<?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-188087269049218131</id><updated>2011-12-08T22:08:51.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Grateful</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-1410619007779552335</id><published>2011-12-08T22:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T22:08:51.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Z</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;ion. &amp;nbsp;Zion is the pure in heart, which is hopefully where we're all headed. &amp;nbsp;I'm at least grateful for something to aspire to, even if I have a long way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-1410619007779552335?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1410619007779552335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/z.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1410619007779552335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1410619007779552335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/z.html' title='Z'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-7998226902952350315</id><published>2011-12-03T21:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:21:44.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Y</title><content type='html'>I am thankful for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ears.&amp;nbsp; For the ones I have been given on earth, for the ones I have been given with my children, and for nearly 6 years with my man.&amp;nbsp; I am grateful for the passage of years, which bring growth, knowledge, and understanding.&amp;nbsp; It is funny to me when people say they are so sad that their kids are growing up because for me, each new phase brings new adventures and happiness.&amp;nbsp; I love watching them get bigger and learn and love.&amp;nbsp; I know maybe one day I'll look back and be sad that they're not little, but for now I'm happy to see the years pass and to enjoy the moments I have been given.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-7998226902952350315?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7998226902952350315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7998226902952350315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7998226902952350315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/y.html' title='Y'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-4447359155741238594</id><published>2011-12-02T20:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:16:50.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It's not even November anymore!" &amp;nbsp; I know what you're thinking. :o) But, as Monica/Monana would say"at least I'm doin it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So X....... Dear sweet X. I sort of hate this letter now. &amp;nbsp;Here's what I came up with, lame as it is. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;X-&lt;/span&gt;men. &amp;nbsp;I'm grateful for the x men movies, particularly the 3rd one, The Last Stand. &amp;nbsp;It came out in 2006, the summer after mike and I were married. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't have cared less about it, but my cute hubbs really wanted to go. &amp;nbsp;I guess I've just loved it since then because it gave me my first glimpse of Mikes love for all things comic book/ nerdy/ sci-fi. &amp;nbsp;I'd never seen it before because he's also fun, socially adept, and somewhat athletic. But its true: He's a dork. &amp;nbsp;And I loved him more for it. &amp;nbsp;And I still do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-4447359155741238594?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4447359155741238594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/x.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4447359155741238594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4447359155741238594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-5226973729292207979</id><published>2011-11-29T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:03:11.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>W</title><content type='html'>I am&amp;nbsp;thankful for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ater.&amp;nbsp; It seems like a stupid thing to list on a blog, but I am grateful for it for more than just it's life giving power.&amp;nbsp; First, I'm grateful because&amp;nbsp;I think it's something we take for granted in our day.&amp;nbsp; Millions of people have died, or are still dying due to contaminated water, or lack of water.&amp;nbsp; I am so lucky to be able to turn on a faucet to drink and wash and live.&amp;nbsp; It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Second, and less important, is that my son LOVES playing in water.&amp;nbsp; I can stand him up at the bathroom sink and he will play for hours.&amp;nbsp; It gives me a momentary pause in my day, and keeps him happy and occupied.&amp;nbsp; It honestly has been my saving grace on more than one day.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;He also loves baths, and I am grateful that I can throw him in there and wash the gunk off him easily.&lt;br /&gt;Third, (again, really not important) I L.O.V.E. baths.&amp;nbsp; With bubbles or without, I don't care.&amp;nbsp; I just love being warm and cozy and weightless.&amp;nbsp; I am oh, so grateful for this luxury.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-5226973729292207979?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5226973729292207979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/w.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/5226973729292207979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/5226973729292207979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/w.html' title='W'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-4354242306132764511</id><published>2011-11-27T20:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T20:34:46.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know............ I'm late.&amp;nbsp; Oops!&amp;nbsp; I got so cautght up in having my amazing parents here for Turkey day that the grateful blog was neglected.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;V!&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;incent family!&amp;nbsp; I have loved getting to know Mike's family over the past 6 years and I'm thankful for thier influence in my life.&amp;nbsp; They are tons of fun!&amp;nbsp; I love camping at the beach every summer.&amp;nbsp; I love the chocolate line at Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I love having grandparents again, since mine passed away when I was young.&amp;nbsp; Mostly, I just love knowing them and getting to be part of thier family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-4354242306132764511?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4354242306132764511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/v.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4354242306132764511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4354242306132764511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-975628030613922434</id><published>2011-11-20T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:34:55.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>U</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nderstanding.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful for empathy, sympathy, understanding, and compassion.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful I have been able to have some understanding of what other people are dealing with, but mostly I'm grateful for other peoples understanding and forgiveness of my shortcomings.&amp;nbsp; God was so good to give us the advice to "mourn with those who mourn" because it is truly a necessity for me while going through a trial.&amp;nbsp; I need someone there to listen.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful for those people in my family and my friends who have helped me (and forgiven me) when I needed it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-975628030613922434?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/975628030613922434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/975628030613922434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/975628030613922434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/u.html' title='U'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-2880050184563859845</id><published>2011-11-20T19:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:20:50.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T</title><content type='html'>I'm so grateful for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hanksgiving! I love the Thanksgiving holiday and I love how much it makes me think about my blessings.&amp;nbsp; One of the greatest things about thanksgiving is the excuse I have to party with my family.&amp;nbsp; My parents are coming to our house this year, so it will be a small celebration, but oh, so cozy and fun.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for this holiday because it is a wonderful reason every year to stop, count my blessings, be with family, and eat fantastic food.&amp;nbsp; What more could you want?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-2880050184563859845?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2880050184563859845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2880050184563859845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2880050184563859845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/t.html' title='T'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-871799522351365136</id><published>2011-11-19T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:29:22.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful for &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;kype!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE having the technology to videochat with our families!&amp;nbsp; Especially Mike's parents/siblings who are so far away from us.&amp;nbsp; We love them so much (I'm missing them lately if you can't tell), and I'm glad that my kids can see them and talk to them.&amp;nbsp; I need to get my booty in gear and do it more often! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-871799522351365136?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/871799522351365136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/871799522351365136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/871799522351365136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/s.html' title='S'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-4838057415336619798</id><published>2011-11-19T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T22:07:41.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful for the knowledge I have of&amp;nbsp;a wonderful and glorious&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;esurrection through Jesus Christ my Savior.&amp;nbsp; There is no greater gift.