<?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-6517556033213379334</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:36:46.617-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Dinny the Dinosaur'/><category term='Cardston Temple'/><category term='Oreos'/><category term='Stolen Moments'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='General Conference'/><category term='Family'/><category term='FFTA'/><category term='Coke'/><category term='Fire'/><category term='Craft Room'/><category term='Wiener'/><category term='Digital Storytelling'/><category term='Breakfast'/><category term='Foster Parent'/><category term='Renovations'/><category term='FASD'/><category term='Worley'/><category term='Moving'/><category term='Scriptures'/><category term='Sunday'/><category term='Chicago'/><category term='Home Teaching'/><category term='Lamanites'/><category term='People Watching'/><category term='Missionary'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Kyla Remillard'/><category term='MARTA'/><category term='Testimony'/><category term='Atlanta GA'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='ER'/><category term='Glenwood'/><category term='Coca Cola'/><category term='Calgary Temple'/><category term='Food Storage'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Super Dogs'/><category term='Relief Society'/><category term='Graduation'/><category term='Drew'/><category term='June'/><category term='YouTube'/><category term='Shelf Reliance'/><category term='Drywall'/><category term='Calgary Stampede'/><category term='Cows'/><category term='Calgary Zoo'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='Camp'/><category term='Baseball'/><category term='Philips Arena'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Respite'/><category term='Reactive Attachment Disorder'/><category term='Book of Mormon'/><category term='Star Wars'/><category term='Anniversary'/><category term='Atlanta Temple'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Ammon'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='Freezer'/><title type='text'>Kerry's Kourtyard</title><subtitle type='html'>Musings of a Wife, Mother, Step &amp;amp; Foster Mom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-2019254316374652426</id><published>2011-10-09T17:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:49:08.057-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Build You A Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NRlB0HV7nH0?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched this clip since I was a child in Primary. Love it - always have! But can rarely get through it without blubbering all over myself. When I was small - I related to the boy... Now I relate to the mom....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my children - all of you... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-2019254316374652426?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/2019254316374652426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/10/build-you-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2019254316374652426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2019254316374652426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/10/build-you-rainbow.html' title='Build You A Rainbow'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/NRlB0HV7nH0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7077249325434711424</id><published>2011-07-17T21:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T21:20:04.784-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Mom!</title><content type='html'>I don't think it matters the age - I still love my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yKpfE6qwGXI" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7077249325434711424?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7077249325434711424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7077249325434711424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7077249325434711424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-love-my-mom.html' title='I Love My Mom!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/yKpfE6qwGXI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-2047243929854550759</id><published>2011-05-23T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:23:02.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love One Another</title><content type='html'>We've had a bit of a tough week here at our house. (Understatement!)&lt;br /&gt;Saw this video this morning and thought of my family.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VUuexH-3dBo?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-2047243929854550759?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/2047243929854550759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-one-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2047243929854550759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2047243929854550759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/05/love-one-another.html' title='Love One Another'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VUuexH-3dBo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-6019678083942590441</id><published>2011-05-16T10:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:28:50.378-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Child Of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JOrcqqpHCt8?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched this with my little one 3 times this morning - and teared up each time! I was so grateful for the simple reminder - not only of who I am - but who these children in my care are too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss T has changed the words for this one (her favorite song by far) just ever so slightly. She sings it as, "I am a child FOR God"... and I love that she is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-6019678083942590441?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/6019678083942590441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-child-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6019678083942590441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6019678083942590441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-child-of-god.html' title='I Am A Child Of God'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JOrcqqpHCt8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8402489478389528987</id><published>2011-05-02T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:58:30.788-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Women In Our Lives...</title><content type='html'>I loved this message... along with my mother, grandmother, and so many sisters, cousins and friends! You are wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DkUwh1YUMtE?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-8402489478389528987?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8402489478389528987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/05/women-in-our-lives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8402489478389528987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8402489478389528987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/05/women-in-our-lives.html' title='The Women In Our Lives...'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/DkUwh1YUMtE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-5644340772906477934</id><published>2011-04-14T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:08:16.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This Narnia??</title><content type='html'>I think this must be Narnia... You know, the land of eternal winter and never Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when I went to bed, there was no snow in my front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This is what I saw out my front door this morning...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXP1_rZ3cX0/TadhD9rj0GI/AAAAAAAAIBg/Q6LEXM5cwEI/s1600/IMG_4701+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXP1_rZ3cX0/TadhD9rj0GI/AAAAAAAAIBg/Q6LEXM5cwEI/s320/IMG_4701+copy.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;AAACCKKK!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;And it wasn't done snowing yet!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Ec73cDbtI/TadhGUTDWGI/AAAAAAAAIBk/lHnQuElgBRo/s1600/IMG_4702+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1Ec73cDbtI/TadhGUTDWGI/AAAAAAAAIBk/lHnQuElgBRo/s320/IMG_4702+copy.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;However, there was one (and only one) beautiful moment in more of this white stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-4Cfix73GA/TadhKDklaAI/AAAAAAAAIBo/0OU7RvUC4P4/s1600/IMG_4700+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n-4Cfix73GA/TadhKDklaAI/AAAAAAAAIBo/0OU7RvUC4P4/s320/IMG_4700+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;V left a note for me on his way to school... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay back to reality and a quote from little Miss T...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;"NO MORE SNOW! SICK OF SNOW!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-5644340772906477934?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/5644340772906477934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-this-narnia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5644340772906477934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5644340772906477934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/04/is-this-narnia.html' title='Is This Narnia??'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXP1_rZ3cX0/TadhD9rj0GI/AAAAAAAAIBg/Q6LEXM5cwEI/s72-c/IMG_4701+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-9109959974435656257</id><published>2011-03-25T13:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:11:28.084-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;I was woken up early this morning by a very sad little girl. Her face was wet with tears as she said, "I can't find my 'other mommy'". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This breaks my heart! She knows we love her. She asks me all the time, "I your little angel?" But it seems that there will always be a hole in her heart for that "other mommy". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH handled it so well! He told her, "One mommy is right here and the other mommy is with your grandma!" Still, she needed more cuddles and reassurance. She has referred to this dream several more times today... so I know this situation is weighing heavy on her heart. Please pray that she will find some peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-9109959974435656257?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/9109959974435656257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/9109959974435656257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/9109959974435656257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/03/bad-dreams.html' title='Bad Dreams'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-4019148562309342795</id><published>2011-03-14T15:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:37:15.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hubby's Bathroom Reader</title><content type='html'>I think the title says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FteRxys7ZSA/TX6KckT615I/AAAAAAAAIAo/DiQ1Qx4muyA/s1600/IMG_0104+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FteRxys7ZSA/TX6KckT615I/AAAAAAAAIAo/DiQ1Qx4muyA/s320/IMG_0104+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&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/6517556033213379334-4019148562309342795?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/4019148562309342795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/03/hubbys-bathroom-reader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/4019148562309342795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/4019148562309342795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/03/hubbys-bathroom-reader.html' title='Hubby&apos;s Bathroom Reader'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FteRxys7ZSA/TX6KckT615I/AAAAAAAAIAo/DiQ1Qx4muyA/s72-c/IMG_0104+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3871219503824034149</id><published>2011-02-20T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:59:15.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When children have chosen another way | Mormon Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;An excellent article that I happened upon this morning. Just wanted to share... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mormontimes.com/article/19779/When-children-have-chosen-another-way?s_cid=addthis"&gt;When children have chosen another way | Mormon Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, back to caring for my sick little one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three Things I Am Grateful For:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  My children! I love them! I raised them on my own for many years - and I am still grateful for that experience. They mean the world to me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  My little one does NOT have pneumonia... just needs a little more rest and meds to get better. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  My own health has been on the mend... and it's about stinkin' time! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3871219503824034149?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.mormontimes.com/article/19779/When-children-have-chosen-another-way?s_cid=addthis' title='When children have chosen another way | Mormon Times'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3871219503824034149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-children-have-chosen-another-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3871219503824034149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3871219503824034149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/02/when-children-have-chosen-another-way.html' title='When children have chosen another way | Mormon Times'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7921214891645626267</id><published>2011-01-24T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:16:10.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Child of God</title><content type='html'> Just a quick one tonight. Heard the little one in her bed tonight singing, I Am A Child of God. Here's a sample of what I heard... (please forgive my attempt at the baby talk spelling!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"I a chi-ad a God. (&lt;font color='Blue' &gt;&lt;b &gt;Child of God)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;He send me heew. (Sent me here)&lt;br&gt;Has give me a earf-we home. (&lt;font color='Blue' &gt;given me an earthly home)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;And pawents kinda deew" (&lt;font color='Blue' &gt;parents kind and dear... Not just "kinda dear")&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So stinkin cute! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love her!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7921214891645626267?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7921214891645626267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/01/child-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7921214891645626267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7921214891645626267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/01/child-of-god.html' title='Child of God'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-148999085294360345</id><published>2011-01-20T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:42:59.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can It Be So Long Since I've Last Written?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It always amazes me how much time passes between my posts. It's not because I don't have a sincere desire to write... I think about it all the time! There are many times I don't have the time/peace/quiet to sit and write and, very recently, many times that I'm afraid what I write will be misconstrued. (I don't know about you other bloggers - but this happens to me a lot!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Recently it was suggested to me that I waste far too much time worrying about what others think of me. This caught me a little off guard, as I've normally been one who doesn't give a rip what others think of me. However, in talking further with this person, I learned she was right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have spent a great deal of time trying to show certain individuals that I'm not the terrible person they think I am. It didn't matter what others have said to the contrary - this particular group of people dislikes me and blames me for things not in my control - and I have let them get the better of me. Now I must work hard to rid myself of this toxic thinking and stop trying to impress people who do not have any interest in the well being of me or my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This whole things was driven home again within the last week, when a very serious decision had to be made by DH. Although it was not my decision, these people blamed me, called me names, and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;falsely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;accused me of terrible "atrocities" - again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The irony? In the end, everyone wanted the same thing - but they all had to believe it was their idea before it could be implemented.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The perk? I've not felt this kind of peace in a very long time. I'm ever so grateful that DH made the choice he did and I hope he will feel the same level of peace about it that I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now I am working on relearning things I'd forgotten... like, for example, that those who try to control others through threats and lies are really very sad people.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE - AND SO DO I!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And, if I let them push me to do things I don't want/need/have to - it is ME that lives with that consequence - not them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I hope and pray that DH begins to understand this too as we head in this new direction, and these same people try to make him regret his choice. He needs to be supported in this decision. Actually, we both do. So if you're the praying kind, could you say a little one for us?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My support circle (my kids, my mom) has been amazing this last little while. Thank you for loving me through this last little bit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm feeling a little more like myself this week. Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;DH loves me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-148999085294360345?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/148999085294360345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-it-be-so-long-since-ive-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/148999085294360345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/148999085294360345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-it-be-so-long-since-ive-last.html' title='Can It Be So Long Since I&apos;ve Last Written?'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-6314192842493924110</id><published>2010-10-21T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T09:47:19.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Special Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know it's been awhile... and there is so much that has happened... but I couldn't let this event go without a record. Our dearest little Mr. T. was baptized, confirmed and ordained a deacon last night!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Normally, our children would be baptized at 8, but because the adoption is not complete, Mr. T. had to wait until his twelfth birthday to get this done. Also, a baptism usually takes place on a Saturday. However, this Saturday, the youth from our ward are going to the temple to perform baptisms. Mr. T really wanted to go to this, we were able to get the baptism done on a Wednesday. Mr. T would also need to have the priesthood in order to attend the temple, so that was taken care of last night too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've got to tell you, this was one of the most incredible baptisms I've ever had the pleasure of attending. My own children's were special - don't get me wrong. But Mr. T had waited four extra years. He'd had to get permission from the government - if you can believe that. They won't allow any religious decisions until the age of 12 - and until the adoption is complete - he is still technically theirs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The spirit was so strong there last night. I'll bet there were close to 100 people in attendance! Which was great because Mr. T could see how much love and support he had for this decision. It was hard to contain all the emotions we felt. I think the only time Mr. T wasn't smiling was when he was shedding "tears of joy" (as he called them) while he bore his testimony.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TMBgX3YohxI/AAAAAAAAH8o/xNg2-Y5B3Kg/s1600/250a+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TMBgX3YohxI/AAAAAAAAH8o/xNg2-Y5B3Kg/s320/250a+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;When we got home, he said he just "felt different". He was the sweetest happiest boy! His bedtime prayer was one of the most sincere, as he offered thanks for all he's been blessed with. I'm so grateful that he has come to be part of our family! I know I have learned so much since he and his brother came to be part of us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We are all truly blessed!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three things I'm grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That Mr. T was finally, FINALLY able to be baptized because it was his decision and no one else's.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our new little foster daughter. She is wonderful and funny! I am loving the hugs and kisses and teaching her new words, to count, and sing... but I am NOT enjoying the potty training!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My husband. He is a wonderful father, husband, and friend. I'm so grateful that he has the priesthood and is able to bless each of us. It was wonderful for him too, to be able to perform each of Mr. T's ordinances last night too - especially because he is so afraid of crowds! He did it perfectly, and I love him so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-6314192842493924110?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/6314192842493924110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/10/very-special-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6314192842493924110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6314192842493924110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/10/very-special-day.html' title='Very Special Day'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TMBgX3YohxI/AAAAAAAAH8o/xNg2-Y5B3Kg/s72-c/250a+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-9100377503646108876</id><published>2010-08-24T20:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:25:49.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Mixups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We're in between fostering little girls at the moment. The one we had left for a 3 week "visit" to make sure everything was going to go okay. Everyone had worked so hard to get this little girl home and we were sure that this was going to be one of the rare "happy endings".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I called her case worker today, to see how things were going and to see if we could open up the bed for another child. The case worker began to tell me that baby's mom had gone to court and confessed that she didn't want to be a mom after all. I was shocked!! This was not the ending that we were hoping for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It got worse -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/THR-NJ7ffGI/AAAAAAAAGfA/yoMNPVbtLiQ/s1600/frazzled+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/THR-NJ7ffGI/AAAAAAAAGfA/yoMNPVbtLiQ/s320/frazzled+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;She went on to tell me that mom had decided to give up all her rights and when the judge started yelling at her - she bolted from the courtroom! This was so far from where everyone had hoped this would end up. So I asked the case worker when we might be getting the little one back, to which she replied, "Don't you &amp;nbsp;have her?