".  Before anyone thinks I've totally lost it, let me explain.  Last night, I was catching up on my taped Oprah sessions.  I almost deleted this, without watching it, now I'm glad I watched it.  The whole program was on "how to handling dying".  One gentleman was a professer at (I believe it was) Carnegie University.  He had been diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer.  He only has 2 months left to live, according to doctor's estimates.  During this time, he is doing what he can to live life to the fullest.  He had recorded a lecture explaining his life's philosophy.  The one part that stuck with me is "Are you a Tigger or an Eyore?"  Tiggers are bouncy, energetic and full of life, with a positive "can-do" attitude.  Eyores are mopey, pessimistic beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not getting a tatttoo, because of just one person's comment.  Yesterday, I heard the words (even though paraphrased a bit) "live like you're dying" three times, in different unrelated events.  This would be a reminder to be that full of life, energetic character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3845980456980285852?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3845980456980285852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3845980456980285852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3845980456980285852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3845980456980285852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-next-tattoo.html' title='My next tattoo'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6106063807163800830</id><published>2007-10-16T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T15:36:54.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here!</title><content type='html'>To answer Janell's question...I am still here!Between my classes, church and the girls' school activities, there just isn't a whole lot of time left over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sociology class I am taking is entertaining.  This class has a lot of 18 and 19- year olds, and isn't quite as balanced as the Composition class I took the Spring quarter.  The teacher earned her degree at 43 years old, so is a bit of an inspiration to me.  I don't try to "show off" in class, but it's just weird being the only one who has enough experience in life to answer some of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I had a meeting with Executive Travel.  I had set it up to learn how to become a travel agent, without being an Independent Contractor (hate dealing with tax issues!).  Somehow, in the middle of the meeting, it turned into an actual interview.  Here I am in jeans and a nice mock-turtleneck, but not my usual "interview" clothes, answering interview questions.  (coolness, part 1)  In August, I had attended an informational meeting with this company, but they focused on the independent contractor route (which costs $3000).  During this meeting, it was explained that the usual track of an agent in their organization is: 1) Leisure travel 2) Business travel 3) Group travel 4) Corp. group travl.  During my one-on-one meeting, I was told they didn't have any openings at the moment.  However, to check in once every other week.  He thinks he could find a spot for me, in the near future.  With my computer background, plus working business-to-business (in CA), he's thinking of putting me in the business division.  (coolness, part 2)  This would be a step above their entry level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaydee and Kendra played bells for two of the three services, last Sunday.  There are only 5 in their "jr" bell choir, however quite a few people stopped them after services to say how well they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the current NUTshell version of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6106063807163800830?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6106063807163800830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6106063807163800830' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6106063807163800830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6106063807163800830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/10/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-2712227386942434783</id><published>2007-10-02T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:30:18.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up, before I get behind</title><content type='html'>Classes for the Fall Quarter start tonight.  I'm taking Intro. to Sociology, this quarter.  If it is interesting enough, I may switch majors from Psychology to Sociology, or I may turn it into a double major.  A lot of the classes I am interested in are in the Sociology category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College classes (for the next 9 weeks) are Tue and Thurs nights.  Weds. nights are "at church" nights.  The girls have bell practice at 5:30 (Jaydee is playing now, too.)  At 7:00, starting to night and for the next 7 weeks, I am taking a Bible Study on the book of Revelation.  Jaydee's Confirmation classes are 3 weeks on, 3 weeks off at 7:00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was talking to a co-worker, yesterday, I realized I have a lot of "big events" coming up.  Dec is the trip to Sacramento.  Feb. is Dare2Share, here in Lincoln...a HUGE Christian gathering for middle and high schoolers.  June is our Youth Trip.  We had planned on going to St. Petersburg, FL.  However, that has changed to Coeur D'alene, ID (lower cost with more outreach options).  None of this even starts to cover the holiday and birthday events! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-2712227386942434783?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/2712227386942434783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=2712227386942434783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/2712227386942434783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/2712227386942434783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/10/catching-up-before-i-get-behind.html' title='Catching up, before I get behind'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-1252935958495220107</id><published>2007-10-01T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T13:47:33.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Sighting update</title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;All three churches (Southwood (the one I attend), Zion and Middle Cross) have agreed to the sale of the land of our former church building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued prayers requested for Middle Cross as they search for a new location.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-1252935958495220107?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/1252935958495220107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=1252935958495220107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1252935958495220107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1252935958495220107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/10/god-sighting-update.html' title='God Sighting update'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-8088036995213270549</id><published>2007-09-21T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:36:20.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God sighting</title><content type='html'>Last year, when our church was preparing to move onto our new land and building, many of us were thinking "why hasn't the current building/land sold?"  At the time, I knew God had ideas that we weren't aware of.  It turns out I was right.&lt;br /&gt;     First off, the building is being rented by a "seed" church called "Middle Cross Church".  They had been meeting in the auditorium of a school.  So a temporary home was needed for them.  This congregation had signed a lease with an option to buy clause.  God answered a "temporary" prayer with this transaction.&lt;br /&gt;     In the meantime, over the summer, Zion Lutheran church had a fire, which (from my understanding) gutted the church.  Considering this church was on the historical society register, it was sad to lose this building.  As many Christians have witnessed to, God has ways of making good out of bad situations.  Even Job was "blessed with two times what he had lost".  This past week, Zion has placed an offer to buy the old building and land.  (From my understanding) they're planning on rebuilding the old church, to be used as a satellite location.  Which would be a blessing to their members who are not able to drive to the new location (if the sale goes through).  The purchase of (our) church would allow them to continue to grow.&lt;br /&gt;     All three congregations need to approve this sale.  If you are a praying person, please pray for God's will in this transaction.  He is definitely moving these congregations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-8088036995213270549?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/8088036995213270549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=8088036995213270549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8088036995213270549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8088036995213270549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/09/god-sighting.html' title='God sighting'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7712653506771409839</id><published>2007-09-19T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:31:59.