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Read more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/study/topics/resurrection?lang=eng"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-4838057415336619798?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4838057415336619798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/r.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4838057415336619798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4838057415336619798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/r.html' title='R'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-7561616020626188640</id><published>2011-11-19T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T21:52:45.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not gonna lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Q has been givin' me fits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's taken me a while to come up with something, but I think I've come up with a good one.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;uestions.&amp;nbsp; Along with questions, I am grateful for my questioning nature.&amp;nbsp; I don't usually take things at face value, and I try not to be swayed by the trend of the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Doesn't always work, but I try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Questioning others,&amp;nbsp;ourselves, and the world allows us to learn,&amp;nbsp;and isn't that the point of our lives?&amp;nbsp; To learn.... to grow.... do gain knowledge.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Most of all, I'm honestly grateful that I've questioned my religion.&amp;nbsp; If I hadn't, I wouldn't know as strongly as I do that it is true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I still question, and it's a good thing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-7561616020626188640?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7561616020626188640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/q.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7561616020626188640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7561616020626188640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/q.html' title='Q'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-9168889438783596384</id><published>2011-11-16T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:07:23.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first thing that came to mind when I typed P was PERSONAL TIME!&amp;nbsp; Is that weird? Should I save it for T?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But time isn't the same thing as&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;personal&lt;/em&gt; time.&amp;nbsp; Wendy time.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Non-mommy, non-wifey, non-service, non-church, non-anyoneelsebutme time. Oh, how I cherish time to myself.&amp;nbsp; I really am thankful for a husband who is willing to watch my kids and give me time in the evening to read, soak in a bath, watch mindless TV, and blog.&amp;nbsp; I love talking to people and seeing people, but everybody needs time to give themselves a pedicure, get our hair done, shop,&amp;nbsp;and/or do those things that make us feel good about ourselves.&amp;nbsp; I'm GRATEFUL for personal time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-9168889438783596384?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/9168889438783596384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/9168889438783596384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/9168889438783596384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/p.html' title='P'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6920653921929784005</id><published>2011-11-15T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:18:39.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O</title><content type='html'>O. I'm thankful for Opportunity.&amp;nbsp; Life is about taking the opportunities for good that are presented to us.&amp;nbsp; It's also about making our own opportunities, and creating a beautiful life for ourselves and our families.&amp;nbsp; When Mike and I pray at night he always says "We thank thee for the opportunity we have to be here in Colstrip."&amp;nbsp; He's done that with every place we've lived, and every career move he's made.&amp;nbsp; He always makes sure to thank God for the opportunity.&amp;nbsp; I need to take a lesson from&amp;nbsp;Mike's book, because even though we have the agency to decide, &amp;nbsp;isn't God the creator of all opportunity, really?&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6920653921929784005?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6920653921929784005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6920653921929784005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6920653921929784005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/o.html' title='O'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-3796191378005287404</id><published>2011-11-15T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T20:12:19.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, no, NOLAN!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seem to say this 100 times a day. :)&amp;nbsp; I sure am grateful that I get to, though!&amp;nbsp; Nolan is my joy.&amp;nbsp; Oh, if only you could all know the coolness of this little man.&amp;nbsp; He is SO funny.&amp;nbsp; He is also SO smart and talks up a storm on a daily basis.&amp;nbsp; He can be the biggest sweetie and he can also show you quite a fiery temper, but as you all know- I'm a fan of the feisty ones! My heart is bursting with gratitude to God for the amazing opportunity I've been given to be his mom here on earth.&amp;nbsp; He is one special kid and I know he will be an influence for good in this world.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-3796191378005287404?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3796191378005287404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/n.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3796191378005287404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3796191378005287404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/n.html' title='N'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-1408973563329707667</id><published>2011-11-13T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T19:39:58.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;M.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My man.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Michael.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My marvelous love muffin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think he is the best.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am grateful he is mine and that I am his.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-1408973563329707667?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1408973563329707667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1408973563329707667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1408973563329707667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/m.html' title='M'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-5530765339701124216</id><published>2011-11-12T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T22:01:45.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;L. &lt;br /&gt;How can I not be thankful for my Lay family??&lt;br /&gt;I love being a lay girl, and I always have.&lt;br /&gt;I am 6th generation Montanan on my lay side, and dang proud of it! :-)&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about my grandma Esther Lay lately and her influence on our whole family. She was an amazing woman and I'm excited to know her better one day in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-5530765339701124216?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5530765339701124216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/l.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/5530765339701124216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/5530765339701124216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-8875539710370835201</id><published>2011-11-12T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:53:40.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>K</title><content type='html'>I'm grateful for my kitchenaid! Seriously, how did people bake without it? Luckily, I will never have to live that fear. &amp;nbsp;Mine is awesome and I'm thankful for the yummy treats and bread I can make with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-8875539710370835201?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8875539710370835201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/k.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/8875539710370835201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/8875539710370835201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/k.html' title='K'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-4795432103754419014</id><published>2011-11-12T21:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T21:43:10.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for my sister Janet. &amp;nbsp;I've been talking to her a lot lately on the phone and I just am so grateful that she is my sister. &amp;nbsp;I never expected us to be super close when we were younger, but we have gotten really close over the past few years since I've been married. &amp;nbsp;I can talk to her about stuff that I can't talk to anyone else about. &amp;nbsp;She is awesome and I look up to her. &amp;nbsp;I wouldn't want any other sis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-4795432103754419014?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4795432103754419014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/j.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4795432103754419014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4795432103754419014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/j.html' title='J'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6204991116151986714</id><published>2011-11-09T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:56:14.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I</title><content type='html'>I am so incredibly thankful for Ice Cream!&amp;nbsp; Silly, I know.&amp;nbsp; I can't help it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love having a bowlful of&amp;nbsp;sweet, icy, creamy goodness that fills my heart with love.&amp;nbsp; There really is something comforting about ice cream.&amp;nbsp; I don't use it for break-ups anymore (thankfully) but I stinkin' LOVE it on my bad days.... or good.... or great..... or sad.... or happy..... or pretty much any day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6204991116151986714?