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is about the time we figured out that she thought I was a different "Kerry the foster mom" and had given me the story ending for the wrong baby! Terribly sad for the other poor little girl - but what a relief from our end! Whew! We'd worked so hard to get our last little babe home safe and healthy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So we continue to hurry up and wait... wait to get our little one back - or wait for our next little family member.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our little foster baby is actually with people who want her and love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We think we've found a temporary solution to a very pressing problem. Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our oldest foster boy got permission to be baptized on his birthday. Hurray!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-9100377503646108876?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/9100377503646108876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-mixups.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/9100377503646108876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/9100377503646108876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-mixups.html' title='Baby Mixups'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/THR-NJ7ffGI/AAAAAAAAGfA/yoMNPVbtLiQ/s72-c/frazzled+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3822961334107159832</id><published>2010-08-22T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T22:24:40.659-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing In The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been kind of down in the dumps for about a month now... Been hard to write anything positive even though so many wonderful things have happened. But tonight, I watched this movie with one of my little guys, and it put me in a great mood! Haven't felt this way in so long - but I'm grateful for it. I loved this movie (I'm going to buy it tomorrow if I can find it) and so I thought I'd share one of my favorite scenes with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1ZYhVpdXbQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D1ZYhVpdXbQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My family is back from vacation and camping. Not all of my children are home - but they are close and I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My husband is good to me and loves me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I loved being a church today. Really lifted my spirits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3822961334107159832?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3822961334107159832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/08/singing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3822961334107159832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3822961334107159832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/08/singing-in-rain.html' title='Singing In The Rain'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7970378510974302137</id><published>2010-08-09T19:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T19:21:45.373-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lamanites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ammon'/><title type='text'>Ammon &amp; The Lamanites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;How do you keep a room full of ADHD kids interested in a topic for any length of time? Get down to their level and include them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We have some great elder's serving in our ward right now and they came over to teach the kids a quick lesson from the Book of Mormon about Ammon and the Lamanites. Here's what happened...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/B6z21lkzze8/hqdefault.jpg);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6z21lkzze8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B6z21lkzze8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The elders be back in two weeks, and I can hardly wait to see what they've got ready for us then. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My testimony of the gospel. I've done a lot of thinking, reading, and researching lately, and I am so grateful for the peace that comes when following the Lord's commandments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My family. I have a good husband that tries so hard for me - and for our kids... even when they don't acknowledge or appreciate it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got two notes of praise from our foster baby's parents. THAT meant a lot!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7970378510974302137?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7970378510974302137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/08/ammon-lamanites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7970378510974302137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7970378510974302137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/08/ammon-lamanites.html' title='Ammon &amp; The Lamanites'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8240218715119712408</id><published>2010-07-29T20:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:19:38.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;July has been incredibly busy for me! Travelling, company, Stampede, new foster child... not necessarily in that order... It's been nuts!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Just wanted to pop in quickly though, to say that I'm working on some of the photos from July to share with you. I hope to have them all up in a couple days. &amp;nbsp;But don't peek yet...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TFI2D2o471I/AAAAAAAAGcs/QtQfDJdnzt0/s1600/IMG_1503.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TFI2D2o471I/AAAAAAAAGcs/QtQfDJdnzt0/s320/IMG_1503.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/6517556033213379334-8240218715119712408?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8240218715119712408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/07/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8240218715119712408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8240218715119712408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up...'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TFI2D2o471I/AAAAAAAAGcs/QtQfDJdnzt0/s72-c/IMG_1503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7780654279748204413</id><published>2010-07-02T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T09:44:01.417-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><title type='text'>Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership with God</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in the day to day, I forget that there is a bigger purpose to the job I do. I'd like to add to this video that this purpose extends not just to those that we give birth to - but also to those children who come into our lives as foster children, step-children, nieces, nephews, and those just adopted into the family in whatever capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this one as much as I did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages?v=WbYLKVgwztY"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbYLKVgwztY&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbYLKVgwztY&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xd0d0d0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I Am Grateful For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family! Especially my own mother. Need I say more?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My country! As we celebrated Canada Day yesterday, I reflected on what a great nation this is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sense of humour... Believe me! I need it to get through most days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7780654279748204413?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages?v=WbYLKVgwztY' title='Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership with God'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7780654279748204413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/07/motherhood-eternal-partnership-with-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7780654279748204413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7780654279748204413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/07/motherhood-eternal-partnership-with-god.html' title='Motherhood: An Eternal Partnership with God'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7597517866848302018</id><published>2010-06-29T20:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:50:22.118-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relief Society'/><title type='text'>RS Progressive Dinner June 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/xaH6CP2nPHw/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xaH6CP2nPHw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xaH6CP2nPHw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7597517866848302018?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7597517866848302018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/06/rs-progressive-dinner-june-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7597517866848302018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7597517866848302018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/06/rs-progressive-dinner-june-2010.html' title='RS Progressive Dinner June 2010'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-4313291678773215261</id><published>2010-06-08T21:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:50:42.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardston Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glenwood'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LezmKMdI/AAAAAAAAGYo/Ts9kl8FQRhY/s1600/Belly+River+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: left; float: left; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black;"&gt;A couple weeks ago we went on a trip down to Cardston, and I was on a picture taking kick most of the way down. There was some beautiful scenery to be enjoyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LezmKMdI/AAAAAAAAGYo/Ts9kl8FQRhY/s320/Belly+River+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the Belly River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Our excursion took us into Glenwood as well. I have an uncle and aunt there, who we really enjoy visiting with.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8RXLoXQCI/AAAAAAAAGZg/w2v3W3UUF-I/s1600/Glenwood+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8RXLoXQCI/AAAAAAAAGZg/w2v3W3UUF-I/s320/Glenwood+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LxJwGrZI/AAAAAAAAGY4/_2TNNaT3OTk/s1600/Glenwood+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But to get there, you have to drive through the Blood Reservation. Here is the abandoned little church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8L24rZn9I/AAAAAAAAGZA/WCCNQ77XAZY/s1600/Res+Church+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8L24rZn9I/AAAAAAAAGZA/WCCNQ77XAZY/s320/Res+Church+(2)+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8L24rZn9I/AAAAAAAAGZA/WCCNQ77XAZY/s1600/Res+Church+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My uncle has this amazing garden and it's already in full swing. The boys had never been before, and they were really enjoying the visit too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8SAb16__I/AAAAAAAAGZo/gyl3lwbZ16E/s1600/Hamon,+Trevor+w+Staneks+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8SAb16__I/AAAAAAAAGZo/gyl3lwbZ16E/s320/Hamon,+Trevor+w+Staneks+(2)+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LNoA4v9I/AAAAAAAAGYY/0DpAMryUvHQ/s1600/Hamon,+Trevor+w+Staneks+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LNoA4v9I/AAAAAAAAGYY/0DpAMryUvHQ/s1600/Hamon,+Trevor+w+Staneks+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LNoA4v9I/AAAAAAAAGYY/0DpAMryUvHQ/s320/Hamon,+Trevor+w+Staneks+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I guess there was a little nest up in this tree and he was letting the boys have a look at it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LZA-P8sI/AAAAAAAAGYg/FSUhtIBeztQ/s1600/Hamons,+Staneks+%26+Sharon+Eburne.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LZA-P8sI/AAAAAAAAGYg/FSUhtIBeztQ/s1600/Hamons,+Staneks+%26+Sharon+Eburne.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LZA-P8sI/AAAAAAAAGYg/FSUhtIBeztQ/s320/Hamons,+Staneks+%26+Sharon+Eburne.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My mom was with us too for this trip. My aunt showed us her beautiful quilts and a few quilting tips. I don't know how long we spent there, but it never feels like enough time. We love them!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8MFat3cNI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/aBC8jcyP5Ko/s1600/Cardston+Temple+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8MFat3cNI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/aBC8jcyP5Ko/s1600/Cardston+Temple+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8MFat3cNI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/aBC8jcyP5Ko/s1600/Cardston+Temple+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8MFat3cNI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/aBC8jcyP5Ko/s320/Cardston+Temple+(2)+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8MFat3cNI/AAAAAAAAGZQ/aBC8jcyP5Ko/s1600/Cardston+Temple+(2)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was a beautiful day in Cardston too! Not everything is blooming yet - but there is a lot of green showing up. I love this building and being here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Found this one a little bit ago - same building - decades ago...This is a picture of my great-grandparents and some of their children back in the 1940's. I love history!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8MGBqLQ6I/AAAAAAAAGZY/oCbdppDH5HM/s1600/Pruden,_Harry_and_Annies_Temple_Sealing_1939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8MGBqLQ6I/AAAAAAAAGZY/oCbdppDH5HM/s320/Pruden,_Harry_and_Annies_Temple_Sealing_1939.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three things I'm grateful for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Temples... They are so beautiful and peaceful. Each one different from the others. I love being in their presence and within their walls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Family... Sometimes we don't get along very well - but we always love each other. I especially love that my kids are still getting to meet some of the older generations in our family. They (we) can all learn so much from these wonderful elders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My chiropractor! I know this one is way off from the others, but I've been in serious pain this last week and he will save me from it! He's the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-4313291678773215261?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/4313291678773215261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/06/couple-weeks-ago-we-went-on-trip-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/4313291678773215261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/4313291678773215261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/06/couple-weeks-ago-we-went-on-trip-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/TA8LezmKMdI/AAAAAAAAGYo/Ts9kl8FQRhY/s72-c/Belly+River+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7105314179210662053</id><published>2010-05-25T06:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:51:01.327-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Parent'/><title type='text'>Foster Parent Story for Enviros</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/BNb6myHdVB4/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNb6myHdVB4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BNb6myHdVB4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the video that I worked on a couple months ago in the digital storytelling workshop.  I was very proud of the way it turned out. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoy it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7105314179210662053?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7105314179210662053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/05/foster-parent-story-for-enviros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7105314179210662053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7105314179210662053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/05/foster-parent-story-for-enviros.html' title='Foster Parent Story for Enviros'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-5983961796040771698</id><published>2010-05-20T17:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:51:24.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calgary Temple'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We got to participate in a once in a lifetime opportunity last weekend! We were witness to the groundbreaking ceremony for the Calgary Alberta Temple last Saturday!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S_WhIpj7GHI/AAAAAAAAGWU/pdyxLeeNt1U/s1600/122559_CalgaryAlberta_sm_hr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S_WhIpj7GHI/AAAAAAAAGWU/pdyxLeeNt1U/s320/122559_CalgaryAlberta_sm_hr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is a picture of what it will look like when completed. I am just so excited to actually see this happening!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I love the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/temples/main/0,11204,1912-1-42-2,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cardston Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/temples/main/0,11204,1912-1-103-2,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Edmonton Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; is ok (though not nearly as grand as Cardston). The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/temples/main/0,11204,1919-1-604-2,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Calgary Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; will be somewhere in between these two - in size and literal location. There will not be excuses about time and travel once this one is done and the best part is - we can watch it from start to finish!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The kids were not thrilled about having to do the "church thing" on a Saturday. I couldn't even convince them it would be cool to be able to say to their grandkids, "I was there when they broke ground for that temple!" However, they were quiet enough as we sat through the ceremony. I loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S_XI1d_BqSI/AAAAAAAAGWc/TMDLcstFFx8/s1600/Stanek+%26+Bachelder+Breakfast+(3)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S_XI1d_BqSI/AAAAAAAAGWc/TMDLcstFFx8/s320/Stanek+%26+Bachelder+Breakfast+(3)+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amongst all this excitement, we also had DH's sister and her brood staying with us for the weekend. That made 15 of us in the house! Try scheduling shower and bathroom time around that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This wasn't even all of us for breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S_XI98Ehp3I/AAAAAAAAGWk/mBt0No2uDak/s1600/Staneks+%26+Bachelders+(11)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S_XI98Ehp3I/AAAAAAAAGWk/mBt0No2uDak/s320/Staneks+%26+Bachelders+(11)+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One of almost everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S_XJEPZ9CdI/AAAAAAAAGWs/-EHVLdToiX4/s1600/Staneks+%26+Bachelders+(9)+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S_XJEPZ9CdI/AAAAAAAAGWs/-EHVLdToiX4/s320/Staneks+%26+Bachelders+(9)+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And the kids... : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was fun and we enjoyed having them here and the kids really enjoy playing with all their cousins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-5983961796040771698?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Mormon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/CkKblIMfmjI"&gt;Testimony of the Book of Mormon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-244104292157798432?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/CkKblIMfmjI' title='Testimony of the Book of Mormon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/244104292157798432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/04/testimony-of-book-of-mormon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/244104292157798432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/244104292157798432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/04/testimony-of-book-of-mormon.html' title='Testimony of the Book of Mormon'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3896565124677744161</id><published>2010-04-15T16:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:53:09.952-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='General Conference'/><title type='text'>April Already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I did it again... neglected my blog! It's not like I haven't been doing anything - I have been really busy! And sick...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My little sister has been very sick. She has been in the hospital for over a month now - and I have not been able to visit her much. She doesn't want to have me infect her with my germs while she heals from her surgery. I don't blame her, actually. It wouldn't be nice to make her even more sick than she is. She has been in our prayers - so if any of you wish to add her to your prayer list - her name is Noelle.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a very nice Easter weekend too. We really wanted to emphasize to the kids what Easter was about - and what it was NOT about. It helped that our church was holding it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lds.org/conference/languages/0,6353,310-1,00.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Annual General Conference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; over the weekend, so we stayed home to "watch" church on TV. I always love conference weekend. I wish that we were able to go down and be in Salt Lake City for it again. That is definitely one of my favorite memories! However, when we have all the kids, they are more than a little disruptive to those around them, so it was best that we were able to watch this from home. I love to hear from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://beta.lds.org/liahona/2009/11/safety-for-the-soul?locale=eng&amp;amp;format=conference&amp;amp;view=speakers"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Jeffery Holland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://beta.lds.org/liahona/2009/11/more-diligent-and-concerned-at-home?locale=eng&amp;amp;format=conference&amp;amp;view=speakers"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;David Bednar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;, and most especially &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="https://beta.lds.org/liahona/2009/11/what-have-i-done-for-someone-today?locale=eng&amp;amp;format=conference&amp;amp;view=speakers"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;President Thomas S. Monson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;. I love to hear from all of them - but those three tell especially good stories!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I notice too that there is a different spirit in our home during Conference weekend. Both DH and I recommit to doing better and applying the lessons we've been taught by our leaders. Just like spring - it's a whole new beginning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The weekend and week following we were blessed to have a little girl staying with us while her foster parents were out of town. This little doll is about the best baby I've ever seen! Rarely a cry... eats everything you give her... no noise when it's time for bed... We just loved her to pieces! We took lots of pictures and a couple of videos. Wish I could share with you - but you know the rules! DH and I agree that we NEED another girl in the house! Little girls just play different games and make different noises than boys do. We need some balance here!