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for attitude check</title><content type='html'>-I am thankful to have angels to entertain. (lemme 'splain) The Gatewood blog and discussion about Grandma Rachel had me thinking about the angels who watch over me. Those angels include, but are not limited to, Rachel, Mabel, Nanny, and the grandpas. There is a Newsboys song called "Entertaining Angels", which in a roundabout way tells about how we keep the angels entertained with all of our mishaps and life's adventures. Music and travel make me think of Rachel. Baking makes me think of Mabel. "Spit and vinegar" attitude reminds me of Nanny...God empowers us all, big and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My kids, who entertain me. Latest entertainment: Kendra (literally) sneezing a tooth out. She had a loose tooth, which fell out when she sneezed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A wonderful world full of technology to entertain me. (feeling a theme here?)  Thankful that 1)I live in a rich country where I am blessed to have leisure time 2) and can afford all the fun techno-gadgets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Animals to entertain (not sure who entertains who).  The office cat "Gotto" just head-butted the calf of my leg, then backed up and jumped up on the chair behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7712653506771409839?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7712653506771409839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7712653506771409839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7712653506771409839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7712653506771409839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-for-attitude-check.html' title='Time for attitude check'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5112505209920534609</id><published>2007-09-05T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:49:53.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will I learn?</title><content type='html'>The last time I said "I'll go!", I ended up in Canada.  (Trips to San Antonio and (Dulce) New Mexico don't count, I intended to go on both of those trips.  Now, it looks like I'm going to Sacramento with Mom, in December.  Boss has given me clearance.  Last thing to cover is who's going to watch the girls for a few days.  Shouldn't be too much of a problem, as I am blessed with a huge circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool part is being able to celebrate my birthday on the west coast!  My buddy, Charlotte's birthday is the day before mine.  I'm hoping she can meet up in Sac, so we can actually celebrate together for the first time in 15 years or so.  I have a list of people I would love to meet up with, in the short amount of time we will be there.  Heck, might even see who's left at the California Chamber of Commerce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Kevin, Woody and Russ...other "birthday buddies"...we used to celebrate our Dec. birthdays together.   UCD alumni, but living elsewhere.  Russ is in NM, Kevin and Woody are in OR.  Kevin and his wife (also a friend) both have family in CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are endless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5112505209920534609?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5112505209920534609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5112505209920534609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5112505209920534609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5112505209920534609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-will-i-learn.html' title='When will I learn?'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7993614218716232665</id><published>2007-08-29T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T12:13:51.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's devotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My reflections follow the devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the arrival of each new grandchild, I've seen this device appear in their home; it looks like a little transistor radio. But there's really not much channel selection on this little radio. In fact, there's only one channel. It's tuned to Baby. When Mom has put the little angel to sleep, she goes into another room and she turns on what they call a baby monitor. With it, you can hear any unusual noise coming from the baby's room, and then you know baby needs you. My observation in our family has been that no matter what else is going on in the room, Mommy remains mentally tuned to that one channel; always listening for a sound from baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Ron Hutchcraft and I want to have A WORD WITH YOU today about "Monitoring Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's an old Gospel song called "Turn Your Radio On." One verse says, "Each of us is a radio receiver", the idea being that we should be tuned to one channel - God's channel. If you want a life with solid direction instead of confusion, well, that's not a bad idea. The problem is, there are so many voices on so many channels broadcasting into your heart that too many times we miss our Creator's voice. Oh, He's speaking, but we're not hearing. So we're on our own on the wrong road.&lt;br /&gt;That's why the example of Samuel in our word for today from the Word of God is so important. In 1 Samuel 3:10, there are six words that, if they are frequently in your heart and on your lips, can literally change the course of your life. Because you'll know what God wants you to do in each situation, and you'll be living the plan you were made for.&lt;br /&gt;Samuel is a young man, living at God's temple, training for spiritual leadership under the chief priest, Eli. Three times a voice calling Samuel's name woke him from his night's sleep. And three times Samuel got up and reported it to Eli. Well, the third time Eli got it; the Lord must have something to say to this boy. So, following Eli's instruction, Samuel goes back, lies down, ready to respond in the way Eli had wisely advised him to. The Bible says, "Then the Lord came and stood there, calling as at other times, 'Samuel! Samuel!' Then Samuel said, (Now here are those six powerful words; one of the most significant prayers in the Bible.) 'Speak, for your servant is listening.'"&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, a more honest prayer many times would be this. "Listen, Lord, your servant is speaking." We talk to God a lot more than we listen to God. Instead, like a young mother attentively listening to that monitor for that one voice she always responds to, you and I should always be listening for a voice from heaven in our heart. It's hard to pick up what God's saying if you're talking all the time, if you're running so fast and so hard that you run right past God's still, small voice. If you're a controlling person who basically wants God to bless what you do rather than you doing what God will bless. God may have been trying to say something to you on many occasions, and you missed it because you were too busy, too distracted, or just too set on your own way. Great way to mess up the beautiful thing God is trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah "prayed to the God of heaven" before he "answered the king" the Bible says (Nehemiah 2:4). He "prayed to our God" it says when he was suddenly facing serious danger (Nehemiah 4:9). David "inquired of God" the Bible says before he decided whether or not to become involved in a battle (1 Chronicles 14:10). Jesus "spent the night praying to God" before He made His staff selections (Luke 6:13). Always, for those who want God's best, there is that stopping to say, "Speak, Lord, Your servant is listening." Every time you open your Bible, every time you go to church, every time you consult with a spiritual brother or sister, say it: "Speak, Lord, your servant is listening."&lt;br /&gt;There probably already have been too many times when God was calling your name with a message just for you and you missed it, because you weren't consciously listening for Him. If you want to make regret-free, error-free decisions in your life, make a lifestyle of always listening for the voice of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was excited to read this, this morning.  At first, I was going to skip it, but something (God) told me to continue to read.  It really spoke to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;As in the past few posts, I am doing my best to focus on God's Will not Cindy's Will.  I'm doing my best to tune into God's channel.  As much as I respect my elders and others comments and opinions, the words that really count are God's.  One verse that keeps popping up is Matthew 19:21.  It's the story of the rich, young, righteous man, who asks Jesus what he needs to do to be perfect.  Jesus tells him to "sell your possessions, and give to the poor...Then follow me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am ready and willing to go this far.  Those who are attached to their possessions will not understand this.  God will provide for me, just as he provides for the sparrow.  I may never have a big new house or an expensive new car, but that's ok.  You can't take these things to Heaven.  I'd rather have my "treasures" for eternity, not temorarily here on Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am told to focus on my children, as they grow up quickly.  