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6204991116151986714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6204991116151986714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6204991116151986714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/i.html' title='I'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-8336113384320530247</id><published>2011-11-08T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T22:17:12.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so very grateful for Home. Over the past year and a half the concept of "home" has become..... shall we say..... fluid? I am grateful for the knowledge that I've gained that home is always with me if I have my family. If they are safe and well, then I am home. &amp;nbsp;It's not four walls and windows or a fancy front door. It is a man who stands beside me and two babies who make me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;With yet another move looming in the near future, I am grateful that I know where home is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-8336113384320530247?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8336113384320530247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/8336113384320530247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/8336113384320530247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/h.html' title='H'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-221974283706975639</id><published>2011-11-07T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T21:41:15.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G</title><content type='html'>I am grateful for Girls. &amp;nbsp;I love being a girl and everything that goes with it. &amp;nbsp;I like smelling good, I like putting on makeup and gettin' fancy. &amp;nbsp;And I am ever so grateful that I am a mom. &amp;nbsp;I am also eternally grateful for the opportunity I had to be pregnant. &amp;nbsp; Being a girl is great! And I'm thankful that God made me a lady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-221974283706975639?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/221974283706975639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/g.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/221974283706975639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/221974283706975639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/g.html' title='G'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-4108701718602034899</id><published>2011-11-06T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:43:43.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thankful for Family.&amp;nbsp; I know, another no-brainer.&amp;nbsp; But I am truly grateful to God&amp;nbsp;for them.&amp;nbsp; My family is without a doubt, my greatest and most cherished blessing.&amp;nbsp; My children make me happy and give my life meaning and purpose.&amp;nbsp; My husband is my companion, friend, and lover.&amp;nbsp; My parents and siblings give me strength, support, and were the most influential people in helping me become who I am.&amp;nbsp; Words&amp;nbsp;can't explain the blessing that my family is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-4108701718602034899?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4108701718602034899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4108701718602034899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4108701718602034899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/f.html' title='F'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-8674653700682217301</id><published>2011-11-05T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:29:52.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was harder.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(what the heck&amp;nbsp;am I going to do with Q??)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm thankful for.........Everything?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eggs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elephants?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I couldn't come up with anything I was truly grateful for that started with E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then it hit me, Emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wierd, but true.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am thankful today that I have vibrant, full, put-it-all-out-there emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't hold back, and I'm thankful that God gave me an outlet for my feelings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grateful&amp;nbsp;I can cry hard, and laugh loud, and love deep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause that's just who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-8674653700682217301?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8674653700682217301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/8674653700682217301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/8674653700682217301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/e.html' title='E'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-5913366480413135854</id><published>2011-11-05T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:24:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I'm grateful for Dance.&amp;nbsp; I'm honestly not that good at it, but I love moving my body.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful I have a little bit of rytham.&amp;nbsp; I love to watch a good dancer and I appreciate how difficult it is to be REALLY good.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful that my body is functional enough to be able to get up and dance if I want to.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-5913366480413135854?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5913366480413135854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/5913366480413135854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/5913366480413135854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/d.html' title='D'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-7820867339353184011</id><published>2011-11-03T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T21:46:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;C is for Cecily.&amp;nbsp; DUUUUUUUHHH!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm ever so full of happiness and gratitude for my &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cecily&lt;/span&gt; girl.&amp;nbsp; I could gush about her all day if you let me.&amp;nbsp; She's fun, funny, smart and darling.&amp;nbsp; She comes up with the funniest games and imaginary friends.&amp;nbsp; She gives kisses to Nolan, even after he pulls her hair.&amp;nbsp; She loves talking to people.&amp;nbsp; In the grocery store, in the park, at a restaurant or at church.&amp;nbsp; She'll telly you her life story, if you let her.&amp;nbsp; She forgives easily (which is good for mommy) and her hugs and kisses melt your heart.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful she's mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-7820867339353184011?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7820867339353184011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7820867339353184011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7820867339353184011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/c.html' title='C'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6160416054831427709</id><published>2011-11-02T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:11:37.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful for Billings. &amp;nbsp;It sounds trite, but I'm grateful for the experiences we had there, for the things I learned, and for what my time there taught me about myself. &amp;nbsp;Its not the prettiest city ever, and we'll most likely never move back, but I'm happy we were there for the little bit of time we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6160416054831427709?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6160416054831427709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/b.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6160416054831427709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6160416054831427709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/b.html' title='B'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-7339506368266562302</id><published>2011-11-02T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T22:04:18.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month of Gratitude</title><content type='html'>I've been remiss in my gratitude efforts here on this 'lil blog. &amp;nbsp;11 months and no posts. &amp;nbsp;Not that I haven't had things to be grateful for my life, I've just been writing it down in other places. &amp;nbsp;But!!! I've been seeing friends on facebook who are posting every day until thanksgiving and going from A to Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a day behind..... Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here I start, and I hope I don't forget and get behind. &amp;nbsp;If I do I'll just catch up, I guess :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, November 1st: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for my AUTOMOBILES. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, how cool is it that you can jump in an air tight, steel framed, gas propelled box on rubber wheels and blaze down the road at 80 miles an hour. &amp;nbsp;What took the pioneers MONThS to accomplish can now be done in a few, comfortable days of driving. &amp;nbsp;Its pretty incredible if you think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-7339506368266562302?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7339506368266562302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/month-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7339506368266562302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7339506368266562302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2011/11/month-of-gratitude.html' title='A Month of Gratitude'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-4170367007326139053</id><published>2010-11-11T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T17:00:29.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TNyRolUD70I/AAAAAAAABTY/RPpbqfK5PZE/s1600/IMG_5757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TNyRolUD70I/AAAAAAAABTY/RPpbqfK5PZE/s320/IMG_5757.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today I am grateful for change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only constant in our lives is change, and the way we adapt to change is what forces us to grow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To become better.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for the opportunity God gives us on a daily basis to change ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so hard, but little by little, I can do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for Mike's new job which will force us to change our city, our apartment, our life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for my daughter and son who change and grow and learn on a daily basis, and in doing so, force me to change and grow and learn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I give thanks for good changes in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-4170367007326139053?