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That I get to have a job that allows me to be home with my family and available to help others. Best job in the world - MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The snow is finally gone from the yard!! I'm even seeing some green haze on the trees in the neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm on the mend after a week of feeling like crap. I hate being sick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3896565124677744161?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3896565124677744161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3896565124677744161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3896565124677744161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-already.html' title='April Already?'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3583219812766276513</id><published>2010-03-19T10:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:54:12.782-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Digital Storytelling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anniversary'/><title type='text'>This Simply Won't Do!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This once a month posting has got to stop! I think about it all the time, but I've been involved in so much over the past month, that it's been hard to find the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There has been a lot of training to attend lately. Admittedly, some of it was voluntary - but all of it was educational. D only joined me for one of the multi-day courses - theraputic crisis intervention - and we learned so much! I've also attended conferences on FASD and Digital Storytelling. Lots and lots to learn and I love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There has been quite a bit to do with the boys lately too. I think that the onset of spring has something to do with that. Everyone seems to get busier as it starts to get lighter and warmer outside. We all went to see T in his play at school this week. He had a small part - but he did it so well! Here are some of my favorite shots from "The Hobbit".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OlojhkjiI/AAAAAAAAGAk/u8qK1Sq7T_I/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OlojhkjiI/AAAAAAAAGAk/u8qK1Sq7T_I/s320/IMG_0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OlojhkjiI/AAAAAAAAGAk/u8qK1Sq7T_I/s1600-h/IMG_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Smaug the Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6Ol-rakNYI/AAAAAAAAGA0/7HlTvuNNQO4/s1600-h/IMG_0186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6Ol-rakNYI/AAAAAAAAGA0/7HlTvuNNQO4/s320/IMG_0186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Captured by Spiders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OlwtryBjI/AAAAAAAAGAs/838p8gdhKYk/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OlwtryBjI/AAAAAAAAGAs/838p8gdhKYk/s320/IMG_0224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OlwtryBjI/AAAAAAAAGAs/838p8gdhKYk/s1600-h/IMG_0224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The Great War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It was fun to watch finally, because it had been a six month production to get in place! Of course we had to sit through the Grade 7 band concert before the play. Ahhh.... memories of the honking and squeaking that pass for music. I loved Grade 7 band when I was there - but at the time - I'd had no idea how it must have sounded to the parents. Grade 8 band was better - and I remember those days too. I'm hopeful that the boys will want to take some music when they are old enough - and I'll go endure Grade 7 band concerts again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday was our 4th Wedding Anniversary. I seriously can't believe how the time has flown! We've come such a long way in so little time - and yet - still so much to learn about each other. We spent a great night having dinner at Olive Garden. We were going to see a movie - but we both ate too much - so just came home instead. It was so nice to be out just the two of us! I love you, Honey!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OrRrFxM8I/AAAAAAAAGA8/5jZULqhrxNI/s1600-h/IMG_0318+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OrRrFxM8I/AAAAAAAAGA8/5jZULqhrxNI/s320/IMG_0318+(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3583219812766276513?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3583219812766276513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-simply-wont-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3583219812766276513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3583219812766276513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-simply-wont-do.html' title='This Simply Won&apos;t Do!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S6OlojhkjiI/AAAAAAAAGAk/u8qK1Sq7T_I/s72-c/IMG_0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-5998565832406217537</id><published>2010-02-14T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:54:33.140-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been so busy - and hardly had time to think! There is plenty to blog about - but I'm still getting ready for church... My boys surprised me with a breakfast in bed and a promise to be my "slaves" for today. LOL! What a great Valentine's Day. Anyway, I wanted to leave you with this great video, in honor of this day of love... Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUuexH-3dBo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VUuexH-3dBo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-5998565832406217537?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/5998565832406217537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5998565832406217537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5998565832406217537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8001746341869602766</id><published>2010-01-14T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:26:42.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0-Zzigsi8I/AAAAAAAADaM/jSSSWsAZF1U/s1600-h/Eburne,+Sharon+-+Jan+09(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0-Zzigsi8I/AAAAAAAADaM/jSSSWsAZF1U/s320/Eburne,+Sharon+-+Jan+09(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been finding it very hard to get back into the swing of things. School has been back in for a week and a half now (YAY!) but the routines just aren't coming back. I need motivation!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We did get to enjoy one of our Christmas presents last weekend - and we went out for dinner with Mom and S. You know, when I was a teenager, we could talk my mom into things - like dressing up as a "headbanger" to go shopping with us. That was kind of fun! So I guess I should have known that when we asked her to pose in that stupid face sucking peace sign pose that ALL the girls have on Facebook (what is with that pose anyway?!) that she would just do it for the camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It just came naturally to her, I guess! LOL!! It was a fun night. We laughed at so many different stories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;One of my favorite stories that came up was about the day that D sent me flowers. I answered the door and a man gave me this beautiful bouquet. While I'm busy reading the card, V asks me, "Did that guy give you flowers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"Yes", I reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then he asks, "Does D know?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We did get a nicer picture of Mom - just cause I knew she'd not like the one to the left here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0-Z-92zt_I/AAAAAAAADaU/pB-rbhXu0ig/s1600-h/Eburne,+Sharon+-+Jan+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0-Z-92zt_I/AAAAAAAADaU/pB-rbhXu0ig/s320/Eburne,+Sharon+-+Jan+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love ya, Mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-8001746341869602766?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8001746341869602766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-finding-it-very-hard-to-get.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8001746341869602766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8001746341869602766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-been-finding-it-very-hard-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0-Zzigsi8I/AAAAAAAADaM/jSSSWsAZF1U/s72-c/Eburne,+Sharon+-+Jan+09(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8923883528783735655</id><published>2010-01-04T01:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:55:41.275-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scriptures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Late Night Writing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's late and I just can't sleep. I've been meaning to update my blog for some time now, and just hadn't found the time until now. December was especially busy with all the Christmas fanfare and activities. One of my goals for this New Year is to write more often... and with more depth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GfuYsOlAI/AAAAAAAADXQ/f7JN0YEiUGA/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+09(54).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GfuYsOlAI/AAAAAAAADXQ/f7JN0YEiUGA/s320/Christmas+Day+09(54).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GgA3fcJBI/AAAAAAAADXY/BB1AGQsoN6E/s1600-h/Christmas+Day+09(55).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GgA3fcJBI/AAAAAAAADXY/BB1AGQsoN6E/s320/Christmas+Day+09(55).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GhIoNdF1I/AAAAAAAADXg/fKivAVgurMg/s1600-h/130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GhIoNdF1I/AAAAAAAADXg/fKivAVgurMg/s320/130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GhjSe1F3I/AAAAAAAADXo/vu2wIKAZly0/s1600-h/056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GhjSe1F3I/AAAAAAAADXo/vu2wIKAZly0/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GiJWpXXpI/AAAAAAAADX4/6oJAKBs5K94/s1600-h/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GiJWpXXpI/AAAAAAAADX4/6oJAKBs5K94/s320/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GiXoJESII/AAAAAAAADYA/POyboLeA76U/s1600-h/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GiXoJESII/AAAAAAAADYA/POyboLeA76U/s320/061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We did have a great Christmas! We were blessed to be invited to parties with friends, and visits with family. There were many gifts and plenty of food - maybe too much food. Nineteen of us gathered on Christmas Eve - a family tradition for as long as I can remember. It would have been my Grandmother's 94th birthday. She's been gone a couple of years now, but it still feels funny not to have a birthday cake there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Over the holidays, we have fallen into a very bad habit of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;grazing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;eating whatever and whenever. We have stayed up too late and slept in too often. But everyone is ready to get back into routine again. Especially me! The boys were telling me how bored they were on day 1 of their Christmas vacation - and it just grew from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;D was a great help with the kids and cleanups too. I really appreciate all that he has done during his days off. This was our double duty Christmas year, so a very full house indeed! Lots of fun and noise (not fun) and the older kids pitched in to buy us an HDTV!! Totally awesome!! Our old big screen had just about bit the dust, so this one came in just in time. D's bonus from work made sure he got his Xbox too - and the boys have been inundating us with Rock Band for days now. (Some of those songs are REALLY awful, aren't they??) Not to mention that we are a family made up of singers and those who are totally tone deaf. It's sure not boring!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I think the best part of Christmas this year, was that we spent a little more time focusing on Christ - and a little less time (and money) on the gifts. I was so sick of hearing kids ask for more, more, more... We really toned it down (excepting the Xbox) and had a very nice, modest Christmas. I couldn't convince them to spend any time reading about the birth of Christ in scripture. We didn't even watch "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8tMuSVVljg8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mr. Kruger's Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;"! But we were together with minimal conflict - a major accomplishment for this group - and it was very nice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;This is the year we are hoping to have the boys adoption finalized. There are, as expected, some major hurdles to overcome in getting this done. I've been praying like crazy for a solution to these so that everyone can benefit. I could rant all day about the services that will be pulled from our high needs children once they are adopted. But I don't want this to be a political forum... yet... There are many things to be done before this adoption can be finalized.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to read the scriptures, front to back, again this year. But I want to put a little more emphasis on the studying side of it. It’s easy to read it like a novel - but not always so easy to grasp the lessons and meanings that way. I will be using&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://readthescriptures.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;readthescriptures.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;if any of you care to join me. Or just check in with me to make sure I'm keeping up on my goals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-8923883528783735655?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8923883528783735655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8923883528783735655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8923883528783735655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2010/01/late-night-writing.html' title='Late Night Writing...'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/S0GfuYsOlAI/AAAAAAAADXQ/f7JN0YEiUGA/s72-c/Christmas+Day+09(54).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-2270003283693765508</id><published>2009-12-14T17:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T20:54:54.247-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Do You Have Room?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm all about getting into Christmas for the right reasons today... Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vStl9PXWtiw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vStl9PXWtiw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-2270003283693765508?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/2270003283693765508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-have-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2270003283693765508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2270003283693765508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/12/do-you-have-room.html' title='Do You Have Room?'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7805984510105667205</id><published>2009-12-14T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T07:04:25.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/tXXwtFWpAI8"&gt;The Christmas Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7805984510105667205?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/tXXwtFWpAI8' title='The Christmas Spirit'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7805984510105667205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7805984510105667205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7805984510105667205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-spirit.html' title='The Christmas Spirit'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3031943438806293616</id><published>2009-11-26T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:54:56.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Spirit of Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/Tuwid8_O8dk"&gt;In the Spirit of Thanksgiving&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3031943438806293616?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/mormonmessages#play/all/1/Tuwid8_O8dk' title='In the Spirit of Thanksgiving'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3031943438806293616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-spirit-of-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3031943438806293616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3031943438806293616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-spirit-of-thanksgiving.html' title='In the Spirit of Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-4220514839121175988</id><published>2009-11-17T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:09:53.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween and Busy Month!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It has taken a little bit to get all caught up with everything. October ended on a real high note! Our ward held a "Trunk or Treat" and almost all of us dressed up to go.&amp;nbsp; The party was a hit! They did not expect too many to show up, but we filled the gym and ran out of hot dogs.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL0kfrO63I/AAAAAAAADRs/iiVWxVpmHd8/s1600/Halloween+Party+Wallhanging+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL0kfrO63I/AAAAAAAADRs/iiVWxVpmHd8/s320/Halloween+Party+Wallhanging+09.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL0t4alU_I/AAAAAAAADR0/tGMApCF7lV4/s1600/Paradis,+Terry+Halloween+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL0t4alU_I/AAAAAAAADR0/tGMApCF7lV4/s320/Paradis,+Terry+Halloween+2009.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1aNnCofI/AAAAAAAADSc/f4fUEocpLQM/s1600/Stanek,+Kerry+on+Halloween+09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1aNnCofI/AAAAAAAADSc/f4fUEocpLQM/s320/Stanek,+Kerry+on+Halloween+09.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I got to be one of the judges for the Halloween Costume contests. E won for the "funniest". (I declared a conflict of interest on that one and stayed out of the voting!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1AhdSuOI/AAAAAAAADSE/aco8B3-znz8/s1600/Stanek,+Emily+at+Halloween+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1AhdSuOI/AAAAAAAADSE/aco8B3-znz8/s320/Stanek,+Emily+at+Halloween+2009.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL03Vg5QbI/AAAAAAAADR8/_XdXZ7Ufsf8/s1600/Paradis,+Victor+Halloween+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL03Vg5QbI/AAAAAAAADR8/_XdXZ7Ufsf8/s320/Paradis,+Victor+Halloween+2009.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1S39Uh8I/AAAAAAAADSU/ChFEe-SHAds/s1600/Stanek,+Keanu+Halloween+09(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1S39Uh8I/AAAAAAAADSU/ChFEe-SHAds/s320/Stanek,+Keanu+Halloween+09(2).jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1G_22PMI/AAAAAAAADSM/yX_opst8PJ4/s1600/Stanek,+Isaiah+Halloween+2009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1G_22PMI/AAAAAAAADSM/yX_opst8PJ4/s320/Stanek,+Isaiah+Halloween+2009.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1t51051I/AAAAAAAADSk/lRFMeGWENrA/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL1t51051I/AAAAAAAADSk/lRFMeGWENrA/s320/008.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;D thought this would be a great costume - and so did many other people! I thought he should go as the guy who just got home from the dentist!&lt;/span&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: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL4s4N3wOI/AAAAAAAADSs/g2Y2Mlfcaqg/s1600/Drew+after+the+Dentist2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL4s4N3wOI/AAAAAAAADSs/g2Y2Mlfcaqg/s320/Drew+after+the+Dentist2.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;But I got outvoted... &lt;/span&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The next morning I got to go to another great Relief Society Birthday Breakfast. I was there officially in two categories - as a member of the RS Presidency and as a girl with an October Birthday! It was a great breakfast and came with some even better company! &lt;/span&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: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL8ZJlPxvI/AAAAAAAADS0/vVChvwMGF3U/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL8ZJlPxvI/AAAAAAAADS0/vVChvwMGF3U/s320/026.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Aren't they beautiful? &lt;/span&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Then we were into November. Now half of that is gone and I'm still wondering where it has gone to. Ever have one of those months where it just flys by and you know you were busy - just not sure about what it was you were busy doing? Me too! &lt;/span&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know we've been to a viewing at the funeral home, Rememberance Day activities at school, looking after other kids. &lt;/span&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;T had a huge medical scare and we spent some time running to doctors to figure it all out. Turns out it wasn't as serious as originally thought - but it gave us a scare for a little bit of time there. I'm sure this one took up most of my worrying hours. I prayed so much for him through this one. I think everything will be fine now though. Prayer works! &lt;/span&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We're gearing up to head into the Christmas Season now. I'd love to do another cookie exchange like we did last year. It was so much fun to just sit and visit with friends and neighbours. I need a little bit of time like that these days. &lt;/span&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: left;"&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;T is really okay. Big scare but he'll be fine.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Freedom - I love Rememberance Day. It is such a great chance to show respect for those who have fought for our freedom. I honor those brave men and women. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&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: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My husband... he's been very good to me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6517556033213379334-4220514839121175988?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/4220514839121175988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-and-busy-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/4220514839121175988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/4220514839121175988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-and-busy-month.html' title='Halloween and Busy Month!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SwL0kfrO63I/AAAAAAAADRs/iiVWxVpmHd8/s72-c/Halloween+Party+Wallhanging+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-2873044440475723054</id><published>2009-11-04T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T11:05:52.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Funny Story</title><content type='html'>I had the boys at the pediatrician's office. As we were reviewing their meds and symptoms, the doctor commented, "You boys are like black and white!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To which V points at his brother and replies, "He's the black one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little shocked at this I try to clarify, "She means that you two are opposites."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And V yells, "You mean I'M THE BLACK ONE??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor doctor and I couldn't contain it anymore... I laughed the whole way home and neither boy could figure out what was so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-2873044440475723054?