If God's plan is for me to be in a different physical location than I am now, He will protect my children.  I've said it before and I'll say it again, "God will open and close doors in order to lead me to where he needs me."  Yes, those plans may disappoint those around me, however I am chosing to bow to God only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7993614218716232665?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7993614218716232665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7993614218716232665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7993614218716232665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7993614218716232665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/08/todays-devotion.html' title='Today&apos;s devotion'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7923011319459038705</id><published>2007-08-21T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:06:13.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In response to Janel's query...</title><content type='html'>(what is in the Cascade Mountains)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is almost like asking a Harley rider why he/she rides a Harley.  I have wanted to live in Portland since high school.  When I lived in CA, I would take trips to or through the Portland area.  I could give you the "tourist" reasons for living there, but it's more than that.  It's more than standing on the Multnomah Falls Bridge and feeling the spray of the waterfall on your face.  It's more than standing on Crown Pointe, overlooking the Columbia River Gorge, with the wind blowing your hair.  It's more than sitting in the Portland International Rose Gardens, overlooking the city of Portland with Mt. Hood as a backdrop, with the heady smell of roses surrounding you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was hiking and walking through the Rockies, in July, I was reminded of the Cascades.  It was close, but just not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who live in Portland and Vancouver (WA).  Just hearing stories about the teens they work with and deal with, shows me how much God's Grace is needed.  These kids are searching for something to fill a void in their hearts only Jesus can fill.  Without knowing the Gospel, they will turn to Satan's ways (insert Wiccan, Atheist, etc.)  Because of this, I see a need in the area for God.  Yes, there are teens in Omaha that need counseling as much as those in Portland.  However, Omaha is in the Bible belt, whereas Portland is on the far left/liberal side.  Teaching the Good News to someone who has never heard it before is a bigger challenge than someone who has heard the teachings.  I know I can only plant seeds, it's up to God to fertilize and nurture those plantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(keep the questions coming...it makes me think! :)  )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7923011319459038705?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7923011319459038705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7923011319459038705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7923011319459038705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7923011319459038705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/08/in-response-to-janels-query.html' title='In response to Janel&apos;s query...'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-8519921469276976145</id><published>2007-08-20T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:07:59.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Will</title><content type='html'>"For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you and asking God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all spiritual wisdom and understanding. And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light." Colossians 1:9-12 (NIV)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse was in my "daily encouragement" e-mail this morning.  Even though I haven't been meditating on it, I am struggling with what God's Will really is, in my life.  I'm drawn to the Youth Ministry.  However, there are days in which I question God's plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how God will work through others.  Since the trip to New Mexico, I have been asking "what do you want me to do?  Do you still want me with the Youth Group?  WHERE do you want me?"  Every time I start to doubt my walk towards the Youth Ministry, one of the youth I have been working with will do something that says "this is where you want to be"...kinda like God thumping me on the head.  Yesterday, for example one of the guys (who had been on the trip) came up and gave me a bear hug!  Just totally out of the blue.  THAT is why I'm doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "WHERE" question is a struggle.  I am drawn to the Cascade Moutains area.  Most of my family is here, in Nebraska.  Do I follow my heart? or head?  If I am following God's Will, He will open the doors (as well as close) to "lead me to where He needs me".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-8519921469276976145?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/8519921469276976145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=8519921469276976145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8519921469276976145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8519921469276976145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/08/gods-will.html' title='God&apos;s Will'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-1124571398006158228</id><published>2007-08-16T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T09:17:16.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attitude Check!</title><content type='html'>I am grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being overweight!  Ok that sounds really bad, but beats the crap outta being obese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-cooler temps.  Over a month of nasty humidity and heat is enough to make a saint swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-back-to-school shopping is done!  and being able to provide for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-a new school year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-being part of planning and organizing Youth Group activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-God's Grace and forgiveness.  Every day of life is one more day to live for God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-1124571398006158228?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/1124571398006158228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=1124571398006158228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1124571398006158228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1124571398006158228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/08/attitude-check.html' title='Attitude Check!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-4888194690754689900</id><published>2007-08-09T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:36:59.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought provoking questions</title><content type='html'>Answers to LDCP's questions.&lt;br /&gt;This was very thought provoking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When you were 18, what did you imagine your future would look like? How close is your reality to your vision?&lt;br /&gt;I was going to move to Portland, OR and major (at Portland State University) in Business - Accounting.  Made it as far as Davis/Sacramento, CA.  (Got the coast right!)  After marriage and kid #1, moved back to Nebraska.  Now that kid #2 is almost 11, I'm (finally?) taking college courses towards a degree in Psychology.  Can you say "detour"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is one piece of advice you wish you'd been given as a young person?&lt;br /&gt;lol!  Before the age of 30, I thought I knew it all!  Little did I know how much I didn't know.  I'm not sure I would have even listened.  Keep your butt in college until you are finished.  It will be a (bitch) of a time to do it when you have kids.  I'm constantly telling the girls not to get married until they are 25 and have a college degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is the best money you ever spent? &lt;br /&gt;(will be) on my college degree and any expenses involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What was your biggest financial mistake-the complete waste of money that haunts you to this day?&lt;br /&gt;all the money wasted in my youth on booze and having a good time.  Very expensive lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What has been the best surprise of married life? And the worst?  Kids and Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is the best thing about being a woman? And the worst?  Feeling a child grow, during pregnancy.  (worst) Childbirth.  Trying to have it all: family and career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. At this point of your life, is there a dream which you will never fulfill? What is it and what makes you so sure it's out of reach?&lt;br /&gt;As long as I am breathing and physically able, there is a chance to achieve that dream.  (Too many to list here.)  "giving up" is not an option.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4888194690754689900?