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4170367007326139053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4170367007326139053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4170367007326139053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TNyRolUD70I/AAAAAAAABTY/RPpbqfK5PZE/s72-c/IMG_5757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6782265319427997018</id><published>2010-11-04T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T21:27:37.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July was the last time I posted anything on this blog.......... and even then, it was a silly open letters project.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll continue that later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think it's fun.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sue me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, it's November. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A month where we count our blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name them one by one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm starting a few days late, but better late than never, I always say.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In fact, I live my life that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAnyway, I'm hopefully going to write lots more this month.&amp;nbsp; Probably won't be every day, but&amp;nbsp;I need to remember why I started this&amp;nbsp;'lil blog in the first place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;blessings are many,&amp;nbsp;my problems are few.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So- today I'm grateful for my family. (Duh! Did you&amp;nbsp;honestly&amp;nbsp;think I'd say anything else?)&amp;nbsp; But really, Mike and my&amp;nbsp;babies are my whole life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter what happens, I get to be with them for forever, and that is a good feeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful that they make me smile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm grateful that they challenge me, even though I hate it sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm grateful that they stick with me, even when I suck at life (which is often).&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They are the best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And they are mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TNOFx4PrWyI/AAAAAAAABTQ/4qwaV1UR72w/s1600/DSC_0631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TNOFx4PrWyI/AAAAAAAABTQ/4qwaV1UR72w/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I love them times a million.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and a trillion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and a kajillion and one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6782265319427997018?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6782265319427997018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6782265319427997018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6782265319427997018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-gratitude.html' title='More Gratitude'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TNOFx4PrWyI/AAAAAAAABTQ/4qwaV1UR72w/s72-c/DSC_0631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-7433893369944223148</id><published>2010-07-13T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:31:59.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to my best friend</title><content type='html'>I think I kinda have lots of best friends.&amp;nbsp; When I was little I really really wanted one true "best" friend who thought I was her best friend too.&amp;nbsp; And we could buy a plastic heart shaped necklace that split into two pieces and one girl could have "best" and the other got "friend".... or BE, FRI and ST, ENDS..... Anyway, the closest thing I got was in 2nd grade when I became really good friends with a girl in my class named Brittney.&amp;nbsp; She and I had the same coat with fur on the hood, except hers was light blue and mine was pink.&amp;nbsp; Then 3rd grade came and we grew apart.&amp;nbsp; Then&amp;nbsp;I got older and had lots of other friends, but nobody to call my best friend.&amp;nbsp; But then I met my future hubbs, and my life got better than it was before. So, even though it's cheesy, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being my best friend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You are&amp;nbsp;the one I want to spend all my free time with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You're the&amp;nbsp;one I laugh the most with.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You me for who I am and loves me for my flaws.&amp;nbsp; I'd rather hang out and talk with you than anyone.&amp;nbsp; And, even if we're doing nothing, it's still fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Remember that time we had a baby girl?&amp;nbsp; That was super cool.&amp;nbsp; And the time we had a baby boy?&amp;nbsp; Also super cool.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that you're you and that we get to be besties.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Much love,&lt;br /&gt;Wendell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-7433893369944223148?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7433893369944223148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/open-letter-to-my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7433893369944223148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7433893369944223148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/open-letter-to-my-best-friend.html' title='An open letter to my best friend'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6978427046825732387</id><published>2010-07-12T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:03:57.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Open Letters Project</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I begin my open letters for 30 days.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully it will help me focus and set my sights on what is truly important.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — A celebrity- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — An Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — A person who helped you develop professionally- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — Your child or possible future child- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that you think about a lot—good or bad- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 22 — Someone you want to think you're awesome- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 23 — The last person you kissed- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you'd like to see right now- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — A person you want to be there for- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — A person who changed your life for the better- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 28 — Someone that changed your life- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person whose art has most touched you- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6978427046825732387?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6978427046825732387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/open-letters-project.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6978427046825732387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6978427046825732387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/07/open-letters-project.html' title='The Open Letters Project'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6092537538419122029</id><published>2010-06-29T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T21:58:07.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for Unemployment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll be honest, I have had a hard time being grateful lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mike lost his job on the 8th of June, and since then I've had the up and down moods that come with not knowing exactly what your future will bring financially.&amp;nbsp; Some days are diamond - some days are stone, I guess.&amp;nbsp; But lately&amp;nbsp;I've been recognizing&amp;nbsp;so many blessings that I have been forced to turn off my bad mood and be thankful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the most over-used line in all of mormon-dom, but we really have experienced the "tender mercies" of the Lord through this whole ordeal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need to list them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I need to remember them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I need to take them in and acknowledge how good our life is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. About 2 months before Mike got laid off, his company lost two of thier biggest clients and Mike realized that since they were losing so much revenue&amp;nbsp;in the audit department, he was potentially on the chopping block.&amp;nbsp; We talked a little bit about what we would do if Mike actually lost his job.&amp;nbsp; We sorta made a plan, not ever once thinking it would actually happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it helped prepare me emotionally, if nothing else.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When it happened I was still shocked and didn't have a clue how to implement the tiny plan we had talked about, but at least we had talked.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So grateful for that.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; We didn't buy a house last October.&amp;nbsp; ......need I say more?&amp;nbsp;We had one picked out, preliminary&amp;nbsp;papers signed and we decided&amp;nbsp;it was a&amp;nbsp;no go.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HUGE blessing not to have to worry about a mortgage right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; We had a baby &lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt; the insurance ran out.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Mike only has 6 months of his MBA left, rather than 1 1/2 years. Mike chose to double up his classes and speed through before he even started. Yay. Only 6 more months until we can apply for jobs OUTSIDE of Utah (as well as in).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We had some savings.&amp;nbsp; Not much, but enough.&amp;nbsp; And ps-&amp;nbsp;we NEVER save....... except the few months before Mike was laid off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; We have two healthy, amazing, beautiful, bright, fun&amp;nbsp;kids.