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/2873044440475723054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-funny-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2873044440475723054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2873044440475723054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-funny-story.html' title='Another Funny Story'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-1292236681835494451</id><published>2009-10-28T14:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:14:13.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It never ceases to amaze me just how much can happen in a week or so! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Since my last post, we've had two birthdays, two birthday parties, been to Cardston, visited family in Glenwood, babysat lots of babies, you get the idea... It's been super busy here at our house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We had fun at T's birthday party. He didn't have as many friends come as he had hoped - but they were very well behaved and he really enjoyed himself. Dad took him shopping at a pawn shop with his birthday money. I know, I know! But it was what T requested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Suitc2Q94EI/AAAAAAAADQU/S6KPSaYzsb0/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Suitc2Q94EI/AAAAAAAADQU/S6KPSaYzsb0/s320/003.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuitvIEXZMI/AAAAAAAADQc/Vs9ZKv2QuZs/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuitvIEXZMI/AAAAAAAADQc/Vs9ZKv2QuZs/s320/010.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My birthday was a little more low key. D took four of us to the Olive Garden for dinner. :)&amp;nbsp;We don't get up there much because it is so far away - but&amp;nbsp;we do love the food. T was more than a little upset that we made him order from the "10 and under menu" - because he was just hours older than ten. With his special condition, sometimes it's hard for him to understand that not everything is about him or what he sees/wants/feels, etc. I was glad he was there with us though. V, on the other hand, tried all kinds of new foods there and said it was now his favourite new restaurant. I had a great evening and I was certainly glad that I had worn my stretchy pants! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuiqdgL7hbI/AAAAAAAADPc/g4xILUiidn4/s1600-h/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuiqdgL7hbI/AAAAAAAADPc/g4xILUiidn4/s320/003.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuiqoW4j8jI/AAAAAAAADPk/E4PhopJXiqM/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuiqoW4j8jI/AAAAAAAADPk/E4PhopJXiqM/s320/004.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Suiq7g1n3JI/AAAAAAAADPs/RGgjZG8yWoM/s1600-h/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Suiq7g1n3JI/AAAAAAAADPs/RGgjZG8yWoM/s320/005.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I also had two very good friends who helped me celebrate. Shelley took me out for lunch and Cori brought me a bag of wonderful gifts and a beautiful note. I am very blessed indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The other part of my birthday present was that Drew and I went to the Cardston Temple together for the first time in months on Saturday. The whole day was really nice - except for the little bit of blizzard that we drove through on the way home. We even stopped to visit my uncle and aunt in Glenwood. We always enjoy visiting with them - they are just so wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuirPdH3jzI/AAAAAAAADP0/ZcPkRP5_tf8/s1600-h/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuirPdH3jzI/AAAAAAAADP0/ZcPkRP5_tf8/s320/010.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuirrMu1xyI/AAAAAAAADP8/TSUqB-GYQas/s1600-h/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuirrMu1xyI/AAAAAAAADP8/TSUqB-GYQas/s320/011.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There was a big surprise waiting for me yesterday. Remember when I mentioned that I'd been duped on EBay? The package SHOWED UP!! I was stunned! The thing had come from Singapore - but it was here! D and I were both stoked! Good thing we had waited and not bid on another one... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, we're now into Halloween mode here. We will have D's kids here for the weekend and he's not taken them out for Halloween since he split from his ex... um... wife... (almost said something nasty there!) When the kids ask what I'm dressing up as, the answer will have to be "the mom who stays home to give out candy". I'm kind of looking forward to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;D found these glasses at the local dollar store. Check out the package for them. I think I'll submit this to engrish.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Suizgml7uYI/AAAAAAAADQ0/W32qSLT_ngk/s1600-h/IMG00036-20091026-2106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Suizgml7uYI/AAAAAAAADQ0/W32qSLT_ngk/s320/IMG00036-20091026-2106.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;They are hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuizZG7QXHI/AAAAAAAADQs/DkiyzHUAfX0/s1600-h/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuizZG7QXHI/AAAAAAAADQs/DkiyzHUAfX0/s320/007.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Even the dog gets in on disguises for Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuizBojewlI/AAAAAAAADQk/izjgeolG0EI/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SuizBojewlI/AAAAAAAADQk/izjgeolG0EI/s320/006.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I got to hold Rebecca's baby yesterday! He was born on my birthday so not even a week old. Very cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My EBay package really did come! I still can't believe that after all the fuss that EBay and PayPal made about it. But I am glad it's here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm another year older - and wiser. I have truly been blessed with so much in my life and now I have so many to share it with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-1292236681835494451?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/1292236681835494451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/1292236681835494451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/1292236681835494451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/10/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Suitc2Q94EI/AAAAAAAADQU/S6KPSaYzsb0/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3048782027997739130</id><published>2009-10-17T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:17:24.529-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard from the TV Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I overheard this conversation tonight coming from the TV room. Picture the setting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Four of the kids (ages 9, 10 and 11) are watching "Castaway". They are at the part of the movie where Tom Hanks is riding the raft and a whale is swimming beside him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;V: There is a whale following him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I: There is?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;V: Yes - but it doesn't hurt him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E: Wait - doesn't he get inside the whale?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;T: No! That's Noah!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I: No - Jonah gets swallowed by the whale! Noah got eaten by Moby Dick!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently, we have a little educating to dole out here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3048782027997739130?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3048782027997739130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/10/overheard-from-tv-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3048782027997739130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3048782027997739130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/10/overheard-from-tv-room.html' title='Overheard from the TV Room'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8150704229220711857</id><published>2009-10-15T13:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T13:30:43.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Duped on EBay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't think it would happen to me! I've been so careful! I've had dozens of successful transactions!! But this week, I got a note from EBay stating that the last purchase I made was with a seller of questionable repute... or something to that effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;What a pain in the butt! I had to lodge a complaint with PayPal to get my money back. I also had to make a claim file with EBay, but by then, the "seller" had been removed. I'm hoping that I have provided enough evidence to get my money back, but in the meantime, I wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The guy I spoke to at EBay suggested that I be more careful when dealing with some (not ALL) overseas sellers. You can bet I'll be watching for that very closely in the future... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three things I am grateful for - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I didn't get ripped of hundreds of dollars. Double checking that all my info is still secure. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The stinkin' snow has stopped for now! If snow were warm I wouldn't care - but snow is cold and I don't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a chance to look after the most adorable baby girl this past week - and we fell in love with her! It was great to have a baby in the house for a few days - especially a baby GIRL! I want one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-8150704229220711857?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8150704229220711857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/10/duped-on-ebay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8150704229220711857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8150704229220711857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/10/duped-on-ebay.html' title='Duped on EBay!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-127295186072529047</id><published>2009-10-07T13:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:11:55.179-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Month Has Commenced</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;October is the month of the year where we have the most birthdays in our family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We start early off with Mr. V. This year, we had to host a birthday party a day early, because our church &lt;a href="http://lds.org/conference/languages/0,6353,310-1,00.html"&gt;General Conference&lt;/a&gt; was being held on the actual birthday. Actually, I don't really mind the 2 hour birthday party after school. Most of the time the kids come here, eat, play and leave and I can have almost everything cleaned up by the time everyone else gets home. It's just easier this way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here are a couple of photos of the birthday boy and his buddies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sszj8saIFKI/AAAAAAAADHg/vG2wzt-m9cc/s1600-h/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sszj8saIFKI/AAAAAAAADHg/vG2wzt-m9cc/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SszkaWmcGnI/AAAAAAAADHw/RLsF8xyIosg/s1600-h/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SszkaWmcGnI/AAAAAAAADHw/RLsF8xyIosg/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SszkuptmEfI/AAAAAAAADH4/FkszWbi6JqI/s1600-h/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SszkuptmEfI/AAAAAAAADH4/FkszWbi6JqI/s320/014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SszlD4_6-pI/AAAAAAAADIA/lFQDsrzZRW8/s1600-h/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SszlD4_6-pI/AAAAAAAADIA/lFQDsrzZRW8/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;See the wad of cash he got? I know it doesn't show here but he was just beside himself! He kept repeating that he'd never had that much money in his whole life - and that was probably true. Didn't matter... he spent it all before the weekend was done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now, brace yourself for what you are about to see... This is a creation that can only happen when one is rushed for time, and attempts to ice a "too warm" cake with "too much sugar" icing. This, my friends, is my creation worthy of a mention on &lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake Wrecks&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SszkM8VV6eI/AAAAAAAADHo/F89wl1Ean7c/s1600-h/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SszkM8VV6eI/AAAAAAAADHo/F89wl1Ean7c/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You don't have to tell me! I already know!! The worst cake in the history of me making cakes! I had to entice the kids to eat it by putting mini chocolate bars all over it!! It did taste way better than it looks though... :( If that means anything at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I may just buy a cake for the next birthday this month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That I'm able to stay home to care for my family. This has made a world of difference for the children - and me. I know way more about what happens here and can keep better tabs on their needs (and behaviour!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My health is good. After watching my little sister go through what she did last month, I'm even more grateful for this blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My testimony. I always feel this growing when I watch General Conference. It is just so neat to be able to sit in my own home and listen to our Prophet and the other leaders share their wisdom, insight and&amp;nbsp;guidance&amp;nbsp;with us. It was a really nice weekend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-127295186072529047?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/127295186072529047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-month-has-commenced.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/127295186072529047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/127295186072529047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-month-has-commenced.html' title='Birthday Month Has Commenced'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sszj8saIFKI/AAAAAAAADHg/vG2wzt-m9cc/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-6691411368437479898</id><published>2009-09-25T09:25:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T12:48:51.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurray for Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've turned into a bad blogger!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It's not that there hasn't been plenty going on in our ever crazy household - I've just not had the time to blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ok - that's not even true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've just not had the motivation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;There! I said it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've not been motivated to write about all the weird, unexplainable, hilarious things that happen in our daily lives. It gets a little overwhelming sometimes to try and keep track of it all, and so I confess I haven't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On top of everything that we do in our family, I've been dealing with a business situation that rapidly got out of control. I was so excited at someone new signing up in my business, and then when things started to turn - I wasn't exactly sure how to handle it. The big wigs in the company got involved. They had to! To make a long story short - lines were crossed and decisions were made and I no longer have a new jeweller. I'm disappointed about it but I think it was for the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Remember people! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be nice and don't blame others when you don't understand something! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Wait... this is good advice for my family too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I may just make that one out of vinyl and stick it on our front door! Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And it might work as well as the other vinyl signs I've made - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SrzgnKRNNKI/AAAAAAAADCE/tI9B1oTrszY/s1600-h/Aim.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SrzgnKRNNKI/AAAAAAAADCE/tI9B1oTrszY/s320/Aim.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SrzgdQwM36I/AAAAAAAADB8/oFsc6oJPtp8/s1600-h/Please+Flush.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SrzgdQwM36I/AAAAAAAADB8/oFsc6oJPtp8/s320/Please+Flush.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We had a birthday this week too. Did you hear that I now have a TWENTY YEAR OLD SON?? I can't believe it either! How did this happen? When did he get to be a foot taller than me?? I love you Bryce and want you to know that I'm very proud of the person you have become! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;On Tuesday we had the chance to summarize what we learned in Atlanta for our Foster Agency. Because he suffers from severe stage fright - you can bet that DH was super grateful that the people ahead of us took up so much time with their amazing presentation! I was so enthralled with the 72 hour kits, that I didn't want them to end either. Turns out our scheduled 40 minute presentation was more like 7 minutes - and he didn't have to do anything but nod his head in agreement. Whoo hoo!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, with everything that we've had going on all week - I decided today would be a good day for me to do something for me! I'm heading on down to a craft show at the Roundup Centre to look at things no one else in my family enjoys... and I will be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Except that I have to take the boys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...which means there will be whining...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...and complaining... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maybe I can distract them by having them try and help me find new things to put on their birthday invitations next month! There's the plan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And after I clean the house, get the bags of clothes to the clothing exchange, attend all my meetings on Saturday, look after whatever arguments break out amongst the children, and go to church... I can relax in my craft room... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HAHAHAAA!!! Sometimes I crack me up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;That I get to stay home to look after my family. I'm not sure how I'd be able to handle all we have to do and go to work too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For a church calling that helps me see a bigger picture. I've learned so much working with the wonderful Sisters that I do. I love all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;For my family... despite all my complaining, they are amazing and I love them to pieces!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-6691411368437479898?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/6691411368437479898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurray-for-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6691411368437479898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6691411368437479898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurray-for-friday.html' title='Hurray for Friday!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SrzgnKRNNKI/AAAAAAAADCE/tI9B1oTrszY/s72-c/Aim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-306349923034843138</id><published>2009-09-18T20:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T08:58:48.803-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fire'/><title type='text'>Small Hero</title><content type='html'>V came home from school yesterday and told me that he saw a "scary guy" starting a fire in the alley. I went a looked right away, but didn't see anything. A few minutes later though, I saw the smoke rising! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We called the fire department right away and V got to tell his story. They put us through to the police and he got to tell the story again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they asked if he could tell them what the man looked like, he replied, "SCARY!" Not a great description. LOL! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firetruck came and I'm sure they just kicked some dirt around, because they didn't even pull the hose off the truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't matter to us. V was a hero in my book! He had done exactly what we have taught him to do. See a crime and report it. Very proud of my little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-306349923034843138?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/306349923034843138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/09/small-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/306349923034843138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/306349923034843138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/09/small-hero.html' title='Small Hero'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-2303967987886631120</id><published>2009-09-11T08:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:02:42.215-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Today...</title><content type='html'>I am Canadian - but I remember with my US friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember exactly where I was when I heard what was happening, and what was said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very somber day at work that day. My boss wouldn't let me leave to be with my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the planes were being grounded across North America, and the skyscrapers in downtown Calgary were being evacuated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people went to the airport to help those passengers who were stranded and hungry because they were no where near their destinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched the reruns for hours, days - maybe weeks afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I called my father in Utah to tell him that the US was at war. He wasn't awake yet when I called him - and he was a little disoriented. He had access to a TV - I didn't. He gave me a play by play for a few minutes before I had to hang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fellow blogger posted this tribute to her blog this morning. You can see it &lt;a href="http://just-a-scrappin.blogspot.com/2009/09/september-11-2001-and-day-of-prayer.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;or below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzs3-7ma8Cw&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzs3-7ma8Cw&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless us all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'm grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The freedom we enjoy here. Many take this for granted - but we enjoy it all the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family is safe and all with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knowledge... let's not repeat this episode in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-2303967987886631120?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/2303967987886631120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2303967987886631120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2303967987886631120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/09/remembering-today.html' title='Remembering Today...'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-2901578251193372731</id><published>2009-09-02T16:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T19:58:18.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>School's In and I'm Still Busy!!