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4888194690754689900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4888194690754689900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4888194690754689900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4888194690754689900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/08/thought-provoking-questions.html' title='Thought provoking questions'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-169154791564255986</id><published>2007-08-09T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T16:02:50.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Back to school activities are on the agenda for the next week.  Shopping and haircuts (well, Jaydee's still debating on that activity) are this weekend.  Kendra's Open House is next Thurs.  Jaydee doesn't have one, because her school is partially under renovation, yet.  (we are all praying it will be complete in 10 days, when school starts)  Sunday School starts the Sunday after Labor Day.  We are done with registrations, now we are working on (Confirmation) Orientation and (Youth Leader) Volunteer training.  Those are both on deck for the next week or so.  Aug. 21 is the day I can sign up for the next quarter's classes at SCC.  I hope the Fall schedule has better options than this quarter had.  Hardly any 200 level classes were available in the evenings or online.  I'm not quite to those classes, yet, but will be soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda weird looking for school supplies at this age.  But gotta do what I gotta do. (how's that for excellent grammar!?)  To be honest, I'm looking forward to the "stress" of keeping up with classes.  It's almost been too boring these last couple of weeks.  (Not saying that very loudly, God seems to hear me when I say stuff like that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I attended an informational meeting on becoming a travel agent.  (I know. I know!  Just add one more thing to my plate.)  That job is very flexible and would certainly work around a day-class school schedule.  If God really wants me to do that, I'll be getting a phone call. (Matt 7:7, I am knocking, Lord!)  :)  Considering every "occupation assessment" test I've taken has had this as an occupation I would do well in, I thought I'd give it a shot.  My heart is still working with teens in a counseling/youth director position.  Just need something to get me from here to there!  The "perks" that were mentioned in the meeting would be kinda cool...like gift certificates and discounts to hotels and airlines.   THAT I could live with as a benefit!  :D  (Is anyone seeing Grandma Rachel or Clara here!? lol)  So Kendra has the musical talent (from the Anderson's), apparently I have the love to travel gene!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-169154791564255986?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/169154791564255986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=169154791564255986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/169154791564255986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/169154791564255986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6192556477000825633</id><published>2007-08-01T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T18:59:43.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 1</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe it's August, already.  The girls have 2 1/2 weeks until school starts.  I can't wait to get back into a routine.  Since they don't have to be anywhere, I've been flexible with bedtimes.  Needless to say, my "quiet hour" hasn't really been quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course with back-t0-school, comes the shopping.  That is scheduled for the 11th &amp; 12th.  Which reminds me, we also need to get Kendra's violin rented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendra and I went to a handbell choir performance, last night.  The group of teens performing were from the country of Estonia.  The last piece they played was at a very fast tempo.  I think they had as much fun playing it, as we had watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much is on the calendar, this week.  It's been fairly empty for the last two weeks.  Just winding the summer down, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6192556477000825633?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6192556477000825633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6192556477000825633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6192556477000825633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6192556477000825633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/08/august-1.html' title='August 1'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-536944244096215460</id><published>2007-07-13T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T11:59:19.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile...</title><content type='html'>Gratitude with attitude is long overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-MP3 players and other music devices.  It is not a materialism gratefulness, though.  Considering music triggers memories, and is one of the last things forgotten (according to the Alzheimers' studies, I've read/heard.), having this technology is a true blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-The freedom to worship, without fear of landing in prison or death.  (after hearing a story earlier this week of a man who escaped death in Iraq/Iran...he was sentenced for having pages of the Bible in his possession)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-Prayer warriors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-Hot showers and clean bedsheets...comforts of "home".  Love to travel, but always good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-Thank God I'm not 18 again!  Love being around teens (and acting like one?), but I wouldn't go back to all the drama and garbage that goes with the late teens/early twenties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-536944244096215460?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/536944244096215460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=536944244096215460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/536944244096215460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/536944244096215460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile...'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-7381781678903928221</id><published>2007-07-13T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T10:56:37.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Stuff - Part 5 (may be final)</title><content type='html'>Saturday night, we stayed at Id-Ra-Ha-Je (I'd rather have Jesus) Camp in Bailey, CO.  For devotions that night, we answered "What did you learn?" and "I remember when..."  I was impressed with the profound answers many of the teens gave to the first question.  Due to confidentiality, I will not be discussing in cyberspace.  Personally, I learned that not only do I have a lot to teach, but a lot to learn.   "I remember when..." seems to just bring giggles and laughter.  One story will remind someone of another and it seems to just feeds off of each story.  Yes, my ticket was one story brought up.  Thanks to John, who taped the incident on the video camera.  sheesh! &lt;br /&gt;Since I was involved, I can tell about one other story..."The light post slalom course"  Whenever the group went as a whole, I would follow Chip's van (he usually had the directions).  Wednesday, we got back to the gym parking lot, after visiting Pogosa Springs (CO).  In order to position the vans with the side doors facing each other, for devotions, I was waiting for Chip to park.  The next thing I know, he's driving in and out of the light poles in the empty side parking lot.  I said, "what the heck is he doing?!"  As I said those words, it dawned on me that he was just playing around.  Amid the answers I got from my passengers, I heard "Go for it!" from one of the guys.  So I did!  Ok it was just a little too fast for one of the guys.  He was looking a little queazy, when he got out of the van.  It turns out, comments had been made in Chip's van that I would "follow him anywhere".&lt;br /&gt;Sunday a.m. a bunch of the group got up at 6 to "hike to Inspiration Point".  The campgrounds we were at is at 7500 elev. (give or take).  Inspiration Point is at 8500.  I was told "it's only a mile up and back".  I can walk a mile...do that on a treadmill!  My mistake was not drinking enough water the night before.  (a bear had been sighted 50 yards from the girls' cabin, a week earlier, and I wasn't too keen on the idea of walking to the bathroom up the hill in the middle of the night)  Even though I was lagging behind everyone else, I did get to the top!  Not that it was an easy hike in any form, for me.   I kept hearing "just a little farther" from Chip (one more time and I think I would have thrown him off the mountain!)  It goes to show what a blessing it is to have someone pushing you to go "a little farther".  The view from the top was incredible!  Surrounded by mountains and valleys, plus seeing for miles around.  The early morning sun casting a soft glow on everything, and the cool air that hadn't had time to heat.  Someone commented it would be cool to repel down the side.  I said "base jump!" (skydiving without the air plane)  The way back down the mountain was much easier than going up.  I didn't run down, like some.  