&amp;nbsp; Believe me, I know that losing a job is NOT the worst thing that could happen.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TCrOG4IhdBI/AAAAAAAABMM/9N6rS5hFJ4U/s1600/june+stuff+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TCrOG4IhdBI/AAAAAAAABMM/9N6rS5hFJ4U/s320/june+stuff+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mike and I are still madly in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll most likely keep adding to this list as I remember things&amp;nbsp;and editing this post, but for now, 7 is my lucky number.&amp;nbsp; And I feel lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6092537538419122029?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6092537538419122029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/grateful-for-unemployment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6092537538419122029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6092537538419122029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/06/grateful-for-unemployment.html' title='Grateful for Unemployment'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/TCrOG4IhdBI/AAAAAAAABMM/9N6rS5hFJ4U/s72-c/june+stuff+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6037629626335288622</id><published>2010-03-09T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:28:42.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I was inspired by this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq5XgyDwSsA&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;youtube clip of the canadian tenors&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(the video was put together (obviously) by a canadian patriot organization, but don't worry, I still love the good 'ole U.S. of A. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's some of the words which seriously struck a chord with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there is hatred, let me bring love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there is doubt, let me bring faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there is falsehood, let me bring truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there is pain, I'll comfort you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there is silence, let me sing grace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there's despair, let me bring hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there is blindness, let me bring sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;where there is darkeness, let me bring light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And with these words I speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;grant that I may not seek to be heard, but to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to be consoled, but to console&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not to be seen, but to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; to be loved, but to love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;though when we give love, we will recieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we forgive love, we'll find reprieve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is in dying, we'll be released&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;make me an instrument of peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is really all I want for my life.&amp;nbsp; Even if it's a small contribution, I hope that I can lift, help, love, and serve.&amp;nbsp; I have so far to go before I am who I want to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S5ctlnQdKII/AAAAAAAABB0/yTxqJBtaajs/s1600-h/The_Canadian_Tenors.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S5ctlnQdKII/AAAAAAAABB0/yTxqJBtaajs/s320/The_Canadian_Tenors.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grateful for sources of inspiration.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a few of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S5ctxOMgjvI/AAAAAAAABB8/Ukj0x9-NIVw/s1600-h/randy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S5ctxOMgjvI/AAAAAAAABB8/Ukj0x9-NIVw/s320/randy.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9ya9BXClRw"&gt;Last Lecture- short version&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S5ct7rLq8RI/AAAAAAAABCE/dDvaNVYngcc/s1600-h/dieter-f-uchtdorf-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S5ct7rLq8RI/AAAAAAAABCE/dDvaNVYngcc/s320/dieter-f-uchtdorf-2.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RhLlnq5yY7k"&gt;Create&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6037629626335288622?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6037629626335288622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6037629626335288622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6037629626335288622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/03/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S5ctlnQdKII/AAAAAAAABB0/yTxqJBtaajs/s72-c/The_Canadian_Tenors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-3147061269930698455</id><published>2010-02-08T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:48:45.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;We were not meant to walk through this life alone.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;God&amp;nbsp;designed friendships and families to&amp;nbsp;keep us connected, and&amp;nbsp;we are better because of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes I have a hard time recieving help.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I like to be the helper, but I get prideful and don't want to ask for help, &amp;nbsp;or take it when it's offered.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But, when you have a baby the truth is- you need lots of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Today I'm grateful for help.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I can give back a tiny bit of what I've recieved in the years to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S3CBygsgptI/AAAAAAAAA_4/v9U1BozY5xY/s1600-h/famof3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S3CBygsgptI/AAAAAAAAA_4/v9U1BozY5xY/s320/famof3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankful for my hubbs.&amp;nbsp; He has put up with A LOT of mood swings throughout my pregnancy, he supported me through labor and delivery, and he continues to be loving throughout the postpardum hormone extravaganza.&amp;nbsp; Love him for it.&amp;nbsp; This was the last picture of us as a family of 3- just before I went to the hospital.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S3CB3RUI76I/AAAAAAAABAQ/REvHcCuCpN4/s1600-h/nolan2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S3CB3RUI76I/AAAAAAAABAQ/REvHcCuCpN4/s320/nolan2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So grateful that my mom could come all the way from MT to help me for a week.&amp;nbsp; Cecily couldn't have asked for a better playmate, and I couldn't have asked for a better mom.&amp;nbsp; So giving and loving and helpful.&amp;nbsp; This is grandkid #21 for her- and she is as excited about him as she was about #1.&amp;nbsp; (and thanks to my daddy for letting her come and missing her for a whole week)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S3CB1xBKMvI/AAAAAAAABAI/aspxhe5OuT4/s1600-h/nolan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S3CB1xBKMvI/AAAAAAAABAI/aspxhe5OuT4/s320/nolan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thankful for the nurses and staff at LDS hospital.&amp;nbsp; Wierd that I don't know any of them personally, but&amp;nbsp;I shared a really personal part of&amp;nbsp;my life with them.&amp;nbsp; Speaking from my experience with Cecily (not as great) it really makes a TON of difference to have a supportive medical team who listens to you and doesn't make you feel&amp;nbsp;like you don't know what's going on with your own body.&amp;nbsp; The whole staff was fab.&amp;nbsp; Loved it.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I don't have any pictures............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;but I'm also grateful for the meals, the phonecalls and the love and prayers from neighbors, relatives, friends, ward members, and loved ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes it's ok to accept help and give up the "I can do it myself" mentality.&amp;nbsp; It has blessed me over the past week, and hopefully I am a bit more humble and grateful in the future.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-3147061269930698455?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3147061269930698455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/helping-hands.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3147061269930698455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3147061269930698455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/02/helping-hands.html' title='Helping Hands'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/S3CBygsgptI/AAAAAAAAA_4/v9U1BozY5xY/s72-c/famof3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-3251740626657690968</id><published>2010-01-04T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:26:15.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am grateful for 2009.&amp;nbsp; Here are some of the reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got pregnant in 2009.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who says that creating life isn't a miracle is seriously crazy (or sadly misinformed).&amp;nbsp; I am grateful that I've been given this beautiful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I watched Cecily grow and learn a million new things.&amp;nbsp; She can identify all her letters, she's working on her numbers, she loves to sing and dance, she is full of energy, and tons of fun to be around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009 moved us to Utah, and I am grateful for the new friends and experiences we've had here.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2009 was full of fun experiences, and not too many sad ones.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am excited for 2010 and the good things it will bring.&amp;nbsp; A baby boy, a completed MBA degree, and more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-3251740626657690968?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3251740626657690968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3251740626657690968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3251740626657690968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2010/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-2559543819938475249</id><published>2009-11-26T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T12:40:27.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I am blessed much more than I deserve.  I am a mormon (go &lt;a href="http://lds.org/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;), and I am thankful today, and every day, for that.  It makes me happy and enriches my life much more than anything else I have ever tried.  