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that the kids have been back in school for almost a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got two in two schools this year and their timetables do NOT mesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both schools are a stones throw from the house. Both school share a field - sort of... but one starts at 8:20 and the other does not start until 9:00 a.m!! I spend my mornings and afternoons running back and forth between these schools to get the boys there and back again - and it is not fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, both boys were super stoked to get back to school. No really! Even if it doesn't show here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sp8fQIWRXKI/AAAAAAAACys/O6JfvMepT0E/s1600-h/Paradis,+Victor+-+First+Day+of+School+Grade+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377050842082925730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sp8fQIWRXKI/AAAAAAAACys/O6JfvMepT0E/s320/Paradis,+Victor+-+First+Day+of+School+Grade+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sp8fPfX6-yI/AAAAAAAACyk/9byNsiWp1Y0/s1600-h/Paradis,+Terry+-+First+Day+of+School+Grade+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377050831083993890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sp8fPfX6-yI/AAAAAAAACyk/9byNsiWp1Y0/s320/Paradis,+Terry+-+First+Day+of+School+Grade+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T gets to attend the brand new school this fall. It is the first time in a very long time that the boys have not attended school together - and if it weren't for the time difference, it would be awesome all the way around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for the "routine" part to settle back in... alas, it's been one of "those" weeks already. Errands, dentists, doctors and kid stuff... trying to get back to the gym routine, etc. It's hard to do! Especially when we've had such fantastic weather!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to make a few sympathy &lt;a href="http://qtmomcreations.blogspot.com/"&gt;cards &lt;/a&gt;this week too. A childhood friend of mine lost her brother on Saturday. I don't know the details - just that it was sudden. Really sad. He was just older than me and leaves behind a wife and two kids. I think I'm going to pull out my journal from when I was a teenager and refresh my memory on some of the great adventures we all had together. I like to remember the happy times. I'll take those memories with me to the funeral on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's co-worker lost a grand-baby this morning too... They think it was SIDS. Poor little thing was only 4 months old. Tragic week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'm Grateful For -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family is all well and healthy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My knowledge that this life is not the end...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SCHOOL IS BACK IN SESSION!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-2901578251193372731?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/2901578251193372731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-in-and-im-still-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2901578251193372731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/2901578251193372731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-in-and-im-still-busy.html' title='School&apos;s In and I&apos;m Still Busy!!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sp8fQIWRXKI/AAAAAAAACys/O6JfvMepT0E/s72-c/Paradis,+Victor+-+First+Day+of+School+Grade+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-5363363906192779790</id><published>2009-08-25T11:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T12:23:15.587-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wiener'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Respite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reactive Attachment Disorder'/><title type='text'>Relief at Last!</title><content type='html'>It took most of yesterday to recover. We'd been so busy with out latest placement that we'd hardly had time to just sit. I feel terrible for the little guy - but he was out of our realm of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still not sure how such a small child could have been left alone by his parents - but he was a great object lesson for our own kids who always want to know why they just can't do whatever they want. A child that rants and raves, kicks, bites, throws things, smashes things, opens oven &amp;amp; dishwasher doors, runs out of the house, scratches, etc. He'd not been given any guidance by any adults - and he is the one who will suffer for it. Not since my nephew had I personally seen such a severe case of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reactive_attachment_disorder"&gt;Reactive Attachment Disorder&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is HARD to keep your cool as you're chasing him through the house - or trying to protect the other people in the house. We just kept looking at him and wondering what series of events led to this - constantly remind everyone that this was not his fault. He'd not been taught ANY social skills or appropriate behaviour modification. Maybe his mother didn't know how to mother him? Maybe she has mental issues of her own? We'll never know the answers to these questions as he has been placed with another family that has more experience with his condition - and sadly, that was a RELIEF for our entire family. I think poor DH will need a longer break before he agrees to do an emergency respite placement again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to just be with our younger children last night. We played a fun game of cards that DH calls "The German Game". I think it's a lot like Uno, and yet not quite. The boys did really well learning how to play, but sometimes got angry when they didn't win a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point V told DH that he was "&lt;em&gt;Cheap! With a capital 'P'&lt;/em&gt;!" After a good giggle, we explained that "cheap" didn't start with a 'P' - that letter came at the end. His retort was, "&lt;em&gt;I know! You're cheaPah! Pah! Pah!"&lt;/em&gt; as if to emphasize the 'P' sound that should clearly be capitalized! Sometimes, their condition makes our boys super entertaining - and they just can't understand why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another great example of this... Yesterday at Superstore, we stood at the deli counter. As S was looking at which meat she'd like to buy for lunch, V sees a very large Kubasa sausage behind the glass. Without warning he yells out, "&lt;em&gt;Mom! Look at that huge wiener!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor guy behind the counter couldn't contain himself. "&lt;em&gt;Did I just hear your kid yell out to look at a &lt;strong&gt;big wiener&lt;/strong&gt;?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded, "&lt;em&gt;What kind of a place are you running here?"&lt;/em&gt; Poor deli guy started laughing so hard he couldn't even stand up straight. And all the while V asking what was so funny. "&lt;em&gt;What did I say that was so funny?!" &lt;/em&gt;Life would be so boring without kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The emergency placement kid is gone! Sad - but true! We were exhausted and our house was destroyed! We're glad he's safe with a different family now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time with my family again. It was such a nice day yesterday - and I have the afternoon alone today! YIPPEE!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;School starts this week! "It's the most wonderful time of the year!" Even the boys are anxious to get back to a routine and see their friends again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-5363363906192779790?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/5363363906192779790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/relief-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5363363906192779790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5363363906192779790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/relief-at-last.html' title='Relief at Last!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8180693372804053174</id><published>2009-08-19T13:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:19:05.771-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>Some Funnies and Some Gratitude</title><content type='html'>Someone sent this to one of my Yahoo Groups this morning - and it was funny enough to share. Especially funny because many of these things are TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't understand the purpose of the line, "I don't need to drink to have fun." Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they've invented the lighter?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you're going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you're crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a great need for sarcasm font. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the **** was going on when I first saw it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think everyone has a movie that they love so much; it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only time I look forward to a red light is when I’m trying to finish a text. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was learning cursive really necessary? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My brother's Municipal League baseball team is named the Stepdads. Seeing as none of the guys on the team are actual stepdads, I inquired about the name. He explained, "Cuz we beat you, and you hate us." Classy, bro. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart". &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad decisions make good stories &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier &amp;amp; sluttier every year? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from; this shouldn't be a problem.... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?' &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While watching the Olympics, I find myself cheering equally for China and USA . No, I am not of Chinese descent, but I am fairly certain that when Chinese athletes don’t win, they are executed. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Darnit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I meet a new girl, I'm terrified of mentioning something she hasn't already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is a school zone 20 mph? That seems like the optimal cruising speed for pedophiles... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn't know what do to with it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I’d bet my a$$ everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really pisses me off when I want to read a story on CNN.com and the link takes me to a video instead of text. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think the freezer deserves a light as well. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimate d that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fat b@st@rd before dinner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the gratitude... I've often thought of this exact scenario myself, so I'm glad someone took the initiative to start this movement. I'm committing to do this the next time I see military personnel. I hope you'll join me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSfFYxSdKdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSfFYxSdKdo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I'm grateful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I live in a free country. But I know that the price of freedom is not free.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a job that allows me to stay home and look after my family. Can't think of a better job!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm healthy. I'm praying for my little sister who is in the hospital this week - so I'm especially grateful for my own health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-8180693372804053174?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8180693372804053174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-funnies-and-some-gratitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8180693372804053174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8180693372804053174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/some-funnies-and-some-gratitude.html' title='Some Funnies and Some Gratitude'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3958935739409812024</id><published>2009-08-18T17:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:10:49.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Parent'/><title type='text'>New Placement</title><content type='html'>We're having a different kind of experience here this week. D's kids are here visiting, V and T are at camp for the week, and we got a call for an emergency placement. Things were already a little wonky with the kids that do live here being gone - and the kids that don't live here staying - but now we have a youngster who is brand new to care. Talk about stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to laugh when we got the call to take him. D's comment was, "Well there went our relaxing week!" I asked him on what planet he thought that we were ever in for a relaxing week. We now have a house full of high maintenance people. Holy smokes! This little one is sure testing the boundaries. Clearly there has been a great deal of permissive parenting in his young life. Rules seem to elude him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a hefty dose of this today when D took his kids to Calaway and I stayed home with little mister. I don't think I've ever had a kid that age speak to me like he does. When he started screaming in Walmart - I grabbed him and walked out. Sigh... I think I need another week of vacation after D's week off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I'm Grateful for -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;That D is home this week. I like having him around more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That it is still summer (sort of) and school will be back in next week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"... that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good." (Doctrine and Covenants 122:7)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3958935739409812024?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3958935739409812024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-placement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3958935739409812024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3958935739409812024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-placement.html' title='New Placement'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-6779147521105010929</id><published>2009-08-13T09:48:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:11:38.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calgary Zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta GA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dinny the Dinosaur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philips Arena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coca Cola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coke'/><title type='text'>More Atlanta and a Trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a week since we've been home! Kind of surreal, but nice. It's so much cooler here than it was in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ21gyNciI/AAAAAAAACgY/lXABDQFyM3Y/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369476948693971490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ21gyNciI/AAAAAAAACgY/lXABDQFyM3Y/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; D in front of the Philips Arena. He was in heaven being this close to these sports places. (I would have rather gone to see something historic!) I must admit though, that seeing the Olympics stuff was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ20_zSdqI/AAAAAAAACgQ/s9QUP3mXl3s/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369476939840124578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ20_zSdqI/AAAAAAAACgQ/s9QUP3mXl3s/s320/058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The CNN Tour included a trip up this unbelievably high escalator. We didn't go on the tour - but I'm thinking that Atlanta folks are big fans of really long escalator rides. I think this one goes up five floors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ20aBL_rI/AAAAAAAACgI/ZKjb93NltXU/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369476929697873586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ20aBL_rI/AAAAAAAACgI/ZKjb93NltXU/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was in the front lobby of the CNN building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ2zwDbt9I/AAAAAAAACgA/hFYaCUZfCyg/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369476918433003474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ2zwDbt9I/AAAAAAAACgA/hFYaCUZfCyg/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Monday night banquet and some of the folks we sat with. The couple on the left were Canadians too from Ontario. In the middle is Jenny, our supervisor from our fostering agency. So sweet! Great food, great new friends and entertainment watching people do new dances I'd never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ2zvQt2aI/AAAAAAAACf4/5Q9lh-EZ98Q/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369476918220282274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ2zvQt2aI/AAAAAAAACf4/5Q9lh-EZ98Q/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the 3 from Calgary again. What a fun evening! If we ever get to go again, we'll remember to "dress up" for the banquet portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5stTRwOI/AAAAAAAACgg/-e-B0LEehJg/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480095969951970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5stTRwOI/AAAAAAAACgg/-e-B0LEehJg/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Did you know Coca Cola (can't say "Coke" in Atlanta) came from Atlanta? Me neither! But here I am enjoying a blistering hot bronzed version with it's inventor, John Pemberton. HOT! HOT DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5tLl3V8I/AAAAAAAACgo/jWGXXilcKfg/s1600-h/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480104100976578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5tLl3V8I/AAAAAAAACgo/jWGXXilcKfg/s320/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess if you take the "Coca Cola" tour through their museum, you can taste how different Coke is all over the world. We didn't take that tour either. Atlanta was REALLY EXPENSIVE if you are a tourist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some cool shots from the plane rides home, but looking at them makes me feel all woozy all over again. I've decided I don't really like flying and I certainly don't like TURBULENCE! So I'll spare you the airsick feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had only been home a couple of days when we were visited by D's sister and 4 of her 5 + a friend. The kids were very excited to all visit with their cousins - while V and T were excited to meet their new cousins! We decided to drop a truckload of money again to take kids to the Calgary Zoo. D and I had forgotten that, while the Calgary Zoo is a world class facility, we don't really enjoy walking around with kids that don't listen and want us to spend even more money on the incredibly expensive food that they sell there. We've agreed we will not go again until we have grandchildren that are old enough to enjoy it, but young enough to listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5u-g3XOI/AAAAAAAAChA/6weOzNUtqWM/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480134950083810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5u-g3XOI/AAAAAAAAChA/6weOzNUtqWM/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did see some great sights though. The peacocks are free to roam anywhere they'd like at the zoo. I'd never seen a mama with her chicks before. I do know that these things will chase and bite you if you get to close - so we let them pass without bothering them. Well, most of us did... back to the no listening thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5uawQZ4I/AAAAAAAACg4/C2Sd7ZjT3pI/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480125350963074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5uawQZ4I/AAAAAAAACg4/C2Sd7ZjT3pI/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the last Ray to survive the mysterious &lt;a href="http://calgary.ctv.ca/servlet/an/local/CTVNews/20090203/CGY_Rays_Zoo_090203/20090203/?hub=CalgaryHome"&gt;Ray Deaths &lt;/a&gt;from last year. These are actually very cool animals! Beautiful to watch them gliding through the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5t0NJKzI/AAAAAAAACgw/9pe8iaGPE0Q/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369480115003140914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ5t0NJKzI/AAAAAAAACgw/9pe8iaGPE0Q/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy, did we get an elephant education this time! The male is "in musk" at the zoo and two of the females are "ready and waiting". You can imagine the kids faces when the male dropped what looked like a 5th appendage and proceeded to scratch his belly with it. I think the "big guy" was just showing off! The boys are still talking about it. (Picture X-rated - not available for showing on this blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-Y7VWdSI/AAAAAAAACho/zhGusxeMJjE/s1600-h/097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369485253697500450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-Y7VWdSI/AAAAAAAACho/zhGusxeMJjE/s320/097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;a href="http://skyscraperpage.com/cities/?buildingID=4535"&gt;Dinny&lt;/a&gt;" the Dinosaur first moved to the &lt;a href="http://www.calgaryzoo.org/index.php"&gt;Calgary Zoo&lt;/a&gt; in 1937. I think he is still in the same spot! He was declared an Alberta Historical Resource in 1987. I remember playing on him as a kid and like me, he's showing a bit of his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-YHv330I/AAAAAAAAChg/F0tulGRscZY/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369485239850098498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-YHv330I/AAAAAAAAChg/F0tulGRscZY/s320/088.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of all the kids in the Prehistoric Park. I think it was the only time they were sitting still and it wasn't for very long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-XVRlGdI/AAAAAAAAChY/JyW4i8JYvpQ/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369485226301266386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-XVRlGdI/AAAAAAAAChY/JyW4i8JYvpQ/s320/082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T posing for me with a cool bear statue in the North American Exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-WGzWrHI/AAAAAAAAChQ/Ma_Teu1AFyk/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369485205236526194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-WGzWrHI/AAAAAAAAChQ/Ma_Teu1AFyk/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just some good advice in the South American Exhibit. That place took me right back to Georgia with all the humidity and heat! Had to get out just to breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-VQGGfGI/AAAAAAAAChI/eXp9rNDk01k/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369485190551207010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ-VQGGfGI/AAAAAAAAChI/eXp9rNDk01k/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thought I'd end with the picture of the glorious lunch my DH packed for us. Despite it's appearance - it was delicious and I love him for thinking ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The cooler weather. I never thought I'd be so happy to be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. DD bought her first car yesterday! This means I get my van back!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kids actually listening to our discussion about being respectful and showing us that they CAN do it when they try. Sort of...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-6779147521105010929?