I felt I needed to be careful not to sprain an ankle (or worse), since I was driving the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Once back at camp, after everyone showered and packed up, we were on the road again.  The plan was to shop some at a mall outside of Denver, eat lunch then head to NE.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Lincoln at 10:00 pm.  We had been blessed with an amazing week without any major illness or incidents.  (I pray) for growth for the seeds which were planted along the way.&lt;br /&gt;CD&lt;br /&gt;PS I'm posting pictures on myspace, click on "pics" then "new mexico".  There are just the few that I have, so far.  I'm expecting to have more over the next couple of weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7381781678903928221?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7381781678903928221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7381781678903928221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7381781678903928221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7381781678903928221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/07/trip-stuff-part-5-may-be-final.html' title='Trip Stuff - Part 5 (may be final)'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-4101213357468869179</id><published>2007-07-12T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:01:30.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip Stuff - Part 4</title><content type='html'>Friday night was special.  That is the night the workcamp honored the residents we had done work for.  A special slideshow was presented with pictures of the residents and some workers.  (I will be able to post some pictures from the workcamp in a week or two.)  A lot of tears and "thank yous", as well as "good-byes". &lt;br /&gt;The resident I had the pleasure of serving was Myra.  She was an older woman, (I'm guessing) in her 60s.  She arrived at the closing program bearing gifts.  The girls were given earrings, and two of the boys were given keychains.  The other adult had been looking for some pottery made by a local artist, so she gave him a piece of pottery.  The earrings and keychains were all hand-beaded by local Natives.  My earrings are blue with a cool yellow and white design, hung on sterling silver.&lt;br /&gt;Our devotions that night was light-hearted.  We went around the group and mention "a memorable moment".   I had to say I was "empowered by power tools".&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Durango, CO the group pitched in $ and bought two games: RISK and APPLES TO APPLES.  From what I hear, the guys had some pretty intense games of Risk.  Apples to Apples (IMO) is a good group game.  Someone could hop in or drop out at any time.  After devos Fri. night, a bunch of us played Apples to Apples.&lt;br /&gt;"Lights Out" Fri. night was at midnight.  We had to be checked out by 8, Saturday morning.  I certainly didn't get much sleep that night.  Some of the other groups were leaving at 6 or 7, so their alarms started to go off at 4 or 5.  Ugh!  I wasn't planning on getting up until 630, but gave up on the whole concept of sleeping around 545.  After a hot shower, started packing sleeping bags and air mattresses.  We (girls) were supposed to be in front of the guys' gym at 730, so we were ready to roll at 800.  To the guys' shock and amazement, we were front and center at 710.  Yes! ahead of schedule.&lt;br /&gt;After a slight delay while waiting for the coffee shop to open, we were on the road a bit after 800.  We drove from Dulce, NM to Breckenridge, CO then over to Bailey, CO to spend the night.  The drive through the mountains was really beautiful.  Some of the scenes reminded me of the drive from Sacramento to Portland (OR).  The Rockies aren't quite as green as the Cascades, but beautiful nonetheless.  After passing over Hoosier Pass (11k ft elev.) and some hairpin turns, we drove into Breckenridge.  (not the worst mt. rd. I've driven...Sawtooth Mts in ID still has that honored spot!)  &lt;br /&gt;Some of the group went "Alpine sliding", the rest went shopping.  From my understanding, Alpine sliding is similar to a luge ride, but without the ice.  I was one of the shoppers.  I found this really cool Scandanavian shop.  Was going to buy a litle (d-something, can't remember the actual name) horse, but couldn't remember if Swede's were red or blue.  Although if I remember correctly, Oakland (NE) has red horses, so it would have been red.&lt;br /&gt;For supper we went to Bubba Gump's.  Should have known better than to go to a restaurant because of the name.  Although it was good, it was over priced and over rated.  The server was more concerned about his automatic gratuity than actually serving us.  (after 25 years in customer service, this is a major pet peeve of mine.)&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for last segment and random thoughts/stories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4101213357468869179?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4101213357468869179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4101213357468869179' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4101213357468869179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4101213357468869179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/07/trip-stuff-part-4.html' title='Trip Stuff - Part 4'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-8375200029649778440</id><published>2007-07-10T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:44:55.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip stuff - part 3 "Musical Notes"</title><content type='html'>The night before we left, I burned a couple of CDs that were church appropriate, for the trip.  As we were leaving the church parking lot, I put the first one in with "Wherever We Go (that's where the party's at)" by the Newsboys, starting the lineup.  We got the van rocking!  I mention this song as it was used and danced to often over the week in NM.  Someone asked if I would play it, as we were waiting for Sunday night's devotions to start.  From then on, it was the "call to devotions" song! &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night was funny! :D  Chad, AJ, Sammy and (probably) Ashleigh were waiting in the van for the others to finish with their work crews.  I thought it was a bit quiet, so put the song on.  Chad and AJ (literally) had the van rocking.  Chip was sitting with his work crew by the building, when he saw the van rocking (his story, not mine) and thought "cool! that van's having fun!  Oh wait that's our van!  COOL!"  (editor's note: may not be exact quotes, but real close)&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we had the song blaring and we were dancing up a storm!  One group leader came over and asked us to be quiet.  I knew it was one song, so I let it ride.  The song is only about 3 minutes long, then we would be a little more quiet.  I think they were just jealous we could have a great time praising Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday or Monday night, we closed devotions with "Hip Hop Jesus Rocks", including actions.  Personally, I think someone was getting a little antsy and needed to get the body moving.  From then on, we closed devotions with this song.&lt;br /&gt;The third song that will get anyone in this group moving is "Get Down" by Audio Adrenaline.  This song was played at the opening of all large group programs.  By Friday, I finally got the line dance part of the actions down.  I should have asked Drew to teach me, but didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was the Variety Show.  Although there were only a handful of acts, most did a great job.  (ok the gal that quoted "Pi" was a little out there, but God bless her for getting up on stage.)  Nick and Drew played guitars, while Nick sang "Beautiful".  (I think that's the name of it)  John, David, Nick and Drew lip synched a shortened version of "Bohemian Rapsody" originally by Queen.  Loved the actions and choreography!  I had been priviledged to watch the practice in my rearview mirror, on the way back from Pagosa Springs, CO.  Brings a giggle just thinking about it! lol &lt;br /&gt;On the way home from NM/CO, I let the teens take over the music by letting them play their Ipods/MP3 players' transmitters through the radio.  I even tolerated the twangy C&amp;W songs...still don't understand how someoneone would think "picking ticks off you" is a great pick-up line.  Chad had me gagging when he played "I Will Survive" by Gloria (what's-her-name) from the disco era.  (Note: I hate this song with a passion!  Thanks to Dave/Dan what's-his-name, who I had to ride home from Jr. High with...had to play that stupid song every day!)&lt;br /&gt;Grandma would appreciate the way music played such a part on this trip.  Especially the praise music!&lt;br /&gt;More to come, later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-8375200029649778440?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/8375200029649778440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=8375200029649778440' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8375200029649778440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8375200029649778440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/07/trip-stuff-part-3-musical-notes.html' title='Trip stuff - part 3 &quot;Musical Notes&quot;'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-6620894904126430571</id><published>2007-07-09T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:27:47.