Part of being mormon is believing in The Book of Mormon.  There was a prophet named King Benjamin who summed up how I feel today.  He says :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   -I say unto you, my brethren, that if you should render all the thanks and praise which your whole soul has power to possess, to that God who has created you, and has kept and preserved you, and has caused that ye should rejoice, and has granted that ye should live in peace one with another—   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="mosiah/2/21" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;    - I say unto you that if ye should serve him who has created you from the beginning, and is preserving you from day to day, by lending you breath, that ye may live and move and do according to your own&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; will&lt;/span&gt;, and even supporting you from one moment to another—I say, if ye should serve him with all your whole souls yet ye would be unprofitable servants. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="22"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="mosiah/2/22" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;     -And behold, all that he requires&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/en/mosiah/2/22a" mark="a" type="B" title="TG God, the Standard of Righteousness."&gt;&lt;/a&gt; of you is to keep his commandments; and he has promised &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you that if ye would keep his commandments ye should prosper in the land; and he never doth vary from that which he hath said; therefore, if ye do keep his commandments he doth bless you and prosper you. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="23"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="mosiah/2/23" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;    - And now, in the first place, he hath created you, and granted unto you your lives, for which ye are indebted unto him. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="verse"&gt;&lt;a name="24"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="mosiah/2/24" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   -  And secondly, he doth require that ye should do as he hath commanded you; for which if ye do, he doth immediately bless you; and therefore he hath paid you. And ye are still indebted unto him, and are, and will be, forever and ever; therefore, of what have ye to boast? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="verse"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a name="25"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="mosiah/2/25" onclick="return toggleMarked(event, this)"&gt;   -And now I ask, can ye say aught of yourselves? I answer you, Nay. Ye cannot say that ye are even as much as the dust of the earth; yet ye were created of the dust of the earth; but behold, it belongeth to him who created you. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;" I say unto you, that there are not any among you, except it be your little children that have not been taught concerning these things, but what knoweth that ye are eternally indebted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;to your heavenly Father, to render to him all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that you have and are...&lt;/span&gt;   (mosiah, chapter 2 if you want to look it up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am indebted to my Heavenly Father and to Jesus Christ. Much more so than I could ever repay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's this years "THANKSGIVING LIST" although, isn't that what this blog is?  But anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;mike and cecily and my boy growing inside me&lt;br /&gt;the ability/opportunity to grow a baby&lt;br /&gt;my health&lt;br /&gt;food&lt;br /&gt;my apartment&lt;br /&gt;my parents, siblings, and other extended family&lt;br /&gt;mike's parents, siblings, and other extended family&lt;br /&gt;computers&lt;br /&gt;showers&lt;br /&gt;art&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;good books&lt;br /&gt;an education&lt;br /&gt;a stable income&lt;br /&gt;a comfy bed&lt;br /&gt;God, Christ, and a knowledge that there is a plan and purpose for my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/Tuwid8_O8dk"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-2559543819938475249?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2559543819938475249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2559543819938475249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2559543819938475249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-1517162766253111578</id><published>2009-11-09T23:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:38:10.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A smattering of gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight I'm grateful just to be me.  Nothing too specific, but I'm happy with my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I have joy in my husband and my child.  I have joy in the baby growing inside me.   I am grateful to know what a gift and blessing that truly is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am grateful that my parents taught me right from wrong.  I'm grateful that I didn't grow up with a lot of money.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm glad that I can find happiness in hard work.  I'm glad that I can find happiness in being lazy when the work is done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm grateful for God.  I'm grateful for Jesus Christ.  I'm grateful for my turn on earth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-1517162766253111578?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1517162766253111578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/smattering-of-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1517162766253111578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1517162766253111578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/11/smattering-of-gratitude.html' title='A smattering of gratitude'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-2916851696027160673</id><published>2009-09-24T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T15:34:42.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boy Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have known for a week that Michael and I are having a baby boy.  I'll be honest: at one point, part of me was hoping the ultrasound tech would tell me we were having a sister for my Cecily.  I love sisters.  Then, as I looked over at my beaming -and by beaming I mean GLOWING, GRINNING, BRIGHT EYED and JOYOUS- husband,  all my longing for a girl was right away forgotten and swallowed up in &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; beaming about my tiny dude inside.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Today, I read &lt;a href="http://blog.cjanerun.com/2008/09/unrequited.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; post from CJane, who's blog is the most fun to read- she's such a great writer.  Gratitude and excitement for my boy was renewed again.  I even cried a little.  So unlike me....... ok, just kidding....... exactly like me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am grateful for one of each.  That is definitely something to be grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-2916851696027160673?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2916851696027160673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-boy-blue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2916851696027160673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2916851696027160673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-boy-blue.html' title='Little Boy Blue'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-2701989519794177353</id><published>2009-09-02T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T12:50:15.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Entertainment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sp7KrOmxL8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/yk8S7hpDIu0/s1600-h/mygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376957849130840002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sp7KrOmxL8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/yk8S7hpDIu0/s400/mygirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The other night I watched "My Girl" on netflix.  I LOVE netflix, but that's another grateful post entirely.  After I watched it I felt good.  I felt like it was just a good movie with good things in it.  Nothing earth shattering, just cute kids and a nice message about putting family first.  The little girl in it (who was 11) was portreyed as a LITTLE girl.  Not a "tween" (who came up with that anyway?), and she didn't act like an 11 year old trying to be 17.   I am thankful that there's still great movies out there to watch and good books to read, and I'm glad I can pick and choose what I want to see.  And PS- I bawled like a baby.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-2701989519794177353?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2701989519794177353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-entertainment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2701989519794177353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2701989519794177353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-entertainment.html' title='Good Entertainment'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sp7KrOmxL8I/AAAAAAAAA0s/yk8S7hpDIu0/s72-c/mygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-3341005574574862901</id><published>2009-08-12T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:57:21.