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/6779147521105010929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-atlanta-and-trip-to-zoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6779147521105010929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6779147521105010929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-atlanta-and-trip-to-zoo.html' title='More Atlanta and a Trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SoQ21gyNciI/AAAAAAAACgY/lXABDQFyM3Y/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-5183725556707121187</id><published>2009-08-08T09:00:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:05:15.269-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta GA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MARTA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foster Parent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFTA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FASD'/><title type='text'>Back from Atlanta!</title><content type='html'>We had such a great time! Despite the flights, my fear of flying and the turbulence on the planes... I took so many photos of really cool things its hard to narrow them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2UOnPIUBI/AAAAAAAACfA/Qj47wtcRk-g/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367609309667020818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2UOnPIUBI/AAAAAAAACfA/Qj47wtcRk-g/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was a very cool moving sidewalk under the tarmac at &lt;a href="http://www.flychicago.com/AboutUs/AboutOHare.shtm"&gt;Chicago Ohare&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously! We were moving around under the planes!! Huge airport! Had to ride this one to get from our landing gate to our takeoff gate. We kept checking our gate numbers, because airlines have a way of changing gates without warning. We got to ride this ride twice - because they did change our gate and it was on the other side of the airport. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2VKPbLcsI/AAAAAAAACfI/SwmDlV45rhk/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367610334067258050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2VKPbLcsI/AAAAAAAACfI/SwmDlV45rhk/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved this dinosaur in the airport too. We spent 4 hours on a layover there... I hate that it wasn't long enough to leave the airport and see more of Chicago - however, it was great if you are a people watcher... and I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Chicago we flew into Atlanta. Rough ride!! I swear the plane dropped and I flew out of my seat. I hate rides at the Stampede so this was no fun for me! Once in Atlanta, we took the "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Metropolitan_Atlanta_Rapid_Transit_Authority"&gt;MARTA&lt;/a&gt;" to the hotel. We didn't know that Atlanta is close to being the number one crime city in the US. At least that's what their own newspapers say. Thankfully the train took us almost to the front door of the hotel. I will also add that Atlanta had the cleanest subway I've ever been on - and that includes Calgary's! Beautiful city - really, really beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned the heat! I've never experienced humidity like that before. It was hard to breathe. I loved the air conditioned buildings and spent most of my time indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2XYQNrZTI/AAAAAAAACfQ/vbSYN8kkXq4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367612773820491058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2XYQNrZTI/AAAAAAAACfQ/vbSYN8kkXq4/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THIS was the escalator we had to take to get to street level from the train. I swear 4 or 5 stories high - it took a very long time to get to the top. The walls were freaky too. They were parallel to the angle of the escalator and if I looked at them riding up or down, I got dizzy. Turns out we were about 80' to 100' underground. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2ZFt9KquI/AAAAAAAACfY/41E7O2awNZk/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367614654410042082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2ZFt9KquI/AAAAAAAACfY/41E7O2awNZk/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if this shows up very well, but behind us the whole tunnel was rock that had been carved out for the train. Very cool! I mean very hot... the temperature was hot even that far underground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2a1UhqnpI/AAAAAAAACfg/E6DzdjruOt8/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367616571729157778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2a1UhqnpI/AAAAAAAACfg/E6DzdjruOt8/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one was at the arts centre stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of the cool views from inside the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyatt_Regency_Atlanta"&gt;hotel&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn4noLUjfnI/AAAAAAAACfo/xdHmYn4g9BI/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367771377059462770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn4noLUjfnI/AAAAAAAACfo/xdHmYn4g9BI/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should mention the actual conference we attended. We were representing our agency at the &lt;a href="http://www.ffta.org/"&gt;Foster Family-based Treatment Association &lt;/a&gt;(FFTA). We took classes on The Hurting Foster Child, Building Rapport with Adolescents, Conflict Resolution through Trust Building, Behaviors, and FASD Placements and Supports, as well as 3 keynote speakers. All were EXCELLENT and we learned so much! It was great to network with people from Ontario, all over the US, Scotland, Australia, Bermuda and Hong Kong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I walked away with a completely different perspective on many issues, as many of our presenters had been foster kids at one time. Some fail, some succeed - but that was all dependant on the influence of their foster parents. I hadn't really thought about what happens to these kids after they "age out" - but now we know! We actually felt like we had some insight and experiences that could be shared with others in our workshops. All in all it was very empowering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home with a wealth of information, highly motivated and inspired and ready to take on a new venture... we have decided we want to work toward becoming trainers/presenters ourselves! We want to be the kind of parents and foster parents that influence kids for good. We're already working on our first presentation for our agency that we will give this fall - and we're so excited for this chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got more pictures - but I'll save them for another day. I'm beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting back home safely and being met by my ever-lovin' family at the airport. I'd missed them! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The chance at a great education opportunity (for fostering AND diversity) in Atlanta. I almost perfected my Georgia accent while there too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A loving and supportive husband. It was so nice to spend a week with just him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-5183725556707121187?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/5183725556707121187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-atlanta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5183725556707121187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5183725556707121187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-from-atlanta.html' title='Back from Atlanta!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sn2UOnPIUBI/AAAAAAAACfA/Qj47wtcRk-g/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8983847525894282108</id><published>2009-07-30T13:26:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:03:04.751-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta GA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ER'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Lazy Days of Summer... NOT!</title><content type='html'>Ah remember the lazy days of summer? Being a kid and watching as much TV as you want... playing outside, riding your bike... I remember doing all those things as a kid. We had cable, but that meant 12 channels and 2 of them were French. You could hardly find me anywhere near my house! How things have changed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have over 200 cable channels - and nothing worth watching is on. We have video games, which appears to be a great source of contention and name calling. Note on this one - girls are not nearly as interested in participating in this one as the boys are - at least at our house. The bikes are sitting outside, ready for use and no one wants to use them. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more weeks until camp #2 takes place??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we spent a grand total of 3 hours in Urgent Care! 3 hours people!! For a toe!! V bumped it (he doesn't know on what) and cut it open. It looked worse than I could bandage up so we took him in. This system has got to change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you have to STAND IN LINE for triage. Hello! If you are sick or injured, how can you stand and wait your turn??!! And since we had blood dripping all over the place, shouldn't we have taken precedence over the headache person??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once someone has assessed you, you get to sit in a waiting room until you are called to be "admitted". Then you get to sit and wait until a bed is available. By this point we've been in there for a half hour already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get called into a room and wait who knows how long before a nurse shows up!!! Good luck on the stitches if you need them - we've already started the healing process by now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait another 20 minutes for a doctor to show up. She spends a grand total of 1 minute looking at his toe, decides no stitches (no kidding!) but wants him bandaged up before we leave. Wait another 20 minutes for the nurse to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bring a big bowl of water and want him to soak his filthy foot in it. By this time, I'm losing it! Too bad - we can't leave until it gets bandaged up and that's not going to happen until he soaks his foot. THEN we have to wait for the ortho specialist to come wrap him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SnH7yO8YDbI/AAAAAAAACe4/HQiMylt__Zo/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364345471598333362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SnH7yO8YDbI/AAAAAAAACe4/HQiMylt__Zo/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is what we got out of the morning in ER. Little bit fuzzy at V took it himself. Poor little guy was in so much pain and is still hopping around on one foot this morning. Super strong! I've never seen someone hop up and down stairs on one leg like he does. As expected though, the bandage didn't make it through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown has begun for our Atlanta trip. Kids and sitters are all lined up. Packing has begun and the tickets are waiting at the airport. I've always wanted to see the deep south US and this may be my one and only chance! Woo hoo! We're taking the camera so hope to have oodles of pics to show when we get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's also when we start phase two of the painting projects in the basement... back to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best part of my day - Sleeping in until 9:00 a.m.! I never get to do this! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Worst part of my day - Picking up my mother at the airport at 1:00 a.m. (Why I got to sleep until 9:00 a.m.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three things I'm grateful for - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mom is home safe and sound.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carpet is down and we're loving the new digs downstairs!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DD's crap is out of my living room and moved to the new digs downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SnH7T_JfkCI/AAAAAAAACeo/jticVl-a0Zo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 298px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364344951962308642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SnH7T_JfkCI/AAAAAAAACeo/jticVl-a0Zo/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SnH7hL8FeBI/AAAAAAAACew/RsmG9RCoasE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-8983847525894282108?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8983847525894282108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-days-of-summer-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8983847525894282108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8983847525894282108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/lazy-days-of-summer-not.html' title='Lazy Days of Summer... NOT!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SnH7yO8YDbI/AAAAAAAACe4/HQiMylt__Zo/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-6504908454896124523</id><published>2009-07-27T09:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:59:44.899-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relief Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Camp'/><title type='text'>The Quiet is Over!</title><content type='html'>Well so much for the quiet week... Friday morning, bright and early (like 6:30 a.m. early!) I was helping my DD move back home. How much stuff that kid has accumulated over the years - yikes! After some serious discussion, it looks like she will be getting the new room, once the carpet gets installed. That is supposed to happen this morning, but for now, my living room looks like this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3Ifb5ENLI/AAAAAAAACcw/Jz66-lEEXF8/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363163173656736946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3Ifb5ENLI/AAAAAAAACcw/Jz66-lEEXF8/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3LkcEXYnI/AAAAAAAACdA/mIwUDhnbuew/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363166558138360434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3LkcEXYnI/AAAAAAAACdA/mIwUDhnbuew/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;AAAAHHHH!!!! It was also double duty weekend with the kids, so by the time I'd picked up T and V from camp, the part-timers had arrived. Can anyone be expected to function in this?? I won't even show you what 5 boys can do to one bathroom in a weekend... sheesh! Especially after they've been at camp for a week. I will give you a peek at what they brought home though. Yuck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did get a couple brief moments of peace eventually - sort of. Saturday morning, DD woke up late and I had to drive her to work. Once again - 6:30 a.m.!! Here is what we saw on the way...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3LIz2myBI/AAAAAAAACc4/QSUH1YF_OoY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363166083486763026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3LIz2myBI/AAAAAAAACc4/QSUH1YF_OoY/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3MjzmZHJI/AAAAAAAACdI/nAT_WLlp8No/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363167646786854034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3MjzmZHJI/AAAAAAAACdI/nAT_WLlp8No/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got back home from that drive and just had time to get ready for our RS Breakfast for the July birthday girls. (Being in the Presidency has it's perks!) I went over a little early to help - but also to just be with some grownups in a clean house! Doesn't this look good? Sorry to put that in the same post as the dirty feet - but you can see why I needed the break! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday was also the RS Scrapbook Day at the chapel. I was sure I was going to be the only one for awhile, but eventually some showed up. We had a total of seven sisters who just worked and chatted. It was nice to just sit in the cool, air conditioned chapel and play with my Cricut. Ahhh... peace at last! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Best Part of My Weekend - Relaxing with grownups in clean places.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Worst Part of My Weekend - Cleaning up the mess after the part timers left Sunday night. :( :( :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Air conditioning!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peaceful moments to myself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Everyone is home and safe. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extra one!! The carpet installer just arrived!! yay!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-6504908454896124523?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/6504908454896124523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiet-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6504908454896124523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6504908454896124523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiet-is-over.html' title='The Quiet is Over!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sm3Ifb5ENLI/AAAAAAAACcw/Jz66-lEEXF8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-6647933852477413631</id><published>2009-07-22T14:01:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T08:22:30.908-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Quiet Week</title><content type='html'>It has been so quiet here. Boys are away at camp and I'm home alone for most of the day - everyday this week. I love it!! I've tried sleeping in - but I'm afraid I just don't know how... I've cleaned up some of the bigger jobs left over from the rooms being built. I've even played in my new craft room!! But it's still quiet.&lt;br /&gt;We dropped the boys off at camp on Sunday afternoon. This particular one is quite a way from home, but it is smaller and Christian based, so the perks outweigh the drive. They were so excited to be going back this year! It's nice when the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;counsellors&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; same as last year and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; get to reconnect with some old friends. We always manage to have some kind of adventure on each trip to camp. This year we drove through one of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; darkest storm clouds I have ever seen. Kind of eerie and we all kept watching to see if there were any funnel clouds forming - but we were all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdxq9qKOdI/AAAAAAAACbo/ZB9X8Waf9ns/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361378864327702994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdxq9qKOdI/AAAAAAAACbo/ZB9X8Waf9ns/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped in a little town on the way for a drink and potty break and found this blast from the past! Neither DH or I had seen these since we were kids! Pretty cool and still just as tasty. I made him check the date on the bottle, because I wanted to know that it wasn't an original bottle from when we were kids. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdy8a_U6sI/AAAAAAAACbw/Odsjuj-q0w8/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361380263770516162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdy8a_U6sI/AAAAAAAACbw/Odsjuj-q0w8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a bit of exploring and settling in at each cabin, we left our little monkeys and started our quiet week.&lt;/p&gt;Scenes of DH playing with the boys on the camp swing set. DH managed to splash T with mud as he was hopping off the swing. Seriously! 10 minutes in camp and muddy already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmdzP8NJY-I/AAAAAAAACb4/6EINXVL1VGE/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361380599104365538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmdzP8NJY-I/AAAAAAAACb4/6EINXVL1VGE/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the craft hall - one of V's favorite places when he's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdzn6eym9I/AAAAAAAACcA/prcuL5DV9K4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361381010958359506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdzn6eym9I/AAAAAAAACcA/prcuL5DV9K4/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the big mess hall, showers, first aid - basically the heart of the camp. Really beautiful place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdz1jNyicI/AAAAAAAACcI/Dh49-f2A5to/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361381245231204802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdz1jNyicI/AAAAAAAACcI/Dh49-f2A5to/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't get either one of the boys to give me a great shot of their face! This is the best I could get from T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smd0FzkMIvI/AAAAAAAACcQ/dCceOR29YW8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361381524498031346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smd0FzkMIvI/AAAAAAAACcQ/dCceOR29YW8/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And V is an expert at smiling then turning from the camera when it flashes and taunting with an, "In your face!" Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was especially nice to have a birthday dinner out with DH and not have to scramble for a sitter or take the kids along. Sadly, DH wouldn't let me take any pictures of him either! :( So you'll just have to take my word for it that he's officially one year older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Part of My Day: Getting to sit in my quiet craft room and work without interruption.&lt;br /&gt;Worst Part of My Day: Wiping down even more of the dust left over from the room building!&lt;br /&gt;Three Things I'm Grateful For:&lt;br /&gt;1.  My health - not perfect but not sick or sore either.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My home - love it even more now that we've increased the room count.&lt;br /&gt;3.  My friends - I don't always see all of them everyday, but I know they are around and there for me when I need a shoulder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-6647933852477413631?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/6647933852477413631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-quiet-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6647933852477413631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6647933852477413631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-quiet-week.html' title='Very Quiet Week'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Smdxq9qKOdI/AAAAAAAACbo/ZB9X8Waf9ns/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-5212525263764647387</id><published>2009-07-17T07:58:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T08:29:29.658-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Testimony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Missionary'/><title type='text'>See You Later, Elder Boothe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCEV4LkWsI/AAAAAAAACUc/Bdpp370jiPU/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359429067963914946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCEV4LkWsI/AAAAAAAACUc/Bdpp370jiPU/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to be invited to Elder Boothe's farewell on Wednesday night. He was one of about 10 missionaries returning home after serving a very successful two year mission. The house was packed! And that is always a great thing to see. Means that they are loved. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Elder Boothe was one of the many Elders that have become special to our family. He served in our ward for eight months, which is rare - but we came to love and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt; him and his service. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He said he wasn't ready to go home yet - but we knew that once he saw his family again, he'd know it was okay to be there. Elder Boothe left some of his personal belongings here at our house too - so we know we'll be seeing him again very soon and we're excited about that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCFViS_vfI/AAAAAAAACUk/zeUCfcqKyPs/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359430161601117682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCFViS_vfI/AAAAAAAACUk/zeUCfcqKyPs/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I do need to mention that I love hearing the testimonies of these young men when they are leaving. They have spent two years serving. No girlfriends, no hanging out with friends... just serving. These testimonies, when expressed, are so pure. I know many of these missionaries are anxious to go home, but leery too of the change in status once they get there. Must be hard to go from working for the Lord to working for yourself again.