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip stuff - part 2</title><content type='html'>I could give Mary Conneally a run for her money in the novel business, at the rate I'm going here! (J/k Mary)  I did find "Petticoat Ranch" at Borders in Denver!  Showed it to the guys I was with...of course the guys' testosterone was blocking the excitement of a "romance" novelist! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get some pictures, I'll post them.  Be sure to look for the "group" picture...our group shirts were the best of the camp, at least that is what we were told by several people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group was one of 14 representing 10 states.  There were 322 adults and teens, who completed 9000+ volunteer hours for 55 residents of Dulce.  Even though we showed up in groups, we were split into work crews, depending on skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago, at the workcamp in Canada, my crew painted a house.  This time, God continued to challenge my abilities.  (Ok, He knows my abilities...I just needed to see them.)  In Dulce, my crew deskirted and reskirted a mobile home.   We had two boys, two girls, a man and then me on our crew.  Jon, the other adult leader had construction experience.  At the workcamp, the participant has to be 18 to run power tools.  Since Jon was taking care of the details of putting the skirting onto the home, I learned how to run the Skillsaw.  (Dad and Joe do not need to get any wild ideas that I am willing and able to help with any of their projects!)  Unfortunately, I think I have an allergic reaction to the vinyl siding which was used.  My arms are covered in a rash, but not where my gloves and sleeves were.  Needless to say Benedryl and antihistimines are my heroes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our resident's name was Myra.  (I had to be real careful not to call her "Myrna", my aunt!)  She was a real nice lady.  She has 4 kids, 13 grandkids and 2 great-grandkids.  One of her sons and grandson lives with her.  Another son's home was also renovated by one of the crews.  She taught us about her Apache tribe, the Jicarilla (I think that's spelled right).  The way it was explained, the tribe owns the land and each family is given rights to tracts of land.  Part of the reservation is an oil field.  Each family receives a dividend from the oil field profits.  She encouraged our group to visit the local museum, which also had an arts and crafts area.  At the museum, we could watch Natives work on beading and weaving crafts.  The curator showed us a leather piece, which would become a vest, she was beading.  She had about 1/3 of the beading done and had taken 2 months to complete, so far.  That explained why the beautifully beaded items ran $150-500!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to Jon, who was from CA, my crew was from NJ, GA and TX.  Even though there were two from TX, they were from different areas.  One was from Dallas, and the other was from Austin.   Interestingly enough, no one had a real strong accent, like one would expect from these areas.  I did make Katie (from NJ) say "coffee", so I could hear her say "cawfee" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories to come!  Keep checking back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6620894904126430571?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6620894904126430571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6620894904126430571' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6620894904126430571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6620894904126430571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/07/trip-stuff-part-2.html' title='Trip stuff - part 2'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7229446686026331506</id><published>2007-07-09T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:31:20.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaack!</title><content type='html'>Before I get into stories about the trip, an update on the job interview...the job has been given to another candidate.  I spoke with the HR person this morning.  She assured me they were impressed, however the person chosen had 2 years experience in the industry and had a Bachelor's degree in Human Development.  I would much rather "lose" to something like that.  I guess God has other ideas for me...once again patience is on my horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The YG (youth group) mission trip went very well.  We started out with a slight setback.  One of the kids forgot his group t-shirt and asked if we could swing by his house on the way out of town.  No problem.  As I took the first corner out of the church parking lot, an indicator light went off on the dashboard.  It went off after a few seconds, only to come back on at my next left hand turn.  (Houston, we have a problem!)  Fortunately, the van rental place was on the way out of town.  After a quick unload and reload (I have never seen kids move so fast in my life!) we were in a different van and on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George and the girls followed us across Nebraska, stopping for lunch and fuel, when we did.  We got seperated between Denver and Colorado Springs, and it would have been a pain in the butt to reconnect.  The girls had given me hugs and good-byes in Denver, so they continued on their way as we found the church we were staying in in Colorado Springs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The back lot at the church in CO Springs had an awesome view of Pike's Peak.  Wonderful sight first thing in the a.m.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another $40 lesson) Back on the road, after a quick stop at the grocery store for donuts and pop (or whatever a person could find for breakfast).  I had been following the other van through CO (I could get to Denver...but he had directions and knowledge for the rest of the way).  In order not to get lost or seperated, I would change lanes when he did.  Well, State Trooper Mock apparently didn't like this idea and pulled me over for following too close.  (He should have seen the foot or so between the vehicles in rush hour traffic Friday in Denver!)  He also claimed I had cut off two other vehicles, because their brake lights came on after I moved into the lanes in front of them...got a warning for that.  (duh dude! they hit the brakes because you were behind them!!)  It was a general concensus between the passengers of both vans that A) he was bored B) saw the out-of-state plates and C) needed to meet his quota because there was no way I was too close!  Personally, I think he was a disgruntled CU Buffalo fan and saw the Nebraska plates.  I had to bite my tongue when he said I could come back to (the lovely state of CO) to fight the ticket, if I wanted on Sept. 10.  Yeah right...I'm going to spend $300 to fight a $42 ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the 30 minute delay for Ofcr. Mock to have his fun, we continued on to Durango, CO.  Beautiful drive over Wolf Creek Pass!  We stopped at Treasure Falls for photo ops and a "short hike" for some of the group, along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the night at Christ the King ELCA church in Durango.  Us girls had to be up, dressed, packed and cleaned up by 7:45, as our sleeping area was right off of the church Sanctuary.  After attending the 8:05 service, we loaded up and hit the road to complete our trip to Dulce, NM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dulce is in the San Juan Mountains; elevation 7600.  I will post another blog, later today, as my break time is over.  It'll take a bit to get as many stories as I can remember posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7229446686026331506?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7229446686026331506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7229446686026331506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7229446686026331506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7229446686026331506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-baaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaack!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-7514096652001353335</id><published>2007-06-27T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T16:08:02.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>The interview went very well, in my opinion.  It was great to be able to talk about my faith during a job interview! (even said so in the interview)  Downside: I have to wait until I return from the (Youth) Mission Trip to know the results.  So pray, pray, pray for me!  I could (almost) feel my soul sigh as I walked into the building.  The front office has Bible verses decorating the lobby in pictures and knick-knacks.  Would be a wonderful place to work!&lt;br /&gt;(off to more packing!...oh and the four-letter word...work)&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7514096652001353335?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7514096652001353335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7514096652001353335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7514096652001353335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7514096652001353335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-3253967825716039464</id><published>2007-06-26T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:27:14.