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Thou Humble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SoNv-dVBdjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3gkZOPTKwTU/s1600-h/LostNoMore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369258299571140146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SoNv-dVBdjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3gkZOPTKwTU/s400/LostNoMore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was "one of those days". One of those, "why did I decide to give up a career and be a stay at home mom?" days. One of those "My pants seriously don't fit?" days. One of those "I really can't quit crying and I'm not sure why, but if I don't find out soon I'm gonna gouge my eyes out" days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to pull my hair out, and then I heard a song called "Every Breath" by Jenny Phillips. The words to the first few verses and chorus go like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His hands are catching your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even without any words, He hears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You feel so far, but he's right where you are and He knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He knows your heart and He knows your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giver of life, light in your soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, come home,come rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let Him bless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your every breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence your voice and be still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even without any words, you will feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You think you are far, but He lives in your heart and He knows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He knows your heart and He knows your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Giver of life, light in your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, come home, come rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let Him Bless &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your every breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realized that I gave up my career to stay at home with my girl because I love her and in the long run, I will be more fulfilled and happy as a mom than as anything else.  I realized that I don't fit into my pants because I'm so lucky and blessed and happy to be pregnant.  I realized that I can't quit crying because sometimes you just need to get it all out, and atleast I have an avenue to do that. (hormones may have played a small part too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, so, here I am grateful that I was humbled by a song. Grateful for the bad days becuase without them, we don't appreciate the good ones. Grateful for a merciful God who knows and loves me in spite of my serious, serious weakness and catches my tears even when I'm too caught up in life to get on my knees. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-3341005574574862901?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3341005574574862901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-thou-humble.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3341005574574862901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3341005574574862901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-thou-humble.html' title='Be Thou Humble'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SoNv-dVBdjI/AAAAAAAAAyE/3gkZOPTKwTU/s72-c/LostNoMore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-7035161738824021717</id><published>2009-07-27T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T00:13:57.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sm1TrIdraiI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KEgQGDQW4Iw/s1600-h/calendar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363034731739572770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sm1TrIdraiI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KEgQGDQW4Iw/s400/calendar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmmm, I always seem to post in my grateful journal on Sundays........ pattern or prompting? More like I go to church and get a swift kick in the patootie from the Spirit and realize that I'm an ungrateful poo. Then I feel the need to validate myself by pontificating on the things in my life I am grateful for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I was given one of those kicks in the patootie. Again. And still I am grateful for it. I get caught up with life sometimes. We all do. And I like taking a step back to be excited about life and the good things in it. So right now I am thankful for sundays, for the sacrament, and for being happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-7035161738824021717?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7035161738824021717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabbath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7035161738824021717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/7035161738824021717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/sabbath.html' title='Sabbath'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sm1TrIdraiI/AAAAAAAAAu0/KEgQGDQW4Iw/s72-c/calendar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-131340515850862223</id><published>2009-07-05T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:10:50.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Freedom Ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SlFO1NS5LsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hf-xW2i6tpc/s1600-h/US%2520Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355148107929169602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SlFO1NS5LsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hf-xW2i6tpc/s400/US%2520Flag.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I've been grateful for the founding fathers. I think they were men of courage. They signed the declaration of independence knowing that it was a treasonous act, and they could all be hung for doing so. They prepared for war and realized that it would not be easy, but worth it. Worth it for them, and worth it for us.  A free country is something worth being grateful for.  And, I really like fireworks. &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/188087269049218131-131340515850862223?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/131340515850862223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-freedom-ring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/131340515850862223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/131340515850862223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/07/let-freedom-ring.html' title='Let Freedom Ring'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SlFO1NS5LsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/hf-xW2i6tpc/s72-c/US%2520Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6904324815601726340</id><published>2009-06-19T19:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T19:38:08.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cecily JeNae</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SjxLX_gfjtI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KTDOIUn6zss/s1600-h/May+09+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349233332966100690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SjxLX_gfjtI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KTDOIUn6zss/s400/May+09+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I am grateful for my girl. Not just that I'm a mom in general, but that I'm the mom to &lt;em&gt;THIS &lt;/em&gt;spirit in particular. Of course, I think she's the best, and the cutest, and the smartest, but it's more than that. She seriously has a fun, funny, sometimes crazy, always amazing personality. She laughes at my jokes, and I laugh at hers. I'm pretty sure we're best friends. And best friends with dad. And I'm pretty sure that it will stay that way for a while. She's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;the coolest. That's right.  The coolest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6904324815601726340?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6904324815601726340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/cecily-jenae.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6904324815601726340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6904324815601726340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/cecily-jenae.html' title='Cecily JeNae'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SjxLX_gfjtI/AAAAAAAAAp8/KTDOIUn6zss/s72-c/May+09+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-2761189718198984734</id><published>2009-06-01T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:58:43.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trials</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today in church we spoke about &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;happiness through our trials&lt;/span&gt;, and the light at the end of them.  There is always light as long as we learn.  I am grateful for the small trials I have been given, although I have never been happy about them at the time.  Sometimes I feel like I have been spared the "really bad" trials of life so far but I don't think anyone has a monopoly on pain.  We cannot possibly compare our trials to another persons, because we all have unique emotions, reactions, and spirits.  God chose our trials to help us grow, I think.  I'm trying to grow.  I suck at it a lot.   I feel like it's a good time for me to write this, because as of right now, all is well.  But, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;tomorrow always brings change&lt;/span&gt;, and I may need to look back and take my own advice.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-2761189718198984734?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2761189718198984734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/trials.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2761189718198984734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2761189718198984734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/06/trials.html' title='Trials'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-1378365394054694484</id><published>2009-05-09T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:10:19.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Little House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I'm grateful for our &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; little apartment.  It's nice, and it's close to Mike's work, and it's cheap.  I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;especially happy that it's cheap&lt;/span&gt; 'cause that means we get to save some money for our eventual house.  Our landlords did a great job fixing it up, and its got just enough "old charm" mixed with "modern convenience."  Our neighbors (who are also the owners..) have 3 kids that Cecily adores and wants to play with nearly every day, which is tons of fun for both she and I.  I get to talk to an adult, and she gets to run around in the yard.  We even have a garden.  Carrots and tomatos comin' our way!  Who could ask for more?  I wish I had a picture to post of it, but I haven't taken one yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-1378365394054694484?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1378365394054694484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-little-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1378365394054694484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1378365394054694484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-little-house.html' title='This Little House'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-4033184660262146877</id><published>2009-04-08T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T13:05:16.