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCF6CScb2I/AAAAAAAACUs/hYU4kO6eu9M/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359430788664029026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCF6CScb2I/AAAAAAAACUs/hYU4kO6eu9M/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I know that they will do fine though. The lessons one learns on a mission are life lessons that can only benefit you in the rest of your life. Service, selflessness, priesthood blessings, praying always... all good things. As with other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elder's&lt;/span&gt; who have gone before him, we are anxious to hear about life after the mission. We love getting wedding invitations and news of new babies. And like many other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elder's&lt;/span&gt; who have gone before, we are anxious to have them come visit us! Even if it takes oh, I don't know... five years or more! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCIEy3lnXI/AAAAAAAACU0/V2orJx9gN2U/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359433172526669170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCIEy3lnXI/AAAAAAAACU0/V2orJx9gN2U/s320/006.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they bring their beautiful wives with them! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I've also decided to try something new here. It's a little game I play with the boys at night, but it helps me reflect on my own blessings for the day. So here goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best part of my day today&lt;/strong&gt; - It's early, but I like waking up to a quiet and clean house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst part of my day&lt;/strong&gt; - Still early, but I know I'm going to have to finish painting those basement rooms today... and I'm not looking forward to that when it will be so nice outside!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three things I'm grateful for...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family. We're not perfect. We say some pretty mean things sometimes - but I can't imagine life without them in it. I love them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My testimony. I'm not sure where I'd be in life without this one! This guides me and strengthens me when trials are abundant. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A free country. As I've watched many things on the news and see how others live in other parts of the world, I'm ever so grateful that I haven't had to deal with those trials that they do. I don't have to live in daily fear of my life - or the lives of my children... and that is truly a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCJ7KV5KII/AAAAAAAACU8/xXW7NnWAB-I/s1600-h/kerry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359435206052358274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCJ7KV5KII/AAAAAAAACU8/xXW7NnWAB-I/s320/kerry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-5212525263764647387?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/5212525263764647387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/see-you-later-elder-boothe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5212525263764647387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5212525263764647387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/see-you-later-elder-boothe.html' title='See You Later, Elder Boothe!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SmCEV4LkWsI/AAAAAAAACUc/Bdpp370jiPU/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-1041854330173828557</id><published>2009-07-13T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T15:03:55.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have You Ever Listened In On A Conversation?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever listened in on a conversation? I was priviledged to be witness to a conversation yesterday that left me giggling for hours afterwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture it. Sitting on the bed with DH and V. DH thinks he's going to be funny and asks, "Hey V - have you ever smelled moth balls?" After a brief moment of silence V responds, "You're disgusting!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V has just has a way of wrecking a great joke with a better one - it's part of why I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-1041854330173828557?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/1041854330173828557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-listened-in-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/1041854330173828557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/1041854330173828557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/have-you-ever-listened-in-on.html' title='Have You Ever Listened In On A Conversation?'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3971699213216338589</id><published>2009-07-08T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:23:50.430-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calgary Stampede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oreos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Dogs'/><title type='text'>Stampedin' with Mr. Fractured Ribs</title><content type='html'>We went! We saw! We had a blast! But D's injury was confirmed... 2 fractured ribs! He lasted longer than I thought he would at the Stampede Grounds. Here's some shots of what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlTzs5bxWGI/AAAAAAAACJ8/1OAi3GVl68g/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356173809507457122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlTzs5bxWGI/AAAAAAAACJ8/1OAi3GVl68g/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super Dogs are always so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT0D6IK1NI/AAAAAAAACKE/3qtgYAj2XgA/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356174204830667986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT0D6IK1NI/AAAAAAAACKE/3qtgYAj2XgA/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went early, so the crowds weren't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT0gi6_36I/AAAAAAAACKM/NEtYvsMjrD8/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356174696817614754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT0gi6_36I/AAAAAAAACKM/NEtYvsMjrD8/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deep fried macaroni and cheese!! Really bad - but super good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT02cbJ7PI/AAAAAAAACKU/3f3AaW-ful0/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356175073030565106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT02cbJ7PI/AAAAAAAACKU/3f3AaW-ful0/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Deep Fried Oreos! Also really bad but amazingly delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT1SDxk4wI/AAAAAAAACKc/MCdO91dJ4GM/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356175547450057474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT1SDxk4wI/AAAAAAAACKc/MCdO91dJ4GM/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were several units of our Armed Forces at the grounds with their tanks, boats, choppers, dummy missiles, etc. The boys had a great time learning about these units and the various weapons. While I am ever grateful to the men and women that serve our country, I wasn't thrilled about the boys learning all the new ways to hold a weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT2bLHABzI/AAAAAAAACKk/s0otKM3_GE0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356176803549415218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT2bLHABzI/AAAAAAAACKk/s0otKM3_GE0/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT3F1iHG8I/AAAAAAAACKs/VeuacH0SE48/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356177536491920322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT3F1iHG8I/AAAAAAAACKs/VeuacH0SE48/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT362riBsI/AAAAAAAACK0/gysJhsflt2Q/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356178447332935362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT362riBsI/AAAAAAAACK0/gysJhsflt2Q/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have to warn you - these next pictures are disturbing! I'm not sure who's great idea this was, but there are displays in the agricultural centres that allow you to "feel" what it would be like to give a gynecology examination to a pregnant cow!! T was right up for the job!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT4gdfhMPI/AAAAAAAACK8/dLV1GR-c56E/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356179093406691570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT4gdfhMPI/AAAAAAAACK8/dLV1GR-c56E/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;V was not up to participating like his brother.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT49_G96FI/AAAAAAAACLE/ZjSCQVf7N6Y/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356179600646727762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlT49_G96FI/AAAAAAAACLE/ZjSCQVf7N6Y/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember that these are displays only - so no real animals were molested in these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the live animal displays though, V was pretty overwhelmed with the smell and all the disgusting mess on the floor. He loudly announced that we had to leave because he was getting "FARM-sick"!! HA! (Can you tell we're not country folk?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D was super sore after our adventurous day, so Sunday he took TWO percasets! (sp?) Not good! I won't embarrass him here, but suffice it to say that I did have to take him home early from church. Highly entertaining...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3971699213216338589?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3971699213216338589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/stampedin-with-mr-fractured-ribs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3971699213216338589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3971699213216338589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/stampedin-with-mr-fractured-ribs.html' title='Stampedin&apos; with Mr. Fractured Ribs'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SlTzs5bxWGI/AAAAAAAACJ8/1OAi3GVl68g/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-6675023656504731125</id><published>2009-07-03T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:57:19.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calgary Stampede'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freezer'/><title type='text'>School's Out - Stampede's In!</title><content type='html'>We've now had our first week of no school. We're doing good so far. Thanks to Sarah and Tyler (who did the ceilings) the rooms are officially painted and they look GREAT! We will be starting the lay the flooring down and putting doors up next week. It's not perfect but we did more than we thought we could - with a whole bunch of help from some very knowledgeable people, of course! Couldn't have done any of it without Zane, George, Sarah and Tyler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to take a break from house stuff tomorrow though, to go Stampedin'! This has been one of my favorite times of year since I can remember. As a kid, my dad and my grandmother would take us almost every single day. Rides, junk food, craft displays, sales booths, carny games, rodeos, chuckwagon races, grandstand show, concerts, animals... the fun just doesn't end! Plus, I'm a huge people watcher and the Stampede definitely brings the freaks out. D is not nearly as fond of crowds - or the Stampede - as I am, but he is making this sacrifice for me and I love him for it. I'll take pictures so I can share our day with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sk7SAOGz8yI/AAAAAAAACJ0/K9zqNc7MnqU/s1600-h/new-for-2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354447908218598178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sk7SAOGz8yI/AAAAAAAACJ0/K9zqNc7MnqU/s320/new-for-2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure how much D will be able to take though. The other night he surprised us all with some Buster Bars and when he went to put them in the deep freeze he found a bunch of water on the floor and inside the freezer. Yup... my 18 year old freezer had died. I guess it didn't really owe us anything. I'd bought it before Tyler was born. It was in the clearance section of whatever store. I think I paid $200 or $300 for it. It moved with us from Calgary to Red Deer, back to Calgary, and four more moves after that. It held up way longer than anyone ever expected it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we raced over to the Brick and bought a freezer. Poor sales guy didn't know what to think! I told him, "I need one today. What can I get from your warehouse or take off your floor today?" We actually got a a great deal being that it was their Canada Day sale and all. We took a floor model, loaded it into D's brother's truck and had it home and plugged in - all within an hour! I would much rather shop for furniture this way than dicker around with people. Here's what I want - do you have it or not? Throws those sales guys every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the point about D... In moving the old freezer out of the basement, D thought he was strong enough to carry the little thing out by himself. Then the chest pain started. While I was out at a movie with my mom (Year One with Jack Black - DON'T waste your money on this one) D's chest pain was getting worse and worse. He finally loaded the boys up and headed over to the Urgent Care at about 9:00. I found the note when I got home and went to get the boys. Turns out D ripped some muscles when he lifted that little freezer. Glad it wasn't worse, but he's in a lot of pain. I'll take LOTS of pictures, because I don't know how long he's going to last there tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-6675023656504731125?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/6675023656504731125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/schools-out-stampedes-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6675023656504731125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/6675023656504731125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/07/schools-out-stampedes-in.html' title='School&apos;s Out - Stampede&apos;s In!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Sk7SAOGz8yI/AAAAAAAACJ0/K9zqNc7MnqU/s72-c/new-for-2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-4011830114946982805</id><published>2009-06-27T15:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T12:35:53.938-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relief Society'/><title type='text'>Graduation and a Relief Society Party</title><content type='html'>This week has been a busy one! Lots to do to wrap up the school year... still working hard on the rooms (unfortunately!) School is out for the summer now and I know I'm going to be busy with the boys for most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, was T's 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade graduation. Very important ceremony! Normally, the grade 4's would not be leaving the school. However, with the new middle school going up and ready for the fall, grade 4's and 5's got to graduate with the grade 6 kids this year. Here are a couple of really cute pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaShsrWfWI/AAAAAAAACGk/ILrfhuSlvBE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352126314802740578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaShsrWfWI/AAAAAAAACGk/ILrfhuSlvBE/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T walking down the aisle to the "stage". He was so excited to dress up for this one! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaS36Hk2XI/AAAAAAAACGs/bRtEGzk6qJk/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352126696367905138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaS36Hk2XI/AAAAAAAACGs/bRtEGzk6qJk/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T in the crowd. Very handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaTG8RrIRI/AAAAAAAACG0/JR58Vnr3k5A/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352126954645168402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaTG8RrIRI/AAAAAAAACG0/JR58Vnr3k5A/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake in the party room after the ceremony/performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaTWJuemrI/AAAAAAAACG8/CVZAFy8A8i8/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352127215953681074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaTWJuemrI/AAAAAAAACG8/CVZAFy8A8i8/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T and me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaTmcXYP5I/AAAAAAAACHE/IB4aEN05tv4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352127495834976146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaTmcXYP5I/AAAAAAAACHE/IB4aEN05tv4/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T and Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaUMYyglAI/AAAAAAAACHc/r27zgmOmX4U/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352128147710055426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaUMYyglAI/AAAAAAAACHc/r27zgmOmX4U/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T and Mrs. Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaUAW0BlAI/AAAAAAAACHU/SZB7bfpfkXE/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352127941021111298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaUAW0BlAI/AAAAAAAACHU/SZB7bfpfkXE/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T and his friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaTz0B5SkI/AAAAAAAACHM/q8hmasNYzMQ/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352127725525617218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaTz0B5SkI/AAAAAAAACHM/q8hmasNYzMQ/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T and more friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaUqMuMd_I/AAAAAAAACHs/QuGP-c0QXUY/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352128659866810354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaUqMuMd_I/AAAAAAAACHs/QuGP-c0QXUY/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T and Mrs. W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaUdyKCpUI/AAAAAAAACHk/jHcyDRUvlb4/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352128446577419586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaUdyKCpUI/AAAAAAAACHk/jHcyDRUvlb4/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T and Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaVUi7cQCI/AAAAAAAACIE/6vFCVT5vKmg/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352129387382456354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaVUi7cQCI/AAAAAAAACIE/6vFCVT5vKmg/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T and Mrs. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Purnell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaVI3LBocI/AAAAAAAACH8/b9U1TKA2puw/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352129186658099650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaVI3LBocI/AAAAAAAACH8/b9U1TKA2puw/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T and Mrs. S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaU7W0xaNI/AAAAAAAACH0/Yil26No_Pcs/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352128954636527826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaU7W0xaNI/AAAAAAAACH0/Yil26No_Pcs/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; T and Mrs. Quinn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Thursday was also his final game for baseball! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!! I missed it though because I was off to the RS Annual Progressive Supper. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not sure if this pic will show up but... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaXcoZ748I/AAAAAAAACIU/UdDlByjbky4/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352131725314745282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaXcoZ748I/AAAAAAAACIU/UdDlByjbky4/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaXRe2jOQI/AAAAAAAACIM/5g7c7R9PWHE/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352131533771847938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaXRe2jOQI/AAAAAAAACIM/5g7c7R9PWHE/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a very fun night! These pics are only of half the attendees - the rest went outside into the hostess' beautiful backyard. Lots more people than we'd bargained for came and that is a good thing! Good friends, great food and wonderful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;camaraderie&lt;/span&gt;. Felt good to have a girls night and laugh for awhile... before the summer break really kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to working on those never-ending rooms...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-4011830114946982805?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/4011830114946982805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation-and-relief-society-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/4011830114946982805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/4011830114946982805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation-and-relief-society-party.html' title='Graduation and a Relief Society Party'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkaShsrWfWI/AAAAAAAACGk/ILrfhuSlvBE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8560167236618888168</id><published>2009-06-24T09:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T11:11:21.940-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renovations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Still Working on the Rooms</title><content type='html'>Mudding takes a lot of work! And I am a self professed "drywall dummy". I am so sore today I can barely move... but we're slowly (very slowly) seeing some progress. I'm anxious to get these rooms done for so many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I NEED my own craft space!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The spare kids need a spare room to store their stuff and put their part-time beds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our adopting of V and T is getting closer to being finalized. That means that we will have license to foster more children and we will NEED the extra space. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;School is done in two days and I can't work as efficiently with them "trying to help".&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sick of drywall dust and mud being traipsed all over the house!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You know it's bad when the four year old you babysit notices and says things like, "Someone really trashed your house!" I had planned to work on it some more today - but need to rest my arms and shoulders - at least for this morning. Here is a pic of D working away on the room. I love him for doing this for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkJd1erUV4I/AAAAAAAACC4/chtqf6NtLYY/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350942480618772354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkJd1erUV4I/AAAAAAAACC4/chtqf6NtLYY/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also wanted to share a little bit about Father's Day last Sunday. The boys were so excited to share what they'd made and try to make D's day a great one. V had made a cute little card and a clay picture inside a CD case. Very unique idea! D loved it. Please excuse the counter mess behind the picture...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkJPet8Rj-I/AAAAAAAACCg/gcOthg4U-O0/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350926696416645090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkJPet8Rj-I/AAAAAAAACCg/gcOthg4U-O0/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T forgot his card at school, so quickly wrapped up a Boston Pizza chocolate that comes in a mini box and shaped like a pizza. Also very cute and D loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had made a couple of gift cans, filled them with candy and resealed them for him to open. He thought that was a super cute idea! We also made him waffles for breakfast before we headed off to church. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Primary kids sung a song and I have to tell you - those kids are so freakin' cute! I wish I could have a video or picture to share with you. There is one little guy who kept grabbing the microphone and placing it right in front of him. One of ours stood out in front all smiles and happy to be seen - the other hid behind some of the taller girls so no one would see him. I love Primary kids performances. They either make me laugh right out loud or tear up because I feel their wonderful spiritual presence. I think D had a pretty great Father's Day - though I know he was missing his own kids too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There will be more to write later, I'm sure as this is the last week of school (boo!) AND baseball (yay!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-8560167236618888168?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8560167236618888168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-working-on-rooms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8560167236618888168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8560167236618888168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-working-on-rooms.html' title='Still Working on the Rooms'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SkJd1erUV4I/AAAAAAAACC4/chtqf6NtLYY/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-1929796233782522064</id><published>2009-06-17T06:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T07:04:06.487-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food Storage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shelf Reliance'/><title type='text'>Shelf Reliance Contest</title><content type='html'>One of the things we've been working on in the past year is getting our food storage a little bit closer to the "one year" mark. Any progress is good here as we started out so close to the "none at all" mark. We've done well and now have boxes and boxes of cans in our basement. So when I saw this one, I thought I'd best post about it to get my entries in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelf Reliance is having a contest to earn one of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjjpY393_GI/AAAAAAAACAI/6V62b3k_MW0/s1600-h/harvest-72-240x300.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348281171052067938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjjpY393_GI/AAAAAAAACAI/6V62b3k_MW0/s320/harvest-72-240x300.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get your own entry into this contest by going to &lt;a href="http://www.shelfreliance.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.shelfreliance.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt; and following their directions there. Good luck to you and me both! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-1929796233782522064?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/1929796233782522064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/shelf-reliance-contest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/1929796233782522064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/1929796233782522064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/shelf-reliance-contest.html' title='Shelf Reliance Contest'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjjpY393_GI/AAAAAAAACAI/6V62b3k_MW0/s72-c/harvest-72-240x300.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7923656028466075152</id><published>2009-06-13T08:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:56:57.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atlanta Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cardston Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Renovations'/><title type='text'>We're Going To Georgia!!</title><content type='html'>It took a couple of days to have time to write about this one - but we're going to Atlanta Georgia!! The agency that we foster through sends people to the Conference on Treatment Foster Care each year. Last year, we were pretty new to fostering, so I didn't even think to apply. However, this year, we felt like we were a little more "seasoned" and so I put together a very small proposal - but we were chosen to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So DH and I will be heading out - sans children - for four days! I've always wanted to see some of the southern US and we're both just stoked about the chance to go!! DH already looked up the hotel we'll be in and YES! there is a temple 20 minutes from where we'll be staying. I'm hoping we have a chance to get there too. :) Never mind... I just read that they will be renovating during the time we'll be there... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO3pguD6eI/AAAAAAAAB-4/yHx7zl-678I/s1600-h/atlanta_lds_mormon_temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346819106404559330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO3pguD6eI/AAAAAAAAB-4/yHx7zl-678I/s320/atlanta_lds_mormon_temple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the meantime, our basement renovation is coming along so nicely! Most of the drywall is up and we'll be starting the taping and mudding today. :) We found enough leftover laminate under the stairs to do the craft room up, and maybe even enough to do the short hallway. Another thing to be super stoked about! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO6jHz8IKI/AAAAAAAAB_A/42v3MBrpmg0/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346822295173996706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO6jHz8IKI/AAAAAAAAB_A/42v3MBrpmg0/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO63sSwtgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/NZplnVCWynI/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346822648564332034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO63sSwtgI/AAAAAAAAB_I/NZplnVCWynI/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO7P7DfRiI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/t7puIuZxwqo/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823064843666978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO7P7DfRiI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/t7puIuZxwqo/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO7eKAkGQI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/MYsd2I24TUY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346823309376100610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO7eKAkGQI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/MYsd2I24TUY/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this going on, as well as baseball, end of school activities, cubs, callings, etc., we feel like we've been so busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to tell this story though... TP has been taking what he calls his "Human Sexy-ality" class at school. While this was a very embarrassing topic of discussion for the older children, TP seems to have no qualms about discussing what he's learning in class. Not sure he's getting it totally though, as he asked me the other day if it's "boys or girls that grow hair on their 'generalities'". I bust out laughing!! I couldn't help it!! He did at least know that it's girls that "grow breasts"... though I've got some neighbours that mow their lawns without shirts and it leaves me wondering if it's just the women... Yuck! (I'm in the EVERYONE NEEDS TO WEAR A SHIRT Club.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this go round with the "sexy-ality" class has been the easiest one that I've ever experienced with the kids. Our conversations are almost clinical, and TP doesn't scream "gross!" or "Mom's shouldn't talk about that stuff!" or my favorite - "You didn't really do THAT did you?!" So while TP is talking about what he is learning, VP gets that evil grin and asks if they show pictures. More laughing... and concern... I'm certain that this round will be entertaining, while next year's round with VP will be quite a bit more "interesting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to go back to the temple this week with three great sisters - all of whom I work with in the Relief Society. We had such a great day! The weather was perfect. We weren't rushed. Lunch in the Temple was amazing. It was nice to have a grown up day - I should do it more often. I did note though, that there are not many people under 100 years old that go to the temple in the middle of the week - and not many of those are men. I did love the company though! We laughed and talked all the way down and back -making the trip seem all too short. Spending time with good friends like that makes me love them all the more. Thanks girls for the highlight of my week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7923656028466075152?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7923656028466075152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-going-to-georgia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7923656028466075152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7923656028466075152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-going-to-georgia.html' title='We&apos;re Going To Georgia!!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SjO3pguD6eI/AAAAAAAAB-4/yHx7zl-678I/s72-c/atlanta_lds_mormon_temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-5779667098393136012</id><published>2009-06-08T16:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:57:32.542-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Craft Room'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drywall'/><title type='text'>Finally Seeing Some Potential</title><content type='html'>We started over a month ago... The framing and the rewiring were being done at the same time. We had the drywall delivered a couple of weeks ago - but then didn't know how to put it up! Our good friend, Zane, came over to help Drew and Greg put it up. Zane couldn't lift the boards, but he was able to talk the boys through it. Said he felt like a city worker just standing there not really doing anything. So the boys got the ceilings up in the two new rooms. Looks like I'm going to be getting my craft room soon!! Woo hoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2U-ImGtoI/AAAAAAAAB4s/BtRG1ML57O4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345092127938754178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2U-ImGtoI/AAAAAAAAB4s/BtRG1ML57O4/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2VTyg5cjI/AAAAAAAAB40/clBwhOzuXGQ/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345092499968455218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2VTyg5cjI/AAAAAAAAB40/clBwhOzuXGQ/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2VqljcIXI/AAAAAAAAB48/jwKLwX9S2iU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345092891626447218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2VqljcIXI/AAAAAAAAB48/jwKLwX9S2iU/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to take a break for Sunday though. Sunday's are so nice when we get to go to church early, and get home to enjoy the rest of the "Day of Rest". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2WVdiw93I/AAAAAAAAB5E/uX7ELG_8T88/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345093628210509682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2WVdiw93I/AAAAAAAAB5E/uX7ELG_8T88/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345094034910561714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2WtInnRbI/AAAAAAAAB5M/6VEqSWG2LdQ/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2WtInnRbI/AAAAAAAAB5M/6VEqSWG2LdQ/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not usually this grumpy... just doesn't like his picture being taken. LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-5779667098393136012?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/5779667098393136012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-seeing-some-potential.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5779667098393136012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/5779667098393136012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/finally-seeing-some-potential.html' title='Finally Seeing Some Potential'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/Si2U-ImGtoI/AAAAAAAAB4s/BtRG1ML57O4/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-3139194776638419198</id><published>2009-06-06T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:58:30.949-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star Wars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ammon'/><title type='text'>Snow in June?!</title><content type='html'>So here is a picture of what we woke up to this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344296989106081938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SirBy9nbkJI/AAAAAAAAB3k/14JxTVRztM0/s320/065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344296571733938754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SirBaqyKEkI/AAAAAAAAB3c/aV-rjgPuBlI/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice... NOT!!! It's June the 6&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; people! And we have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' snow on the ground in Calgary! I swear this year has been like the winter that never ends! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ya... I had to include this video we found on You Tube last night. The missionaries were over for dinner and Elder Booth suggested that we look up the Lego &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ammon&lt;/span&gt; video. It was cute, but next to it on the list of related videos was this one... which is HILARIOUS! Warning... if you do not speak in Mormon lingo, this may not make much sense to you... Thanks to Matt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Worley&lt;/span&gt; for using his humor and genius!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5NXrxd_Vfw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z5NXrxd_Vfw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-3139194776638419198?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/3139194776638419198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/snow-in-june.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3139194776638419198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/3139194776638419198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/snow-in-june.html' title='Snow in June?!'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SirBy9nbkJI/AAAAAAAAB3k/14JxTVRztM0/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-1117791699781237502</id><published>2009-06-03T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:57:44.062-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stolen Moments'/><title type='text'>Had to Share...</title><content type='html'>I'm still giggling at what my DH did this morning. When the alarm went off, there was a song playing called, "Stolen Moments". The opening lines of which say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my little one&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on my lap&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;It's me that's looking back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So picture it, we're just waking up and we hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my little one&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on my lap&lt;br /&gt;Every time I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and DH sings - "I hope that you don't crap!" I laughed right out loud! However, I'm afraid I can never hear this song again without bursting into peals of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAIGQ7MoHwY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VAIGQ7MoHwY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-1117791699781237502?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/1117791699781237502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-to-share.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/1117791699781237502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/1117791699781237502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/had-to-share.html' title='Had to Share...'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-8344921431006892175</id><published>2009-06-03T10:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:56:39.702-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='People Watching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baseball'/><title type='text'>Perspectives...</title><content type='html'>The other night, I was sitting at Terry's softball game and I was carefully watching how other families were interacting. There were some people behind me discussing the birth of someone's nephew, parents coming to stay with them, and more discussion on the birth of each of their children. Families are great, aren't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many different kinds of families there. Couples who had been together so long they even dressed alike. Couples that were newer together. More than a few families where mom and dad sat on opposite sides of the field - definitely NOT together! These parents were cheering their children on, encouraging them, and praising them for each hit or run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of the players siblings were on the sidelines too - begging for parents attention. "Dad, come play with me!" or "How do you spell...??" Dads would go play for a few minutes, but then remind the child that they were here to watch the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that these games take FOREVER to get through?? Did I also mention that there has yet to be a warm day when they play? I have finally resorted to packing a sleeping bag in the back of the van for the days that I go watch. I'm still trying to understand the excitement and euphoria that others claim to feel for this game. It just doesn't hold any draw for me. But I go, to be supportive and watch Terry's excitement when he does get a hit. Okay - I admit when that event does happen I feel the swell of joy and pride for my boy - but other than that, I'm just freezing my butt off at the side of the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back to the people watching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially love watching the way these small players interact with their parents. They are still young enough that they cry when they get hurt, and nothing feels better in that moment than a mom's warm hug and soothing words. I've witnessed this more than once. I've done this for Terry more than once. Course the flip side is that they are also old enough to be embarrassed by the show of affection. I mean, what guy wants his teammates seeing him get some cuddling on the sidelines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I'd had the ability to do something like this for my older kids. But back then, we were so poor and I was so tired from working that I just didn't have it in me to give. They bring it up once in awhile - but truthfully - none of them really expressed a deep desire to participate in any sport type activities. Maybe they knew I just couldn't - I'll have to ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family would have been one of the ones where parents sat on opposite sides of the field - making the kids both relieved at our presence, and torn in their loyalty. Every one of our children experiences this still. Six of them have step-parents and two of them have entire other "birth family". Sadly, we have failed at making this work as a joint parenting venture. There is much competition for loyalty from other parents, siblings and even some grandparents. Of course, if we could have all gotten along, none of us would be in this new family that we've created!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, having grown up in much the same circumstance as my own kids, I can honestly say that I wouldn't trade my experiences away. Most of them were not pleasant - not even happy - but they made me who I am. I grew stronger because of those times. I learned that it was okay to love more than one parent at a time - love is unlimited. I also learned how to handle things that break others down. I learned how to solve problems, learned to cope with what I could not solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family life now is far from perfect - but we're trying. We've worked hard on not letting the kids divide us or manipulate us. We've purged a few people who don't deal well with change. We've taken advice from successful families, and stopped listening to those who are full of advice, but simply don't understand the intricacies of a blended family. I don't know what the future holds for us, but I know that what we're building here is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1_AnAvLupI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1_AnAvLupI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-8344921431006892175?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/8344921431006892175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/perspectives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8344921431006892175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/8344921431006892175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/06/perspectives.html' title='Perspectives...'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517556033213379334.post-7061106327916081723</id><published>2009-05-29T12:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T07:55:48.342-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyla Remillard'/><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SiAqgXmiYZI/AAAAAAAABu0/vMUOMUYio6w/s1600-h/Remillard,_Kyla_-_Age_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341315893641240978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SiAqgXmiYZI/AAAAAAAABu0/vMUOMUYio6w/s320/Remillard,_Kyla_-_Age_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was leaving the gym this morning, I heard - and then saw - a disabled woman in her wheelchair. I quickly glanced at her caregiver, who just stared blankly into nothing and ignored her charge totally. For whatever reason, this scene reminded me so much of my sister, Kyla. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to remember how many times she had attempted communicating with us, but we just ignored her, or didn't understand her. I don't remember my mother ignoring her though. If Kyla made sounds, my mother responded to her with encouragement. Theirs was a bond that was unbreakable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, all those memories brought back the flood of memories around Kyla's death. She would have been 27 this July... She's been gone for 13 years already... I can still hear so clearly my mother's voice on the phone that morning. Shopping for just the right dress for her to be buried in. Holding hands with my siblings and mother as we stood around her gravesite. All so sad, and yet, so peaceful. She had been in so much pain for most of her life. She didn't hurt anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all of that, we each knew that she was okay and happy where she was and that no matter how much we were hurting, how much we missed her - we'd see her again... healthy and whole. What a great blessing that knowledge was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've lost so many more since Kyla's passing... and each time, we know that Kyla is there to greet them. What a great blessing this knowledge still is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-0Gj8-vB1q4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-0Gj8-vB1q4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6517556033213379334-7061106327916081723?l=qtmom8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/feeds/7061106327916081723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7061106327916081723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6517556033213379334/posts/default/7061106327916081723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qtmom8.blogspot.com/2009/05/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Kerry Stanek</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110827527379466172903</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-GXaAvThHO58/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/sGESy8OQ1OY/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xd4S1YDMUu8/SiAqgXmiYZI/AAAAAAAABu0/vMUOMUYio6w/s72-c/Remillard,_Kyla_-_Age_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