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As if my life weren't crazy enough, I've added something to my agenda/calendar.  I have an interview, this afternoon, at Christian Heritage Homes.  It is similar to a group home for foster children.  The position is an Administrative Assistant position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last night, our group packed our tools and equipment needed for the workcamp.  We started out with 9 totes, but only used 7.  Good start, in my opinion.  The Youth Leader and I made arrangements for picking up the vans we will be driving.  (of course, since then, those plans have changed slightly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tonight, I will be cleaning and doing laundry...preparing to pack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow, after my New Testament class, I will be picking George up.  Fortunately, his truck is due for service, which they can do here in Lincoln.  Otherwise, I'd be driving to Sioux City. (that would make a long night and short sleep)  If he was only taking a couple of days off, he could just park here in Lincoln.  Since he needs to be with the girls, while I'm gone, they would have made him turn the truck in at Sioux City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thursday, I will be giving a crash course on my job to a temporary employee.  After work, pick up the vans and load equipment packed Monday night.  Go home and finish my own packing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Friday, pick up four bags of ice (for the coolers) and be at church by 7 a.m. (take a nap? lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Then you will have to wait for the rest of the story...when I return!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3253967825716039464?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3253967825716039464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3253967825716039464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3253967825716039464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3253967825716039464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/preparations.html' title='Preparations'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-1253160988216415648</id><published>2007-06-18T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:49:50.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>Although we were very busy over the weekend, I managed to get a lot accomplished. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the final equipment/needs were purchased Friday night, for camp.  The girls were safely delivered to camp, Sunday.  Albeit, Kendra managed to get there without a pillow...even after much ado of trying to get out of the house with my good pillow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the marathon shopping, I did find some of the tools I will be needing for the mission trip.  I found a "paint kit" with roller, brush and pan at Dollar General for just a couple of dollars.  Considering it'll be a one-use item, I didn't want to spend too much on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to Janell's...even though mapquest had the wrong road number.  We can now say we've been on the "Robert's Dairy (ads) farm"!  Jaydee now knows Barn Swallows belong in the barn, and it is not necessary to call Animal Control.  (oh the knowledge I take for granted)  You could say, it was an eye-opener to me... I really do have "city" kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-1253160988216415648?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/1253160988216415648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=1253160988216415648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1253160988216415648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/1253160988216415648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-5825943913953812331</id><published>2007-06-15T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T10:07:00.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Final countdown to many things.  Checklists in hand and being marked off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Getting the car tuned up this morning and the oil changed tomorrow morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Girls are packed for camp, for the most part.  Just need to buy a few things tonight, and do laundry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Go! Go! Go! all weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Next week, I'll have the house to myself, but the calendar is full.  Meetings on Monday and Weds.  Coffee with friends on Tues. and Supper with Tammie and Randy on Thurs.  Kids home on Friday.  Needless to say, I'll be saying "TGIF" next Friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-5825943913953812331?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/5825943913953812331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=5825943913953812331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5825943913953812331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/5825943913953812331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-6099659945426208930</id><published>2007-06-14T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T10:25:16.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things kids do...</title><content type='html'>I'm catching housework up, now that I'm not in classes.  Last night, I was stripping my bed, to wash the sheets.  When I pulled the pillow case off of one of my pillows, out pops this old nasty pillow.  OK where is my good pillow?  After some doing, I got a confession out of Kendra.  She had swapped out my pillow with one of theirs.  My good pillow was packed away in the duffle bag, ready for camp!  (Teach me for letting her have the big bag!)  Little terd, not only had my pillow, she also had Jaydee's favorite pillow case, with the "Lord's Prayer" on it.  After finding her "Lord's Prayer" pillow case (one issue down) and a "camp appropriate" pillow in it, we got her re-packed.  (and she wonders why I call her "Turkey butt")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-6099659945426208930?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/6099659945426208930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=6099659945426208930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6099659945426208930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/6099659945426208930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-kids-do.html' title='The things kids do...'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-4715203897480818559</id><published>2007-06-12T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:51:14.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mental check</title><content type='html'>Or is it just mental notes?  It will probably end up being just random rambling thoughts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "California" crew starts their "Odessey in the Odessey", today.  How odd (snicker).  Praying for Myrna's sanity! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing my best to stay on track at work.  My mind is working overtime on upcoming events.  After this weekend, I will be able to breathe a bit, for a day or two at least.  Work, itself, isn't helping.  Firecracker day...started out with a bang, then went *poof*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is shopping, laundry and packing-day.  Last minute things that the girls need for camp.  Since I'll be gone most of Saturday, groceries will be taken care of, too.  Kendra has been "packing" for 3 days now.  She'll find something she wants/needs for camp and will put it into her bag.  Jaydee will be throwing things into her bag at the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday is the meeting for the leaders of the New Mexico trip.  Fortunately, 3 of the 4 of us have been to a work camp.  Thank God, it's not 2 rookie leaders leading, this time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-4715203897480818559?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/4715203897480818559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=4715203897480818559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4715203897480818559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/4715203897480818559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/mental-check.html' title='Mental check'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-9173570458343627715</id><published>2007-06-08T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T09:00:28.328-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Will Make a Difference</title><content type='html'>This was one of my e-devotions, this morning.  Lucado definitely has a wonderful way of bringing things into perspective.  Bottom line: it's all about attitude.