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sd0DVKwZhMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UxUKnG_I2fA/s1600-h/36weekbelly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322413996821284034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sd0DVKwZhMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UxUKnG_I2fA/s400/36weekbelly.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was laying in bed last night it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me how grateful I am to be a mother. I feel so lucky that I didn't have trouble getting pregnant, staying pregnant, or giving birth. I don't know why this is given to some people who don't deserve it, and withheld from some beautiful women (many that i know and am close to) who deserve it beyond measure. There is a woman I know who has a mothers heart, but has had several miscarriages and has not been given that gift in this life. Cecily just adores her. It makes me melt to see C.J. yell her name and run to her in the hall at church, but it also makes me hurt to think of her pain. The sunshine in all of this is that I know God is just, and that He will give her blessings beyond measure either in this life or in the next. It's also good for me to realize what a tremendous responsibility and gift I have from Heavenly Father. I have an amazing little girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-4033184660262146877?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4033184660262146877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/mother.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4033184660262146877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/4033184660262146877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/04/mother.html' title='A Mother'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Sd0DVKwZhMI/AAAAAAAAAjY/UxUKnG_I2fA/s72-c/36weekbelly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-1628820101771109343</id><published>2009-03-25T15:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:29:26.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Scqu13ZinoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Fmt78HSQx_k/s1600-h/100_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Scqu13ZinoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Fmt78HSQx_k/s320/100_1287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317254550491668098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm very happy that I got to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;come to earth and get a body&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt; I don't like the shape of my body, or I don't like when my body doesn't work as well as it should. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; I'm fighting a cold right now&lt;/span&gt;..... but I'm glad that God gave me the ability to fight off the virus, and it's especially nice that He gives me enough strength to take care of my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;baby girl&lt;/span&gt; in the midst of it all.  In the grand scheme of things, I'm workin' pretty well at the moment, and although I know my body will break down and get old and wrinkly, I'm grateful to have gotten one at all.  In particular, I feel lucky that I can&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; see well&lt;/span&gt; and I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;straight teeth.&lt;/span&gt;  Along with my many (and I mean MANY) imperfections, I like those 2 things best.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-1628820101771109343?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1628820101771109343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-body.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1628820101771109343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1628820101771109343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-body.html' title='My Body'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/Scqu13ZinoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Fmt78HSQx_k/s72-c/100_1287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-2089904242890312685</id><published>2009-03-07T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:57:40.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Talks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been too long since my last post.  I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to be grateful for.  Today I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that I have to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;give a talk in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; churc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It gave me a much needed push to focus on Christ, on service, and on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;being happy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;God, in His wisdom, knows when we need pushing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  Over the past few weeks I have been remiss in counting my many blessings and have instead been a bit selfish.  Now I want to shout from the rooftops how grateful I am for the world and everyone in it.  Yes, as much as I hate (and I mean REALLY strongly dislike) standing on a pulpit and spouting what little knowledge I have for the congregation, it's worth it because of the things I have learned (and continue to learn) from it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-2089904242890312685?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2089904242890312685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/giving-talks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2089904242890312685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/2089904242890312685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/03/giving-talks.html' title='Giving Talks'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-6945971030828508562</id><published>2009-02-18T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T12:34:13.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been one of those &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wonderful&lt;/span&gt; weeks where &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prayer is my lifeline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  It's the only thing that keeps me sane in a world full of twists and turns.  I have such a good life, and I feel blessed.  I love that I can pray in my mind or I can pray outloud.  I pray mostly on my knees and sometimes, if I'm lazy, still laying in bed in the morning.  I pray while doing dishes, or the laundry.  Isn't it glorious that God gives us such an open line of communication?   He never tells us that "It's just not a good time" or "I'll have to call you back."  He just loves us and lets us pray when we're happy or sad or troubled or angry or full of thanks.  He just listens, and if we look closely enough, &lt;strong&gt;always answers&lt;/strong&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-6945971030828508562?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6945971030828508562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6945971030828508562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/6945971030828508562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-prayer.html' title='Blessed Prayer'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-1893859313766076933</id><published>2009-02-12T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:50:40.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;grateful &lt;/span&gt;for my &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bathtub&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I'm grateful for all the modern conveniences that make baths possible: running water, pipes, smart people, houses, plumbing, a fabulous water heater and many more.  I love baths.  I love &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; warm bubble baths with &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;yummy&lt;/span&gt; scented bath oil.  I'm relaxed and content for however long I choose to stay in my watery dreamland, and that is something to be thankful for.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-1893859313766076933?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1893859313766076933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/bath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1893859313766076933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/1893859313766076933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/bath.html' title='The Bath'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-188087269049218131.post-3960558839726502975</id><published>2009-02-10T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T23:16:46.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Grapefruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SZH8kFa_HrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/mawzkBqHva0/s1600-h/Feb+09+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301295933252640434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SZH8kFa_HrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/mawzkBqHva0/s320/Feb+09+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an attempt to become more&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; grateful&lt;/span&gt; for the things in my life, I've decided to start a blog of some of the things I'm thankful for, or happy about, or just things that make my life better. Big things, silly things, substantial things and tiny things. I know I could do this in a journal, but putting it out there for the universe to read somehow makes it more real and concrete........... or something. Anyway, I hope it will help me thank God more for the good things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Day One: Grapefruit. A silly thing and not very powerful or grand thing for my first entry, but I love it just the same. It's a divine midnight snack. Cut in half. Dusted with sugar. Full of yummy goodness. And, when I'm done I love to squeeze the last bit of juice out of it and usually it gets on my face and hands. Then I'm sticky, and happy, and full. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/188087269049218131-3960558839726502975?l=wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3960558839726502975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-grapefruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3960558839726502975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/188087269049218131/posts/default/3960558839726502975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wendysgratefuljournal.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-grapefruit.html' title='Sweet Grapefruit'/><author><name>Party of Four</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05135931576897227257</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fk8xWQFHDjQ/TlsZRGx4uKI/AAAAAAAABeQ/96ZdrJhxAy0/s220/148.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QgvtFo4OcLU/SZH8kFa_HrI/AAAAAAAAAd4/mawzkBqHva0/s72-c/Feb+09+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