&lt;br /&gt;C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I Will Make a Difference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Max Lucado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will make a difference. I will begin by controlling my thoughts. A person is the product of his thoughts. I want to be happy and hopeful. Therefore, I will have thoughts that are happy and hopeful. I refuse to be victimized by my circumstances. I will not let petty inconveniences such as stoplights, long lines, and traffic jams be my masters. I will avoid negativism and gossip. Optimism will be my companion, and victory will be my hallmark. Today I will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;I will be grateful for the twenty-four hours that are before me. Time is a precious commodity. I refuse to allow what little time I have to be contaminated by self-pity, anxiety, or boredom. I will face this day with the joy of a child and the courage of a giant. I will drink each minute as though it is my last. When tomorrow comes, today will be gone forever. While it is here, I will use it for loving and giving. Today I will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.net/shopping6.00/shopquery.asp?catalogid=23401" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will not let past failures haunt me. Even though my life is scarred with mistakes, I refuse to rummage through my trash heap of failures. I will admit them. I will correct them. I will press on. Victoriously. No failure is fatal. It’s OK to stumble… I will get up. It’s OK to fail… I will rise again. Today I will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Today I will make a difference.From &lt;a href="http://www.maxlucado.net/shopping6.00/shopquery.asp?catalogid=23401" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;Shaped by God&lt;/a&gt;Copyright (Tyndale House, 2002) Max Lucado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-9173570458343627715?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/9173570458343627715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=9173570458343627715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/9173570458343627715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/9173570458343627715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/today-i-will-make-difference.html' title='Today I Will Make a Difference'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-8775766984522154112</id><published>2007-06-07T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:13:39.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>$40 lesson</title><content type='html'>After I get over the irritating parts, I have chalked this up as a "lesson".  I got into my car this morning, thinking, "YEAH no car pool, no kids, I can go straight to work."  Put the key into the ignition, start the car and........it dies. Oh lovely.  Got it started again, long enough to back out of the drive way.  (fast forward) Got the neighbors to help push it back into the driveway.  Got a ride to work and called a tow truck.  (Thank God, the adjoining business, to my job, is a car repair and I know the mechanic well enough to trust!)  Talked to the mechanic, actually begged him, to have it done by the end of the day.  I have finals, tonight (can we say "panic"!?)  After eliminating most issues, I was guessing it was the starter...Oh joy $180.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my lunch, I went over to the shop to see what kind of progress they had made.  He got into the car, using my spare set of keys, it turned right over.  At this point, I'm thinking I've totally and completely lost my mind.  He asked it this was the key I was using this morning.  No, I use the other key everyday.  After checking my other key, he gets his little computer out and hooks it up.  (btw, Mom, the "check engine" light is due to a catalytic converter issue)  Turns out, my car is so anti-theft, it wouldn't let me turn it on this morning.  For some reason, it didn't recognize my key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the good news is: it's not a starter issue.  $40 lesson: someone can't use a master key and take off with my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-8775766984522154112?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/8775766984522154112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=8775766984522154112' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8775766984522154112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/8775766984522154112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/40-lesson.html' title='$40 lesson'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-912585386426428784</id><published>2007-06-06T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T12:04:31.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Endings/Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of school for the kids.  Tomorrow is the beginning of summer.  LPS has really shortened the summer break.  They go back to school on Aug 20; making it a short 9 weeks off.  But then they are out next spring on May 30 instead of into June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the end-of-year BBQ for the church youth group.  We will be saying "good-bye" to the Seniors and "hello" to the incoming Freshmen.  I've really been working closely to 5 of the seniors and will definitely miss them next year.  These 5 were part of the group that went to Canada, 2 years ago.  There is just a unique bond with them.  All 4 of the 5 will be attending UNL and the 5th will be at Concordia University in Seward.  So we'll see them on breaks.  I guess, I now know what a teacher feels at the end of a school year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-912585386426428784?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/912585386426428784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=912585386426428784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/912585386426428784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/912585386426428784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/endingsbeginnings.html' title='Endings/Beginnings'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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-3277833083867619602.post-3273235173636213937</id><published>2007-06-01T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T10:53:32.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude with an attitude.</title><content type='html'>1) It's June 1, and I haven't had the need to turn the A/C on , yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) 28 days to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) 2 more nights of classes and this quarter is over.  Final exam with online course is available this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) gas has dropped 20c/gallon in the last 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The air pump I need for air mattress, to sleep on during mission trip, just went on sale!   $6 off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) 1 pt away from no longer being in the obese range of BMI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Ordering a size MEDIUM t-shirt to wear to youth group events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Stealing my clothes back from Jaydee.  She had them because they were too small for me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-3273235173636213937?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/3273235173636213937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=3273235173636213937' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3273235173636213937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/3273235173636213937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/06/gratitude-with-attitude.html' title='Gratitude with an attitude.'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3277833083867619602.post-7006241170939397750</id><published>2007-05-22T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:57:11.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude refresher</title><content type='html'>Since Janell asked...&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude refresher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) 28 days (and counting) until mission trip to New Mexico.  Had to swear I wouldn't get any speeding tickets, while driving the rented 15-passenger van.  This could be interesting 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sagittariuses&lt;/span&gt; leading the way, each driving a van...having to keep the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; nature in check and not do any racing on the interstate(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Only 2 more weeks of school...both for the girls and myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Upcoming 3 day weekend.  Even though nothing is really planned, it's just nice knowing the extra day is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Being referred to as a "co-minister" by our Youth Minister.  (coolness!)  God's reminder that I'm on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The ability to pay for gas at these outrageous prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Good gas mileage, for a 6 cylinder.  Thankful that I didn't push the idea of "needing" an SUV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3277833083867619602-7006241170939397750?l=cdroses2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/feeds/7006241170939397750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3277833083867619602&amp;postID=7006241170939397750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7006241170939397750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3277833083867619602/posts/default/7006241170939397750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cdroses2.blogspot.com/2007/05/gratitude-refresher.html' title='Gratitude refresher'/><author><name>cdroses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10284809435968086935</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>
